« Reply #2 on: August 14, 2018, 10:44:35 AM »
And with that, the day was done. An evening of fun, of fond remembrance, of celebration of a great man and an even greater friend, had ended. The sun set upon the frigid Barovian horizon, but this day, at least for some, was warmer than any other, for on this day, the Morninglord cast upon the temple His divine radiance, and filled the land with warmth.//Thank you to everyone in attendance. Looking forward to next year's celebration already!
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Me miserable! which way shall I fly
Infinite wrath and infinite despair?
Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell;
And in the lowest deep a lower deep,
Still threat’ning to devour me, opens wide,
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
