Knights of Tezoth

01.03.286

- I love the wretched!

This extremely strange, but now well-known motto of the Knight of Spiritual Wealth was first uttered by him on that distant day in a conversation with his closest friend.

- You are insane, like all adherents of your belief. Not surprising, though—a normal person wouldn't become a wizard; the Sithian nature is proof of that.

- You don't understand, Dominic! A man is not grass or an ant; he does not know his purpose, makes mistakes, feels lost in this boundless world where nothing is clear-cut and everything seems frightening, incomprehensible, and threatening. Moral shortcomings are not a vice, but small accidents that make people human.

- That doesn't mean you need to extend a helping hand to every lazy bastard. All they need to stop being melancholic outcasts of society is a bit of hard work.

- It's easy to talk from the heights of someone who has always been strong in spirit and comes from a prosperous family, my friend, but not everyone has been so blessed. The wounds inflicted by life can, like a bone in the throat, hinder even a simple glance forward.

- What nonsense did you just utter?.. Never mind, the useless must either find the strength to change or they should crawl into some deep hole and never show themselves in society again. I'm sick to death of these whining nonentities who complain about everything. A parasite whines about the injustice of wealth distribution, yet he himself can't bring himself to lift his worthless ass, learn something, and finally do something useful in his life. A loner whines about what beasts the opposite sex are, yet he can't even brush his teeth and comb his hair when he leaves the house. And so it is with all of them. They whine, whine, whine, but don't want to act. It's precisely from such people that Iphilla only grows fatter.

03.08.290

One day, in an attempt to learn new methods of self-improvement, my lord Skilishue Flaveresens visited Tasanica, but before returning home, he decided to wander the surroundings and eventually stumbled upon a dilapidated-looking house, inside which he found a drunken orgy. One of the participants in this affair overdid it with alcohol and other entertainments, unexpectedly for herself and everyone else present, finding herself on the verge of death—her "friends" couldn't care less, but the young knight could not stand by. He brought her back to life and temporarily rented a room in a nearby hotel to help her get back on her feet. They spent several weeks there, and on the day when it was time to say goodbye, he declared:

- Ivonaday, marry me.