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As my final act as a Pathfinder, I hereby call for the resignation of Aram Zey. Despite being the Master of Spells for the Pathfinder Society, this man repeatedly has asked Pathfinders to take risks without taking efforts to understand those risks. This has become woefully obvious in the matter of the Tapestry. In particular, regarding the possibility of becoming trapped in the demiplane when entering by means other than the tapestry itself.

I have come to believe that Grandmaster Torch has a point. While he and others may opt to work for change within the society, I will be taking another route outside of the society. To those with whom I have shared many missions, I wish you luck, and encourage your cation in dealing with this man.

To those needing clerical spellcasting services within Absalom, I offer my services at the customary cost.

Shelyn has blessed me with the domains of Luck and Protection. I'm still trying to figure out that trickery with the Charm domain that recently had me second guessing my entire life. Maybe Shelyn was trying to tell me I should have been blessed by Charm domain? I don't know.

I'm not sure exactly why, but Luck domain was much better when I was a younger cleric who was not as wise about the world.

Lasair, I appreciate your support and kind words. I will provide more details as I'm able. I have recently found myself, thinking I was clever, decorating my armor with insults to other gods. I found myself worshiping a fiend through my own failings and unwillingness to put myself in Shelyn's Lucky embrace. I sought to swear allegiance to a fiendish lord. I consorted with evil and identified myself as a neophyte of that fiendish lord. I threw away my glaive. I threw away my PAINTS!

I have much to learn.

Hello. My name is Peekasso, and I have atoned.

Over time, I have come to think of myself as the paintbrush of Shelyn. I have created masterworks of the painted form in her honor. I have traveled to distant lands to apply my critical eye to the decorative forms there, and pass judgement.

Beauty, certainly an element in some art, is also represent in the animate form. Many times over has a vile creature of undeath heard the pronouncement, "You're ugly," just as my glaive crashed through her skull, roiling rainbow hues of positive energy collecting from otherwhere into the blade before exploding in her head.

But, for all the direction that art and beauty have provided me over my years with the Society, I was betrayed by that reliance. Perhaps it was my own pride. Perhaps I focused too much on some aspects of Shelyn's divinity while ignoring others. For is not Shelyn also a mistress of Charm? I did not understand at first, but I do now. I have transgressed, but Shelyn has seen fit to allow me to understand my failure.

And, as a gnomish friend of mine was wont to say at a time, "if you can't learn from your mistakes, why make them?"