Welcome, everyone, to the real, physical world of Achaea. Not some dreamland where knights in shining armour prance around shouting formal challenges before they even take a wee wee.
This, my friends, is life. When you are alive, you will have someone bigger and stronger than you bash your head in on occasion. If this doesn't happen to you, you must be a hermit, a nun, or perhaps a respected follower of Oneiros.
Do you know what else? Sometimes a big old meanie will come by and maybe steal your health vial. . .or say something intimidating to you, such as "Boy, I think it's about time I introduced you to the business end of this here quarterstaff."
Maybe they'll even call you names, Sarapis forbid. And maybe. . .just maybe. . .they'll kick your butt with the help of a friend or two. Yes, I know it's hard to believe, but I've seen it happen, maybe you have too.
The point of all this? The point of good versus evil, yaddah yaddah yaddah. . .We each believe in what we believe, but there is one thing I think Infernals, Paladins, Newbies, and even old wolves like me can all agree on. . .

THERE IS NO HONOUR IN WHINING.

THERE IS NO HONOUR IN WHINING.

THERE IS NO HONOUR IN WHINING.

Galdrion Longshanks, Halcyon's Wolf

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Lupar, in the year 232 AF.