Dan's Plea

**Dan's Plea** is a public address written by Dan as an attempt to warn everyone about the impending doom that Grimnar and Logun were about to bring about to Altaria.

## Transcript

This a public address to all people of Altaria.

A few days ago, I had an unfortunate encounter in a place that I've heard called a few different names; Heilheim, Hell, the Nether. The encounter was a with a skeleton made of coal.

With a strike of their blades, these charred skeletons will cause your skin to rot and your heart to slow. The pain is horrific, and is definitely not something I would wish on anybody.

I, by my some divine luck— or as I began to figure— misfortune, struck the skeleton precisely in the neck, seizing a skull of the damned retched thing.

As soon as I made contact with the skull I experienced a hundred years and more. I don't remember most of it. It felt like a dream. What I do remember is experiencing a future— the future.

Our future where the world is in danger of decay. Where a savage, three-headed beast, like a Hydra, inflicts the world with the same rot and pestilence that I experienced when I was sliced by the skeleton's blade.

I cried. I couldn't stop crying.

I'm not the most patriotic person. I'll never pretend to be. Even then, something about the people I know, the people I care about, all experiencing the same pain— the slow wilt away into oblivion— it scared me. It scared me so much. I think it's safe to say my mind is broken.

And I think it's fair. I think it's fair that my mind is broken because I experienced it. I don't think I can call it "The Skull's Vision" because I definitely lived it. I believe that we've already lived that future and I've been given a second chance to redeem ourselves.

A second chance to make sure that this doesn't happen.

Nobody believed me when I told them that it was Grimnar and Logun at the end. That in somew ay they were the direct cause to this horrific decay. That the plague on our world wasn't the withering rot—

— it was them.

...

I've done a lot of thinking.

I think this second chance wasn't given by some good-willed god watching over me.

I got the vision from the skull after all.

I think the beast is mocking me. I think the plague itself is taunting me and showing me that no matter what I do, this sort fo end is inevitable. No matter how many chances I get, it'll be over. I'll be written off as a madman. Nobody will understand the severity of the situation.

They'll wait for a court. They'll wait until proper evidence is lined up on the table. And by the time that hits the table, the table will already be rotting.

Just the day before I caught Logun and Grimnar in the Nether. The home of the skulls. Just as I said. The world-ending duo. Blake can testify for me on that end.

If you care at all— if you want to be in a position where you won't be told "I told you so", listen to me.

I want Logun imprisoned. I want his rights stripped away. I don't want him to have the ability to choose anything. nothing. I don't want him to have any influence on anyone or anything.

I want Grimnar exiled. I want to give him time to pack it up and leave. If he is seen, he is to be murdered, his organs drawn up on display at Spawn as an example of what happens when you threaten not only a Town, but everyone's livelihood.

I find it horrible that any of you still find any justification in not following suit.

This isn't a public address. This is a plea.

If you have any further questions, please let me know.

Write back to me, leaders. I hope you'll be backing the right side of history.

## Location

There are multiple copies, likely sitting in chests and enderchests. The original book currently resides in West.