Sapience,

Rhyot Vyktaire has been gifted by my Lady the Indelible with the weight of his own outmoded ego, and as such has a great need to exercise in order to reach the limits of his own endurance. All in the world are now welcome to motivate the titanic chaos lord by whatever means they deem necessary, whether by force, jape, or cheer.

Should you see him resting in place for too long, there is no time to waste! Get to work immediately ensuring that he knows no peace, for should he not reach the limits of his enormous burden, he may decay into such a state as one might deign to call him a mere mortal!

Perish the thought!

Regards,
Lord Tetchta V. Mesis
The Nine-Fingered Tick

P.S. Whips will be provided upon request.

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 7th of Lleian, in the year 0 AC.