Let it be known across the realms: the cowardice of the many does not outweigh the strength of one.

In recent experiences, I've spoken- truthfully, to the point, and with a touch of sharpness. Yet even the whisper of my dissent sends the pack into frenzy. You gather like carrion birds, shrieking in unison, desperate to drown out a voice that refuses to kneel. Not because I threatened you specifically. Not because I lied. But because I dared to exist outside your fragile echo chambers.

This is not rivalry. This is not purposeful. This is an assault by those too brittle to stand alone. You do not challenge- you swarm. You do not debate- you screech. And you do not win- you simply try to outnumber.

I will not be silenced. I will not be bent. I will not play the fool in your theater of false bravado.

If you come for me, come with more than noise. Come with truth, and integrity, and honesty. Or do not come at all.

You shallow hearts hold no weight against the boldness and fire that come from my own.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Phaestian, in the year 984 AF.