May the black hand of Lord Sartan grant strength to all of you.

Oh my dear follower of the Traitorous One, you should clearly probe you
peers for the validity of their responses before you wave such silly
accusations about. You speak as though you are full of knowledge, yet
have demonstrated that you know very little if anything at all. However,
I would expect nothing less from a man in your position so I was not
surprised at all.

Do not assume you or your little underlings have any idea what happened
within these halls when we were cast aside by our race, Patron, and
friends. You claim you have gathered bits and pieces from other folks,
and as stated in your conclusion that I have little ability to
distinguish between fact and fiction. My dear boy, it seems you are the
one who lacks that ability since you believe that obvious lies coming
from those who seem to relay stories to you. Perhaps it is time for one
of your underlings to rise up and slay you, but then again I'm sure they
can't be much better.

I will attempt to set your path straight on your conclusions and
assumptions, and perhaps if you desire more information you may crawl
out of your hole to come speak with us.

You understand very little when it comes to our history, so do not
assume you can speak upon it as though you were there. After the
mountain came crashing down on us, and I assure you it did even though
you dispute that, we met many horrors within these mountains. Yes, Grima
did have gifts from Lord Phaestus, but those we taken away from us at
our hour of need when safety was within reach. Our food stores rotted,
and our water was nearly gone as my clan withered away to the point of
death. Our leader, Gringor, ordered mining operations to resume hoping
to find a way out of our prison or to find some food source nearby. At
the very end, when death was at our door, the teachings of Lord Sartan
found its way into our halls and kept us alive. Our people willingly
gave up our foolish beliefs to pursue the path of true power, you can
claim it was a taint or sickness all you want, fool. You fear us,
Molotov, you fear what my clan has become. We have been carried forth
from the lies of the former teachings, carried forth from the falsehoods
that you spread to the rest of our race to gain more power for yourself.
But in that fear, you are become more like us everyday. Your deceit and
lies are legendary, young one, and you would do well to leave your path
and learn the true power in this world. Lord Sartan is that power, and
in him we have endured, survived, and grown stronger.

As far as your other conclusions, I assure you that perhaps you should
get your members checked for intelligence and their ability to speak the
truth. Many of the things you reported I was avoiding or spoke are
complete lies, as many of those present from Mhaldor or other cities can
verify. It's quite fitting though that you spew lies, as that is what
your group has done for many years covering the tragedy that befell my
clan. You also fail to mention all the points I made in which your
members replied, "That is a very good point." Our clan was forgotten for
a reason, we were buried to cover up a mistake. The mistake being a
group that realized the weakness in our lives, and how we chose to purge
it from our bodies. I realize you are afraid more of our race will see
the falsehoods in your beliefs and come to our side, but give us some
credit on the truth we speak. You can't cover your deceit forever, young
one.

I offer this to you and your companions, if they wish to know what our
years of solitude and isolation were like. I'm sure I can arrange a nice
cell in nearby Mhaldor, where you can be locked away. We will bury you
within the earth, and there you will sit for many years to pass. In the
end we will dig you up, and then we shall see just how grand and
glorious you think your teachings are at that point. So come child, I'm
sure our friends in Mhaldor would love the opportunity to torture one
such as yourself, come show us the power of your belief. But alas, you
will remain in your lofty residence and spout lies from afar. We do not
seek your praise, nor do we desire your acceptance. I decline all your
offers, and spit upon your well wishing. May the Evil in our hearts
choke your very existence, and when your pathetic life is at an
end...may the true horror of our Lord Sartan overcome you.

Also, on behalf of my clan, I would like to thank our neighbors from
Mhaldor on their continued support in gaining us new supplies to honour
our Lord Sartan. I look forward to a future of great Evil for my clan,
and welcome all who share in our vision to seek the following of the
Lord of Evil.

In Lord Sartan we gain our strength,
Barak D'Nichliz, Lord of the Undercaves
Leader of the Blackrock Clan

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Aeguary, in the year 358 AF.