Greetings again Lord Barak,

I thank you for taking the time to reply to me concerning my 'claims'
regarding your clan. I find it very interesting again you demean
yourself through petty insults rather than tackle my points directly. I
thought I would take this opportunity to address more concerns the
followers of the Lord Smith and myself have regarding the Blackrock
Halls.

You yourself have admited Lord Barak that the gifts from Lord Phaestus
were taken away. However you are contradicting yourself from earlier
conversations when you said Phaestus gave you nothing and Lord Sartan
came and gave you gifts of food, tools, weapons and water. If your
earlier statements are true, then how come when your mighty "rescuer"
came and saved the day, did you build monuments to Phaestus. I am not
talking about the clothes or symbols in your halls, I am talkign about
the Statues of Phaestus and other clearly Pheastean memorabilia that
would have taken years to create. If your situation wa so perilous why
did you take the time to create such things. Unless you created them
with the gifts Sartan gave you after Phaestus betrayed you?

You say I "spew lies" although I have not done so. You say I neglect to
include the times when my own followers say "thats a good point". I
would like to job your memory that the few tiems in question - three by
my count, were of points that are not necessary for the argument at
hand. I also point out your words that state - "believe that obvious
lies coming from those who seem to relay stories to you" Many of these
"lies come from Mhaldorians, who let slip information which they did not
think could harm your stories, not realising the tireless work from the
Chosen of Phaestus to piece together the information needed. the Lord
Smith's children have not spouted lies and relayed the information to
each otehr verbatim.

I would also like to inquire with you the source of the fresh slime
within your caverns that is comming from a large creature of some kind.
Some tend to overlook the mining caverns but those Dwarves loyal to the
Smith are diligent in their tasks and have seen this evidence, as well
as the presence of scorch marks and melted rock.

In furtherance I would also like to ask you why you changed the Laws of
your Halls AFTER its discoverance by outsiders. It has come to my
attention that the original viewing of the plaque of rules has changed
since the first day of discovery, or so a Mhaldorian and two Shallamesse
have informed me.

Again it seems I must correct you. Some people should not lead if the
mantle of authority is so heavy it squeezes the knowledge from ones
brain. YOU Lord Barak could not have been alive during such time
(although you have the audacity to call me young). The mountain was
thrown into the ocean, at a location decided upon by Lord Caspian of the
Sea. I was there just a few miles away in the Vashnar Mountain Range,
not sitting in a safe place. Please do not insult the intelligence of
Sapience with your infantile rhetoric.


Fianlly let me say that I have come to speak to you several times, Barak
(for you are Lord of nothing), and every time you sit mutely on your
throne counting flies, or lay dead on the ground, Gringor's Axe buried
in your skull. I spent many months investigating your halls and not once
did you speak up. you ask me to crawl out of my hole and speak with you,
I did so and you were too cowardly to confront someone of superior
intelligence. So let me say this, when you gather the courage to speak
with your superior, please feel free to visit myself or Jerh'mias within
the Temple of Phaestus. I have not learned all there is to be learnt in
the Blackrock, everytime I learn another piece of the puzzle more of the
whole is revealed. One day I shall finish the puzzle and then you shall
see the Power of the Lord Smith, Creator, Soulforger and Father in its
full Holy Fury if need be.

Farewell Child I look forward to the day you are no longer scared to
venture out of your hole to see the wonders of the Smith.
In Phaestus' name we Bless
Molotov Lighthawk, Hand of the Lord

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Aeguary, in the year 358 AF.