I find it so very endearing that you all seem to believe you know what
'Death' is and is not. Perhaps the Master of Death will bring you to His
abode soon enough to confer with you on it, in the Soul Realm.

When my master fell into his long sleep who cared to bring Him home? Did
you, Shallam? Did you Cyrene? Hashan? Eleusis? There were many Ashtani
citizens who fought for decades to do so and you laughed at them.
Whether out loud or not, you did.

When the preparations were in order, Mhaldor was the one who went out on
a limb to gather the required resources ie Essence, that the Master
needed to be called back. He was not simply out trekking about the far
reaches of the garden such as perhaps Lord Matsuhama, or traipsing about
another realm duty bound such as Lord Aegis. My Master was in a full
blown Divine Sleep and needed to be awakened with all the power of
Divine Essence. We are but mortals, but we did all we could and we were
lucky enough to stir Him from his slumber. What did you do? Hashan
thought they'd stop it from happening and actually came to raid us while
it happened. Well... they at least did -something-. What did you do? You
peace-lovers who sit back on your cushy little seats of life and scoff
and insult those around you but do nothing. You'll hurl insults at the
Master, assuming you know -anything- whatsoever about anything of His
realm and yet, you don't even take the time to visit His temple, nor
speak to Him or His people. You'll hurl insults and accusations upon the
people who worked and bled for his awakening, yet when challenged to
face us in battle, you offer arrogant statements about being better than
'that' and continue to sit, fat and sassy, lazy and apathetic, upon your
throne of self deluded peace.

Do not speak where you have no voice.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Valnuary, in the year 359 AF.