Greetings, mortals

I have spoken with a ranking Darkwalker at length, and we have reached
an accord. We of the Sea are not warmongers, and are happy to know that
those of Darkness are of like mind. The Darkwalker in question has been
favoured for the possession of twin spheres of brass. So it is that the
Nerai no longer look to the Darkwalkers with eyes of rage.

While this one performed with ferocity and tenacity couched with
respect, the same demeanor did not hold true for the one known as
Profit.

For attempting such a foolish thing as disturbing the sanctity of My
most holy of holy places, you were merely disfavoured. Then of course
you followed with threats to My children on the boards. You insulted
Myself as well. This is something that is extremely foolish, rather than
courageous.

There have been other adversaries for My Order in the past, which chose
their words carefully and were noble enemies that the Nerai honoured in
battle. Their names are yet whispered in chants by the Fylakeian Cult
over the Altar of Duty, and though they spilled the blood of the Nerai,
they made My children yet still greater by the deed. This is the way of
the Fylakeian. You, dear Profit, are the first adversary to depart from
this string of adversaries.

To this end, you shall be hunted by the Tempests of Fylakas as one of
the cursed, until your greatest challenge in strength shall be the noble
Pixie Queen. You may find your sanctuary in the Temple of your God, as
My warriors are forbidden to strike in holy ground. Cower there as you
will.

I rarely address mortals in this forum, and I will not continue to do
so. I look forward to seeing the children of Riparium using your head as
a kickball. Good day to you.

Neraeos Fylakas
Protector of the Unending Shores



Penned by my hand on the 14th of Scarlatan, in the year 394 AF.