This is something I received from Latus, something he wished for me to
post to you all.

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Earlier today I discarded my body, opting to exist as a soul for some
time, and discovered the horror that lurks within me. I know not what it
is, but I know what it has done and what it will do. It is not Evil, it
is not Chaos, it is not Darkness.

It is none of them, and all of them at once.


It feels like hatred, vile, repulsive hatred. It hates everything and
everyone, but most of all it hates Light. This explains my behaviour
concerning my past, one entirely dedicated to Light and Goodness. This
... thing... inside my mind and body hates that past. It wants me to
forget it, to erase all traces of it. That is why Oghma is the first
victim. Oghma symbolizes the past of Shallam, city of Light.

But far worst than the hate I felt was the power it held. I realized it
was stronger than I, and was spreading fast. I felt its power would only
increase until such a time as it would have consumed me whole.

I am still able to control it but at greater and greater cost. My past
is fading from my own mind, in its place appearing hatred, suffering and
pain.


My last attempt at escape will have to be fought entirely by myself. I
may not succeed, in which case I am sure I will be acting fully under
the influence of this power. If this should happen, I will be nothing
more than a walking mass of hate. Pray I do not cross paths with any of
you should this happen.

I have given my armour and a circlet, both bearing the mark of Lady
Mithraea, to my wife Goldberry. In those two things I have saved a bit
of my true self, and they will preserve me should I fail in this battle.
I am weak, hopelessly weak, but the Lady of the Sun would have laughed
at me and dismissed this cancer within me with a snap of Her fingers. I
have no doubts that She will see to my ills when She once more opens Her
eyes.

When you read this, I will already be gone. I will no longer be counted
among the Mithrans, nor among the Sylvans. I will have given up all my
powers and abilities, so as to limit the damage I could inflict upon old
friends upon my unsuccessful return.

Until we meet again,
Latus Sioraiocht,
Wicked Goat of the Sun

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Scarlatan, in the year 396 AF.