Amidst a time of rest I happened upon my Golem, my protector and
guardian, lying dead in the forest. In my sorrow, I buried his corpse
and meditated on what could possibly have caused such bloody murder. I
knew the perpetrator by name, for he left his mark.

His name? Archmage Veldrin Crescent Concordia, a self-proclaimed child
of compassion. I thought, "Have I fought this man, this dragon of the
Light and thus brought his anger upon my cohorts, was this my doing?"
No, this was not the case. Then I considered, "Had I retreated from an
insult or argument with this "compassionate" dragon, that would incite
him to such a heinous act?" Nay, this too was not the case.

rmsg 404
soulstorm alban I inquire directly with Veldrin, and ask, "Sir, why have
you slain my guardian?" After much back and forth musings, most of which
were useless, his purpose was revealed. His reason was because of my
alleged participation in the splintering to dust, the shrines of his
Lady Tarah. I harken to Thee, Great Goddess of Vengeance, Lady Keresis
for I believe You have a closet student, who carries a torch for Your
ways, secreted from his brethren.

Perhaps he may provide You amusement?

How you are fallen from righteousness, O' Veldrin, son of Compassion.
You have laid low your own credibility, for though your voice professes
Harmony, your actions speak of Vengeance. Man cannot serve two masters,
have his life both ways. Open your mouth, serpent, your words cannot be
heard over the deafening roar of thine hypocrisy.

This is the great beauty of the Evil life. We are not here to lie to
you. We are not here offer you candy, flowers and color your world with
promises we shall not deliver. Walking in the path of suffering, we cast
down the lies and hypocrisy of our foes, choosing instead to dwell
within a wisdom profound, a life truly lived. In this we have studied.
In this we have trained. In this, we have waited.

Evil waits, a beast in the shadows, listening as the children of Shallam
bickered and fought amongst themselves, patiently waiting for just the
right turning of the moon, just the right glint of the sunshine. The
hypocrisy of the righteous has already built a solid foundation of pain
upon which true sentient life shall grow, spurned by its natural desire
to advance beyond the weakness from which Goodness shall never rise.

Now has come Salvation and Strength! The Kingdom of Evil expands its
walls with the Powers of Oppression and Suffering while its detractors
are cast down, content to debate our Truths from within their splintered
house of hypocrisy!

A new age is coming. Prepare to greet the dawn.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Mayan, in the year 404 AF.