Hail to those who know me, (and to the rest-- ignore this post)

This was the only way I knew how to best reach everyone at once. I am
afraid the time has come for me to make a very difficult decision.

I have grown very attached to everyone and everything within Achaea. I
love and care about each of you deeply and have been passionate in all
my endeavors. However, my soul is currently in turmoil and is being
called away from the realms. The Soul Realm is a mysterious thing,
however it demands greater responsibilities of us and all too often I
find myself hiding from it in Here.

To the Church: I have loved you dearly and have served you steadfastly.
I know I have been controversial, however do not ever doubt me when I
say I only wanted what was best for you. I hope if one day I ever return
you will remember the best of me and not the disagreements we had.

To the Empyreal Assembly: I love you just as I do the Church. You have
faced many difficult decisions and will be continually faced with more.
Be wise. Perhaps it is a relief to some that their most vocal-- some say
overly so-- member is leaving. However, please consider those things
which I was passionate about and know that I was only concerned for the
House, not for myself.

To Shallam: Hail, Jewel of the East! Continue shining bright! Be a
beacon for Good and do not let hypocrisy take hold. Be an example to all
Sapience in what it means to follow the Path of Good.

To my Order: You are amongst the people I care most about. It is most
difficult to say Good-Bye to You all. Mother, I love You and it has been
an Honour to serve You and Your cause. I will miss you all dearly.

To my Friends and Family: My eyes are brimming with tears as I conclude
my Goodbye with you. You are dear to me. So very dear. I will always
remember you. I am sorry to those of you I am disappointing with my
abrupt Farewell. I may be back someday.

To the Divine and the others who work in the shadows: You are greatly
appreciated. I have a great deal of respect for all of You who work so
hard to care for my beloved world. You hold Sapience within the palms of
Your hands and You have molded it into the world I have grown to love
and now find so very difficult to leave. Thank You, everyOne of You.

Farewell,
Alma

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Miraman, in the year 406 AF.