Greetings Achaeans,

Chaos always seems to have a way of changing unfounded preconceptions
and making those open their eyes to misconceptions they have embraced
full heartedly. I regret that I had fallen victim to both these evils,
though I am awake now. I see that I was never meant to be the Prophet of
Babel. With the restoration of the triune, I have found my true calling.
I am the Auspex of Babel.

As such, I'd like to make a few apologies before I set to work. At least
this way I'll be able to have a clean slate:

To Krian: I'm so sorry for doing what we did to you. Death was not
deserved to one so young, one who was touched by Chaos as you were. I
can only hope that you will forgive me for being a small part of doing
what was necessary.

To Slith: Though I doubt this will matter to you, I'm sorry for wishing
you ill for what happened on Mt. Nicator that day when the ward was
broken. The slaughter was destined to happen. That day, one way or
another, blood was going to flow from the mountain.

To Isillinde: Though it is not my fault, I am sorry for all that has
happened to you. You were deceived by Slith, you knew no better. We
shouldn't have been so harsh to you. However, I look forward to seeing
what is in your future.

To any who feel the need to speak to me, my door is always open. I shall
look forward to hearing from you.

All Hail Entropy! All Hail Discord! All Hail Chaos! All Hail Lord Babel!
Montago Vas'amaen-Ze'Dekiah
Auspex of Babel

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Glacian, in the year 431 AF.