Achaean News
A Response
Written by: Tenebrus, Proselytist and Cutpurse
Date: Tuesday, February 20th, 2007
Addressed to: Sifu Najara Sa'Rithven, The Emerald Devi
Najara,
That Evil will ultimately consume itself is a popular misconception,
stated perhaps most famously if not most eloquently in that child's
primer to folly; the New Codex. However, it is, without doubt, a
misconception.
There are many within my home city who are greater than I, more fearsome
warriors, more dedicated scholars and yet we find common cause without a
hint of friction. It is Mhaldor that offers brotherhood and unity of
purpose. Which city is it, my dear, that tears itself apart
cannibalising itself; fuelled only by its citizens' hatred of each
other. Albanists, Anointed, Rhovians and Torainites; Hieyokons and
Relosites an endless parade of division, of inner conflict.
It is necessary only to eradicate weakness, not the weak themselves it
is Mhaldor's dream my dream that the weak may be brought to Strength
through the wisdom of the Truths; the medium of Suffering. Only those
who stand in the way of the Truths, who oppose their dissemination, must
be destroyed. For the rest, there is hope.
For those who doubt my words, behold only what occurs on this newsboard.
Mhaldor offers unity of purpose; a single voice, while the myriad voices
of Good drown each other out in a cacophony of tumultuous disharmony.
This will be my final word on the matter: when one debates with fools,
there are no victors and the quality of the debate is the only loser.
I say again: for those in search of unity, of brotherhood, of a path to
self-improvement, of nobility of purpose and the pure flame of devotion;
look West. Mhaldor awaits.
Yours, in service to the Master
Tenebrus, Proselytist and Cutpurse
Nimble Nine Fingers; Speaker of the Truths
Servant of Purity and Scourge of Hypocrisy.
Penned by my hand on the 6th of Sarapin, in the year 444 AF.
A Response
Written by: Tenebrus, Proselytist and Cutpurse
Date: Tuesday, February 20th, 2007
Addressed to: Sifu Najara Sa'Rithven, The Emerald Devi
Najara,
That Evil will ultimately consume itself is a popular misconception,
stated perhaps most famously if not most eloquently in that child's
primer to folly; the New Codex. However, it is, without doubt, a
misconception.
There are many within my home city who are greater than I, more fearsome
warriors, more dedicated scholars and yet we find common cause without a
hint of friction. It is Mhaldor that offers brotherhood and unity of
purpose. Which city is it, my dear, that tears itself apart
cannibalising itself; fuelled only by its citizens' hatred of each
other. Albanists, Anointed, Rhovians and Torainites; Hieyokons and
Relosites an endless parade of division, of inner conflict.
It is necessary only to eradicate weakness, not the weak themselves it
is Mhaldor's dream my dream that the weak may be brought to Strength
through the wisdom of the Truths; the medium of Suffering. Only those
who stand in the way of the Truths, who oppose their dissemination, must
be destroyed. For the rest, there is hope.
For those who doubt my words, behold only what occurs on this newsboard.
Mhaldor offers unity of purpose; a single voice, while the myriad voices
of Good drown each other out in a cacophony of tumultuous disharmony.
This will be my final word on the matter: when one debates with fools,
there are no victors and the quality of the debate is the only loser.
I say again: for those in search of unity, of brotherhood, of a path to
self-improvement, of nobility of purpose and the pure flame of devotion;
look West. Mhaldor awaits.
Yours, in service to the Master
Tenebrus, Proselytist and Cutpurse
Nimble Nine Fingers; Speaker of the Truths
Servant of Purity and Scourge of Hypocrisy.
Penned by my hand on the 6th of Sarapin, in the year 444 AF.