Greetings Damned one,

Now now.. where to begin. Let me first recall my entrance to the Blood
Congregation. I do believe it was where -your- Vicar stood astounded by
my accomplishments, affording me immediate promotion within the house. I
was granted every request I had asked. Completed every task set before
me. I've achieved full membership status in each Mhaldorian House, based
either on accreditation or the usual dedication.

Onwards to your sniveling remarks! You claim that my reasoning for
leaving was due to your oppression? Do you mean while you were parading
around as a Jester? Or perhaps while you stood idle in the house you and
your wife own? Certainly it was not on the field of battle, where
however many times I stood and fought for Mhaldor, the only times I was
at your side happened to be on poorly planned and executed attempts to
strike at the East. Perhaps you mean whilst I was on the Mhaldorian
Council, when even the Viceroy assigned to me stagnated yet I still
found the strength to complete my duties as War Minister.

Had you the intelligence of leaders before you perhaps you would not so
aptly jump to an illogical conclusion as to my reasons for leaving
Mhaldor. I'll be certain to let the proper channels know that They may
need to raise the ceilings in Mhaldorian rooms for you. Your ego knows
no bounds, yet your actions speak about as loud as a field mouse.


I suppose I'll be economical and save myself another stipend:

Nijias- You and I were Ordermates at one time. Even during these times
you had very little actions to speak of. I still know none to date of
your Vengeful acts. While I may work to atone for mine, at least I can
say that I have some. Continue blowing your war trumpet while you stand
safely on the side of the battlefield 'watching the world' Let it
forever be known that you were not one that lived of this world, but
simply one who watched it go by.

I do believe I've said enough. I've gotten my sovereigns worth.


Penned by my hand on the 25th of Aeguary, in the year 450 AF.