No, I am not in an order of Chaos. Rather, I follow a more mysterious
path of Chaos. I bear the mark, professing my allegiance to this
non-order. While my path, at first, did not lie with them, it does now
and shall ever do so.

Chaos is and always will be a neccesity of life. Without chaos, peace
can not exist. Without Chaos, you filthy bigot Annointed and your horrid
Church, would not know what peace was.

It is upon you, my dear, sweet, and adorably idiotic peoples, to destroy
peace, apparently. You have done so. You shall regret it, and ever will
until the day I no longer walk in these realms.

Catch me alone, kill me, but damn, bein' a martyr is somethin' I ain't
got a problem with.

By the way, did I mention, my dear little Church, welcome to Chaos. You
yourselves, proclaim peace, but you've crossed the line into Chaos, and
from here, I don't think you can go back.

Oh and by the way, I've slain the gnoll healer, Rho. Many many many
times and I'll do it again and again and again with sweet, oh so sweet,
passion at the thought that I'm doing it against your wishes.


For Chaos, For Freedom, For the Twins!

Yours, ever unfaithfully

Chaotic Phaera Corten, Mischief Maker.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Glacian, in the year 458 AF.