How terribly daft, Brother.

You claim that You hold ancient powers, and I am powerless. I am afraid
that you are quite confused. Perhaps thousands of years trapped in a
hole has adled Your already fragile mind.

I am not Maran La'Saen. While I retain some of his memories, I was
created as a God just as You were. I am no Godling, and you would be
wise not to compare Me to such.

I suspect the reason that You have not replied in person to My post is
that You are working so terribly hard to expand your influence that you
did not have time. I wonder how one who claims that they will expand
oblivion to all corners of Creation will do such a thing if they are
barely able to expand their influence beyond a single city, or even a
handful of shrines? Yes, My shrines have dwindled of late in response
from attacks of at least four different enemies, but yet mine still
outnumber yours by perhaps five times over. Feel free to take the usual,
boring route of having your few confused followers try to destroy Mine.
Perhaps they can be lead about by their hands by Icaru, who has actually
demonstrated himself to be a devoted enemy of Good.

Whilst Your mind decayed in a hole under the great rock, Eris inherited
Your place in the Pantheon and convinced the mortals of this plane that
Chaos was about rainbows and butterflies. I suggest that You continue to
correct this perception before You bother trying to sound grand and
mighty by sending a novice to speak to Me.

I look forward to You sending another novice to speak to Me to confirm
My thoughts.

Penned by My hand on the 20th of Valnuary, in the year 480 AF.