Rangor,
I am dissapointed that someone of your standing, both within Eleusis and
the lands, have proven yourself to be nothing more than a killer for
gold. You, a mighty warrior and once Gaian Knight, are alongside the
likes of Trance, Poergh, Daes, and Santar. Thieves and lowlifes who
sneak and kill for nothing more than to line their own pockets. You
could have the qualities of a true Champion, one who kills for those
that cannot, one who puts his life on the line for friends, housemates,
citymates and those rogues far weaker than yourself. Instead, you use
any means you can to place a few more gold coins on your beside table.
While I am aware of the number of Quisalis that roam Sapience, I urge
you to think about your motives, to shun the dark underworld in Thera
and join me alongside Princess Atlantia and her pride. Until then, you,
and the rest of the Quisalis will meet this Champion head on.
While I dislike to quote the Mhaldorians, Rangor, especially to one as
yourself. May Honour be your guide, and when you wish to seek the life
of a True Champion, you will find Princess Atlantia, and myself waiting.

Sobriquet Storm.


Penned by my hand on the 25th of Valnuary, in the year 480 AF.