My former Lord Apollyon, ever Suffering prince; Let me begin this
missive to say I am a little disconcerted You still slink around my
heels like a forgotten puppy. While I am flattered You have shown signs
of returning to Your own teachings of subtly after many many years of
neglect, why is it You send Your little insects to do the dirty work You
so delighted in doing in the past? Nonetheless the various curses and
maladies You taunt me with bestow such a Suffering I cannot express my
gratitude in words. For, You see, I did not denounce the teachings of
Suffering, I denounced You.

You see, I struggled as a child, but once I became a citizen of Mhaldor
those burdens were lifted from me. I to easily manipulated those around
me and they were blinded to my flaws by a charming smile and the right
words at the right time. Coming to Power was even easier but You would
know this, correct? I was still a Droch when I was invited to join the
ranks of Your faithful, I was a Cleric when You appointed me as a
Apostle, and barely a Troni when I was given the role of Viceroy. All
before the thirty-fifth anniversary of my birth.

But Alas! I grew restless, You had robbed me of the toil and heartaching
labour that usually comes with decades of building a stage of power. The
power and status I thought I would work my whole life towards came to me
in the space of a few short years. I did what I could to keep myself
entertained, perusing scrolls and tomes on the banks of various rivers
as I collected fish to exchange for the skills I still have not
completely learned. Issues where arising in Mhaldor as well, but this is
not a missive to that city. This is specifically for Yourself. I read
and I meditated on the concepts brought into my young mind.
Introspection, that is a skill I tuned under the guidance of my mentors
when I entered Your order, remember? What was the biggest weakness in
Mhaldor? I asked myself. Myself. How should it be removed or
strengthened? By going out into the world, dependant on nothing and
rebuild for myself instead of having opportunity given to me on a gilt
platter. I do not think this was the lesson You had intended me to learn
in my appointed task for when I brought You my answer You chose to slay
me and mark me with Your disfavour.

In time I have been away from Your influence I have learnt far more then
the dusty tomes available in the Congregation shelves, meet more people
then I thought existed and unfortunately, been slain by a wide variety
of beasts. Like a woman shedding an obsessive lover I had blossomed and
grown in this newfound freedom but something odd happened... I had
returned to the ship I currently sail upon after a not-to-uncommon trip
to the halls of Mother Maya, and out of the corner of my eye I saw a
small white insect alight on the railing. I found this odd and pondered
it a small time before You graced my mind with Your presence, stating
You were displeased. Again, I found this odd and assumed that perhaps I
was just overhearing something meant for another. I continued to hunt
and gave it no second thought. It wasn't until my eyes exploded from my
skull did I think perhaps you may be frustrated at me specifically. To
cut a long story short, albino locusts ripped me apart from the inside
out. Back to visit the great Mother with a parting gift of a curse and
bestowing upon me the status of Enemy to both Mhaldor and you Order. It
is the third time today I find Your actions to be 'odd'.

I do not even think this missive will even sink into Your mind other
then being the incessant nattering of a bitter mortal. I will continue
on the path of my choosing. I will beseech Lord Hermes for luck in my
travels and adventures, Lord Neraeos for fair weather and fair sailing,
and my thanks to Lady Keresis for teaching me revenge can be as
satisfying as a freshly drawn heart. Of course my gratitude also extends
to you Lord Suffering, for even though I think You taint Yourself with
the teachings of Your Twin (with no offense intended to the Lord
Oppression in this declaration), You still bestow Your blessings of
Suffering upon me.

Tahquil.
She with bleeding eyes.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Phaestian, in the year 509 AF.