Greetings,

While I'll admit that I only briefly skimmed the preceding posts, yours
caught my eye and inspired a retort. Like you, I've never been one to
allow misconceptions or untruths to be posted unchallenged; however,
unlike you, I don't challenge them with more of the same.

Chaos has little or nothing to do with potentiality. Chaos has nothing
to do with change, or with growth. Chaos is - and this was about the
only true thing in your post - a destructive force. It isn't, however,
destructive by chance; by its very design, Chaos destroys.

History has taught us this all throughout the ages. Look at the mythos:
look at the accountings of the fight against Entropy, against Discord,
against the Unnameable Horror; look too at more recent happenings, at
the rifts that appeared throughout Creation, at the destruction that was
wrought against this plane during the unfortunate events that brought
about Babel's rebirth. These are factual happenings, and they are
unquestionable proof of the nature of Chaos.

Babelites talk of this destruction as inevitable, but we know this to be
untrue. We know the taint of Chaos can be cleansed from Creation, as we
saw when Dawn ascended to become the Lady Mithraea; we know that this
destructive energy can be dispersed, as we saw from Ayar. The only way
that Chaos's destruction can become inevitable is if you believe the
untruths spread once by Eris, and now by Babel and His followers, and do
nothing. They ask you to revel in the destruction of Creation, while
masking their intent to shepherd in Oblivion.

Good men, including myself once upon a time, have continued to prove
these false by standing and fighting, and I have faith that all of you
as beings of Creation will come to realise that the threat of Chaos is
real, and is worth fighting. No matter your affiliations on this plane,
no matter your enmities, no matter, even, your opinion of Ovid and the
Qashar, your real fight should be against Chaos, and against Babel's
lies.

For after all, what will there be to subjugate, or to nurture if Babel
wins? What forests will you patrol, and what wars will you remove
yourselves from when there is only nothing?

Think about it, Sapience.


In service,

Sir Silas Maynard

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Miraman, in the year 527 AF.