Well, in response to the apparent bedtime story Ovid tells you all
before he tucks you in.... ummm?

Now then... Hashan has certainly been the Qashar's most frequent target.
Why? Because it could not defend itself, and therefore provided the
easiest kills. The Qashar are individually weak, which is why they have
teamed together against contract killers, and why they will dissipate
when the frontman of their boy band is killed in a raid.

But thank you for the opportunity of learning to defend against
repetitive, artifact-reliant assaults from groups of 7 or more. You've
done a great job of stirring up the citizens of our city. We thoroughly
despise you for smudging our poor totems, and Hashan, being an
enterprising city, probably doesn't have the means to buy all those inks
again. Ohh... drat.

Well, you wisely chose to raid Mhaldor and Ashtan between visits to
Hashan, to further emphasize the we're good guys facade. Unfortunately,
you're clearly tyrannical bullies and thugs with no other motive than to
kill for experience.

Here's the real inevitability. Your enemies have all been more than
willing to die for their cause and/or their city. And now that you've
made a public menace of yourself and lost the respect of nearly all
followers of light and peace, you get to decide whether you're willing
to die for yours, which is ironic, because your agenda is to kill,
nothing more.

Hashan, Mhaldor, and Ashtan versus one small clan with one place to
hide. And you will hide, as you've done any time the odds have been
tipped against you. It is probably your safest option as well. Retreat
into the bed you all share and hope that we forget and leave you to play
with each other by the lake.

The other option, of course, is to keep perching on our eyelids like
flies as we blink you away repeatedly. Yes, we can trade similes month
after month, but the real picture isn't nearly as pretty as apocalyptic
scenery Ovid has painted in his mind.

Keep it simple: Reconsider the unimpressive name you've made for
yourself or make your own end.


Thanks for the fish,
Disciple Cetaiyo Etienne, of the First Order

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Valnuary, in the year 529 AF.