Salutations,


It has been many a year since I've placed quill to parchment in an
attempt at eloquence.
Mine attempts have always left something wanting, at least in mine eyes.
Yet, they've typically managed to stir up the appropriate level of ire,
in the eyes of others.

Amunet,
and the City of Ashtan,
I find your pride in your accomplishments both endearing and well
granted. I pray many successes upon your walk down whatever paths you
choose to take. May your freedoms of choice and ability to maneuvre as a
group towards your respective goals be both successful and long
enduring. Over the many years of the repeated wars between the Church
and Ashtan or Mhaldor and Shallam, we have met on the battlefield and
shed each other's blood to the stalwart song of crossed swords.
Well done.

A question. And think not ill of me for asking, as I'm sure many others
across the wide realm of Sapience seek this answer as well, what next?
What of your goals?
Do you remember where your path takes you in your rebellion against
nature?
Do you remember Entropy, Discord, and Babel's direction to the Void?
Do you grasp the significance of Oblivion? of Nothingness?

You are lead by masters of propaganda. I pity your leaders in this venue
as they will lose those whom they persuade at the success of your goals.

You are lead by masters of combat! I pity your leaders in this venue as
all those with whom they fight will be gone, and they themselves no
more, at the success of your goals.

You are lead by masters of strategy! I pity your leaders in this venue
as their great plans will all be for naught! Their skills ruinned and
meaningless, with none to fight for or against, upon reaching the Void
which Lord Babel implores you must seek.

You are lead by masters of economics! What economy shall there be when
there are none with which to trade as it is all gone, lost to the
ether...

Congratulations! Take pride and joy in the success of your goals!! In
Reaching that Ultimate defining point in existence and making Lord
Babel's will Real! Savor the moment! Enjoy it for all time. Rejoice,
party, indulge thineselves on the traditional Wine, Women, Song! Fly
Free amongst the skies knowing that you have conquered and succeeded in
turning where all else failed. .... but, no... for you, also, will be
lost unto this realm of obliteration to which Lord Babel seeks lead ye.

All of this, for naught, but the ramblings of a thankless God who cannae
manage to destroy Himself, such that He must persuade His followers help
Him to end ALL that He might find His end as well.

There was a time when being the Servants of Chaos had a strong meaning.
And a strong following. Now, tis merely a pale comparison to its former
Glory. Mind, Aye, your Historians lost the Library in the Erisian
Pyramid, where they might have managed to learn a smattering of the
Truth behind Chaos, before the taint of the Void came upon it.

I will remark that I find it odd that defending your home to be
something of which to boast. But, if that's where you get your pride,
I'll not take it from ye.

By the way, when are you going to inform your staunch allies of old on
Lord Sartan's Isle that the success of Lord Babel to reach Oblivion
spells their End as well? Such pithy things, how some alliances always
end with a knife in the back...


Sincerely,

Noristae Op'Shae-Snowhunter Derhen-Weltsdown
Priestess of the Winds

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Ero, in the year 598 AF.