Greetings, Sapience,

In my last post to these boards, #18886, I promised you one thing. I
promised I would prove to you that, through Light, Chaos can be
overcome.

I stand before you now, almost twenty years later, ready to offer to you
that proof.

Some ten days ago, on the 13th of Miraman, 602 years after the fall of
the Seleucarian Empire, I was approached by Roshai, the Elysian seraph.
He came to tell me that it was time.

You may have already heard this, but I had been seeking for some two
years prior a way to finally rid myself of the mark of the twin that I
accepted in the Mhojave desert. I sought, and I toiled, and I eventually
found what I thought I might need.

Those who lived through that time may remember the reforming of the
Anointed. With my husband, Rho Dev'Evensong, and a small band of the
Light's most faithful, we brought back that ancient order, that the
Light might be heralded proudly once more. Our success then is for
history to judge, but I knew, and I remembered, the unwavering Light
that shone forth from all those who bore that smudge of blue ink.

I knew also the power contained within the Tome of the Anointed, and the
mystical, ageless, timeless man in the desert that the Tome would
transport us to. The Tome had been retrieved some years prior from the
hands of that once great avatar of Valour and Light, Azor Corso, and it
was to the Tome, in the halls of the Anointed, that Roshai and I
travelled.

My journey continued alone, into that endless desert, apart from time as
we know it. Those who wish to know more about what happened there may
seek me out, but for the sake of brevity, it was in that desert where I
made good on my promise.

My mark is gone, Sapience. That festering wound of Chaos was defeated by
the vast and boundless refulgence of the Light. I come before you all
today as living proof against the lies professed by Flair and his ilk
about the inevitability of Oblivion.

Just as we saw when Sothantos de l'Evanoir, newly crowned Champion of
the Year 600 Games, wielder of the Staff of Nicator, and Lord of the
Keep at Nicator's Crossing, turned his back on that cult to return to
his rightful place as a servant of Light, we see again the cracks in the
power that Babel's cult had been allowed to establish.

Open your eyes, Sapience, to the truth. I have professed it to you
before, and I will continue to profess it until all find themselves
under the banner of banner of Good, as the protectors of Creation that
we were all born to be.

Babel's cult is dangerous, but their foundation is a lie. We have all
witnessed their strength, but it is time for us to focus on their
weaknesses. They claim that Chaos cannot be stopped; I am proof, if more
proof was needed, that this is not true.

I tell you again: Oblivion is only inevitable if we beings of Creation
stand by and do nothing. Remember that, Sapience.


May the Light lead, and we never fail to follow,

Silas Maynard

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Miraman, in the year 602 AF.