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Different views of those reflections
Written by: Hanley Silverstorm
Date: Tuesday, May 20th, 2014
Addressed to: Mathonwy
Greetings Mathonwy,
You have found salvation? You have found your purpose? I believe you have found a lie. A lie in which all of Mhaldor believes, one spread by the Malevolent Lord. You seek your purpose yet you seem to have lost that a long time ago. In the time I have known you I have watched you grow complacent, weary, and useless - yet you now try and preach of the truth that you have found within the ugly walls of Mhaldor. You are nothing more than a tool, to serve a being that seeks nothing but control over the world. You are seeking redemption in a city that has fallen far from the strength it once held. Call me wrong if you will, but you are nothing more than a traitor like the one named Aegoth, someone who seeks purpose in doing his Master's wishes. Such is the life of a slave. I wish you well on your journey, but I shall not keep your name in my prayers to the Bloodsworn.
You seek to find the strength to over come your own fear and weakness, yet you go running, your tail tucked between your legs like the coward you are. Such a shame, to see the usefulness of someone such as yourself go to waste in such a city that will one day find its end at the hands of its own tenets. They are doomed to backfire and destroy the city from the inside out. For without the strength, weakness, fears, and diversity of everyone you meet in your life you will never truly understand the companionship that the other cities foster between its citizens.
I too have seen the designs of Good scrawled upon the tapestries of time, however I find great strength in viewing such things. Like the false god Bal'met, who was brought to an end with the sacrifice of Maya, the Great Mother and the sacrifice of the Lord of Time made to bring the Lightbringer back to us. You are shameful, a disgace, and unworthy to be called anything more than the slave you seek to be. I shall laugh as you break to the will of a God who cares little about you or those who worship Him. May your back stay strong in your endevour and may you never come crawling back.
May the Lord of Death and the Bloodsworn Gods have mercy on you, for I shall not.
In Service to the Lightbringer,
Hanley Silverstorm
Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Aeguary, in the year 655 AF.
Different views of those reflections
Written by: Hanley Silverstorm
Date: Tuesday, May 20th, 2014
Addressed to: Mathonwy
Greetings Mathonwy,
You have found salvation? You have found your purpose? I believe you have found a lie. A lie in which all of Mhaldor believes, one spread by the Malevolent Lord. You seek your purpose yet you seem to have lost that a long time ago. In the time I have known you I have watched you grow complacent, weary, and useless - yet you now try and preach of the truth that you have found within the ugly walls of Mhaldor. You are nothing more than a tool, to serve a being that seeks nothing but control over the world. You are seeking redemption in a city that has fallen far from the strength it once held. Call me wrong if you will, but you are nothing more than a traitor like the one named Aegoth, someone who seeks purpose in doing his Master's wishes. Such is the life of a slave. I wish you well on your journey, but I shall not keep your name in my prayers to the Bloodsworn.
You seek to find the strength to over come your own fear and weakness, yet you go running, your tail tucked between your legs like the coward you are. Such a shame, to see the usefulness of someone such as yourself go to waste in such a city that will one day find its end at the hands of its own tenets. They are doomed to backfire and destroy the city from the inside out. For without the strength, weakness, fears, and diversity of everyone you meet in your life you will never truly understand the companionship that the other cities foster between its citizens.
I too have seen the designs of Good scrawled upon the tapestries of time, however I find great strength in viewing such things. Like the false god Bal'met, who was brought to an end with the sacrifice of Maya, the Great Mother and the sacrifice of the Lord of Time made to bring the Lightbringer back to us. You are shameful, a disgace, and unworthy to be called anything more than the slave you seek to be. I shall laugh as you break to the will of a God who cares little about you or those who worship Him. May your back stay strong in your endevour and may you never come crawling back.
May the Lord of Death and the Bloodsworn Gods have mercy on you, for I shall not.
In Service to the Lightbringer,
Hanley Silverstorm
Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Aeguary, in the year 655 AF.