Such hubris! If Creation could be saved by baseless pride alone, we would need to look only to the rank and file of the Bastion to find ourselves delivered from harm.

Alas, the reality is considerably different. The outer reaches of the multiverse lay devastated and broken, corrupted and twisted utterly beyond recognition by the Mad God's tampering. The magnitude of the foe we fight is all but invisible to those who blind themselves to the destructive influence of Chaos, much the same way that complacency and curiosity towards the Worldreaver in His early stages led to the subsequent deaths of a score of Divine, and the wounding of several others.

There is no deception. This is the simple truth. You may deny it, as so many others have, and continue to do. Live well in your ignorance, as your betters fight on to permit your hedonism and utmost disregard.

As for the musings of a freshly-mantled Droch, I need only to point towards Sartan's impeccable history in demonstrating the Strength He so espouses - particularly in the dramatic failure to see His former dreadlord and compatriot whisked away from the Worldreaver's clutches in failing maintain the vortex that led to their battleground. The Lady of Vengeance died a spectacular death at the hands of the Worldreaver, betrayed utterly by Her former master's weakness.

Upon the high seas when the night is dark, I often wonder of Her final thoughts, and the dawning knowledge of Her former master's true capacity. Perhaps that afforded Her some solace from the Worldreaver's final strike. Who is to say? The look of relief upon Her shade's visage when it was finally slain by the demigod masses may have been of sheer reprieve from having to suffer the history of knowing Her past with Her former Lord was all for nought but a prompt end upon the grey plains of Nishnatoba, surrounded by Dala'myrr.

Were such weakness but an ephemeral thing, one could almost pass such an event off as a temporary ailment, a remnant of His rejoining, perhaps. Alas, nary half a century later, Sartan effort's to turn a erstwhile Vashnarian priestess to Apostasy after she falls from grace proceeds in much the same fashion as His dealings with the late Lady of Vengeance, even as said mortal bears the full brunt of His malevolence.

What does this tormented priestess do? Writhe under His ministrations? Buckle beneath His relentless assault on her mind?

She turns to the wardens of Nature, takes on the form of the Viridian, and chokes His followers to death with her vines. The indomitable will of the Lord of Oppression cannot turn the mind of a single mortal! Thus are the followers of the Seven Truths - thralls to a divinity of illusory power, spurned on only by their own inadequacy, to torment the world at large with their wailing, and gnashing of teeth.

The only thing to be found amongst the ideology of the West is self-flagellation and delusion, whilst the North bears their pride as a cure to all ails. The Crown languishes in dusky irrelevance and the Heart of the Vashnars remains eternally silent, concerned only of its own affairs.

Look upon the world and know, Sapience. The beacons of the Lightbringer illuminate the darkest places of the realm, and the flames of the Righteous Fire blaze with purifying heat across the land. Two Divine stand against the will of three-fold Their number, and their servants thrive and prosper.

Decide yourselves, as to whom espouses the strength and tenacity required to defend Creation from those who would see it subjugated, corrupted, or destroyed. Let our actions speak of our faith, and our purpose.

Daeir Wintermourne
The Ivory Apostle of the Harbingers of Redemption
Vessel of the Fire



Penned by my hand on the 8th of Sarapin, in the year 656 AF.