Oathbreaker,

And so it has come to this. Your insecurities and inadequacies have driven you west to seek 'strength' upon the fog-covered isle knowing that no true strength can be bought with the blood of innocents.

Traitor,

You renounce all that you once raised your voice in support of. Your voice; the only weapon you ever wielded to any great effect.

Heathen,

The path to strength may be found in the west, but it is the one leading east, back down the Vashnar mountains toward the mighty Dawnspear.

We shared a city and a Divine Order, but we shall meet again soon.
I have reserved a pike on our walls just for you.

In Their service,
Xaden Ashture
Guardian of the Blades


Penned by my hand on the 21st of Glacian, in the year 733 AF.