Targossas,

Since the time of The Black Woe, you have slept. Rarely stirring only to attempt to claim sovereign over the lands of Sapience that belong to no other than the Earthmother's demesne.

While it is inevitable that every last one of us, including you, will be returned to Nature, where are you? The battle of Good and Evil has not ended, and yet you have gone to tend your hearth. Upon finality of a victory you alone did not earn, you have gone to rest and allowed darkness and Evil to take hold.

What happened? Did righteousness turn to pride? Did victory lead to apathy? Or have you simply found your old home anew, and lost your way back? Eleusis pushes their cause for the reclamation of all that is Hers. For Nature, for Creation.

Whatever the case may be, you have been instrumental in allowing the fight between Good and Evil, darkness and light, to go unchecked. You have withdrawn from your cause to fight for Creation, and for that, you have my emnity.

There are those among you that I am sure feel the same way. You claimed a backseat position in The Battle of Woe, and preached your leadership and prestige during and after. You were blinded by your own righteousness. Self-righteousness.

There are those among you that have honour, and still believe in your path. I have met you. I cannot believe that you follow in the complacency that has manifested.

I challenge you, and I will be met. Whether it is in duels, battle, or another forum. I will meet you, and those of you who believe in your cause will meet me. If you retreat, I will hunt you. Stand for your cause. Stand with honour. You will be met with the same.



In Her Service,

Tialha Wintermourne, Squire of Sir Aodfionn

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Miraman, in the year 941 AF.