I have long stood against the chains of delusion and tyranny-- against those who would have me bend my knees while wreathing themselves in hollow grandeur. Now, another tyrant rises in full: the second self-proclaimed God-King, Neraeos, who would drag all of Sapience into the depths of His dominion along with Cyrene in all its shame.

Some of you know, and more must learn: war has erupted between the so-called Imperial Reaches of Cyrene and the Firmament's Oasis, Arcadia. This is not a regional skirmish to be ignored-- it is a question; Will we, Sapience, stand idle as another God tries to claim rule over us, Creation, and the Pantheon entire, or will we place He and His delusions in stark relief?

Neraeos does not seek balance. He seeks submission. He would drown all who resist Him, and claim dominion not only over mortals, but over All that Is. Such perverted ambition must be shattered. It is not only Arcadia's duty-- it is ours, too.

The Sealord's reign is flawed, genocidal, Self-indulgent, and will be met with more force than what paltry efforts it has thus far faced. The Skylord calls for Reckoning-- and Sapience may rise to meet it, no matter our religion.

Thus I call not only to Ashtan, but to all corners of Sapience; Organize. Arm yourselves. Prepare for a War between bleak uniformity and endless possibility. If you wish to join Arcadia in its fight, I urge you to reach out to myself or Queen Clytemnestra. A Clan for the likeminded exists, and in it you belong.

Let us show that Sea-stinking God what a REAL Storm is, in all our Fury and Conviction; something that razes those unable to weather it. Let Him remember that mortals are not so easily conquered, and let those abetting Him in Cyrene realize the severity of their err.

Creation has not been for One to rule since Ayar first Created our Elders. Let us show the nascent God-King, who regretfully did not get that memo, that this holds true. We will not need Divine aid to strike down these pretenders and their farcical Tyrant. The people of Sapience will be the hand that brings them their Reckoning.

Time has come for you to do your part, too.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Lupar, in the year 978 AF.