Many of you have read about the problems many of us have had to go through, both in the Ashtan posts, and in public posts 7153-4. I can tell you all now however that things are finally wrapped up. Here is the conlcussion and how I got my eyes back.

Thanks to the heroic actions of Aelric, we were able to destroy the monolith sigil in Nirvana. After that operation was complete I was able to portal into the place, recover the last orb, and finish this whole crazy thing by destroying it.

I now know what the messenger, and the rider intended.

I said in my possession that without the Abbadon and the Morning Star, there were no more barriers to stop the Rider. In a moment of clarity after destroying the orbs, I saw it all. The Rider is not one creature, but many, living on another world in our plane much as the Rajamala and Xoran did before coming here. The Rider however is a very powerfull entity/race, and exists by moving from world to world, hence the term of "Rider". Abaddon and the Morning Star, two incredibly powerfull forces, at one point blocked it's path to our world. But after their destruction, the Rider dispatched it's scout, which dubbed itself "The Messenger".

The Messenger possessed Halo and then myself, and would have led the Rider to us, no doubt resulting in our destruction. But with the destruction of the orbs now, the messenger is defeated, and the Rider will never come. I realize that many of you will probably just think I am crazy, but it matters not any more. All that matters is that a terrible tragedy has been avoided.

In light of recent events I hearby call of my clan war with the Exodus Battalion. The things that I have seen and gone through make me long for peace, and I hope that Raajin's forces will accept this.

Lastly, there is the subject of my eyes. I thank Lady Muaxl for donating her beautiful green orbs to me, and I would also like to extend my thanks to Tain, Decado and Andelas for helping me to convince her to part with them as well as successfully performing the transplant operation which was very painfull. Luckily Andelas and Decado were strong enough to hold me down to the operating table during the operation. I can see again.

At the same time, Tain has warned me that these eyes will only last a few weeks at most before my body rejects the foreign tissues. When that happens, I shall be forced to aquire new ones. If you are willing to donate, I prefer green, or blue, though any color will do really.

Thank you for reading,
Zero

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Glacian, in the year 261 AF.