I've been thinking carefully about what I want to
say here.

I feel it's important to note that I respect you,
Sarapis. I admire all the work you've done and
continue to do. I realize that my respect means
little to you, but I offer it anyway.

Because I respect you, I find myself compelled to
say the following things.

I am extremely disappointed in the post you
recently wrote about Tarah. Initially, I was shocked
that you'd do such a thing to someone who so
clearly cared about the world and the people in it.

After the shock came anger and hurt. You know the
whole story, and yet you post that about someone such
as Tarah. The vitriol in that post is something I'd
expect to hear from someone who only knew half the
story, not someone who was at the very heart of
what happened.

After my anger and hurt, I simply became confused. I
don't doubt that you honestly feel the things you wrote,
which confuses me even more. The Tarah you speak of
is not the Tarah I knew. Likewise, the player behind
Tarah that you speak of is not the player I knew. I
know she was dismayed by what happened and the
circumstances that led to her having no choice but to
leave. Clearly you have quite a different picture of her.
Certainly your image is at least as valid as my own, so I
try to reach an accord between what you've said, and
what I know.

But I cannot. There is too much disparity. The best I
can do is accept that there are things I do not know,
and that not everyone has the same perception that I
have.

But beyond even this, I am amazed that you'd write
such a post and place it in the public view, for all to see,
for all time. If ever I'd wanted to be a god, to learn and
help this great realm you created, and to try and support
your endeavors here, your message would give me serious
cause to rethink my ambitions. That you could do
something so hurtful, not only to Tarah, but all the
people who are devoted to her, would make me reconsider
placing myself in a situation where I might be on the
receiving end of such a stab in the back.

I offer a suggestion (with some trepidation) from my
experiences in life. When a leader finds that there is a
great amount of "turn over" in his or her support staff,
too often they blame the support staff for being "flakey"
rather than considering that there could be recurring
problems that are environmental, circumstantial, or
systemic at the root.

I certainly wouldn't presume to judge what it must be
like in your garden of gods
I can only go by what you
tell us in your public posts and what I've learned from
the gods I've spoken to. Fortunately your post is not
the only information I have about what it's like to be a
god here. But I do wonder at what must go on up there,
when the garden couldn't keep Tarah, who was a
devoted goddess determined to make things work, and
when such vitriol is heaped on the heads of those who
are so devoted, after they are no longer able to defend
themselves.

Even if what you suggest is true, and Tarah is simply
an unreliable flake, who does it help for you to post
such a thing in such a public way? Did we, the players,
need to know such a thing? Does it help us roleplay
to know such a thing? Does someone who has
volunteered their time out of love for the realm deserve
to be so defamed? Does it, in any way, support the
devoted players in Tarah's order? The answer is no.

The condemnation you heaped on Tarah's head in
your post was unnecessary and only succeeded in
making you appear spiteful and mean-spirited. I
sincerely hope that this was simply disappointment
and frustration speaking before thought was engaged,
but I fear that I'll simply pay the price for my
bluntness and be treated to a raking over the coals.
Though, if the latter is true, better that I know it
now, before I've devoted much more of my time
and emotional energy to this realm.

Tarah gave me many beautiful gifts, and brought
much insight into my life, both in character and
out. I could not sit by and allow you to disparage
her in front of the world without saying something.

I certainly hope you can understand that.

With a heavy heart at the loss of a precious
spirit in her life,
Feverfew Le'Murzen

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Sarapin, in the year 263 AF.