Sapience,

I come here before you all to ask the one thing I should be the last to
say. All my life, I have been a killer. My youngest memories are of
learning from Changcoix, solely in order to avenge myself on Morpheus,
Pain, and Suffering. I have killed in the name of Aurora, Twilight,
Shallam and Ashtan. I have accomplished nothing by it.

I seek to accomplish something today, and that is peace. It is unity,
and it is strength. I know the Gods in the Garden to be infallible, but
I also know that there is something wrong in our world. There is a great
deal of danger lurking around the corner, and this is not the time to
bicker.

My plea is an old worn one, repeated by generation after generation. I,
myself, have been on the receiving end of this entreaty hundreds of
times. I have never taken heed, but never has our situation appeared so
dire. I ask you now to draw upon whatever it takes to lay down your
grudges, your alliances against one another, and your hatred. This is a
call to arms as a world, and it cannot be ignored.

I hereby renounce all debts of honor, grudges, insults, slights, feuds
and hatred I hold toward any. I will not be slaying my only allies in
what I fear may become a war to defend our reality. I ask each and every
one of you to do the same. No more killing, no more defiling. No more
raids, provocation, or retaliation. I ask you to stop.

Ryvern

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Scarlatan, in the year 288 AF.