As one of the very few remaining members of Lord Daedalus' Order, I will
take it upon myself to relay the facts of Balance.

Lord Daedalus is gone. This I have heard from the very lips of those so
high and mighty in the Garden of the Gods. I do not believe that we
should hold a single breath for the return of his Greatness, as the
circumstances look dire indeed.

But that does not mean his ideals cannot live on. His Order is still
here, though fragmented and frail as it be. I too gawk at the current
situation of things. It is apparent, to me at least, that Evil and the
city of Ashtan are quite a bit stronger than the Light and Shallam.
While it does sadden me, I do not know what I can do to help things. I
am but one follower, and without the guidance of My Lord, and the help
of my fellow brothers of balance, I can but sit idly by and lament.

So I beseech you, Molotov, as well as the others around this great land
to aide in the resurrection of Balance. Do not let the Dark and the Evil
overwhelm our lives! You must be strong. You must fight back this black
tide that is threatening to ruin the very fabric that ties together the
net of balance. Please, you, the people of Achaea, are our only hope. We
cannot wait for the hands of the Gods to help us. Daedalus is gone, but
WE remain.


Penned by my hand on the 10th of Ero, in the year 294 AF.