Hwolf, your post exhibits the same self destructive tendencies as your
landmarking tendencies. You will likely suffer the disfavour of several
more Gods before this is over, but I for one have no intention of
lifting Mine, regardless of your apology or not.
I will waste My time recounting the things in post 9332 that earn you
this disfavour, but it strikes Me as odd that you are the political
leader of the Iron Citadel. If this is the best the guild can put forth,
then the city is indeed better served by removing this cancer from our
midst. I patroned the guild long ago. If you were born at that time, you
were certainly very young. There were many faces and factions in the
guild in that day, but they were loyal to the city and were solid
soldiers, all. To be honest, I am disgusted with what the chivalrous
guild of necromantic knights has deteriorated to. In the end, I am
betting the current leadership will end up as ever so small, ever so
evil, bushes.
As more and more of you find that you are outside your city and unable
to access your guildhall, your own grasp on the chair of Guildmaster
becomes more and more tenuous. You will continue on your present course,
and the guild will be wrested from you. I will likely be patroning the
guild, not because I or Eris take it from you, but rather because you
break it, and throw the shards from you. It will not be the first time I
come to put the guild back together. The alternative is of course, that
you turn the course of your guild, and bring them back in line with the
will of the general populace of Ashtan, (and thereby keeping your seat).
Hwolf, you wear My eternal disfavour for dozens of reasons, but all of
them can be traced back to your poor judgement.
--Aegis, God of War

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Mayan, in the year 296 AF.