Time is a strange thing, and as it would pass so briefly for one, it can
move through eons for another. I visited the crystal plane quite some
time ago, a thing not unusual for Me, yet as mere moments in the life of
an Immortal went by, a half century had passed here.
In the year 250, Knowledge was a neutral force, claiming that alignment
in the name of purity and objectivity. This has changed, and I have
changed, for an insight found Me in that former prison, a realization
reflected in the prismatic walls.
Too long has My sphere sat centered in moral ambiguity, formally
choosing neither side in the constant wars of this land. This inability
to commit is dangerous in both its arrogance and weakness; arrogance to
believe one may avoid the inevitable decisions of life itself, and
weakness in the inherent indecisiveness involved.
I will no longer foster such spiritual uncertainty.
The collection and categorization of information was once the highest
form of worship to Me, but this will no longer be so; it is the use of
what one has found and its application to the betterment of others that
is the center of what I represent. Truth is a vessel of Knowledge, and
both shall walk alongside their sister ideals of Light, Justice, and
Law.
Let all who once knew the Lady Lorielan and Her followers note this
difference.

Lorielan, the Enlightened

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Aeguary, in the year 298 AF.