Architect,

The Praadi an-Kiar, blessed priests and priestesses of She Most Eternal, answer the call to Fame and Infamy as spoken by the hollow tongues of those who see their commitment to lifeless earth as a blessing. This faith is a lie and your blessing a blasphemy. We will carve it from you, and return you to the dust.

You dress carrion faith in the vestments of war, believing that blacksalt and blood alone will stand when all else has crumbled. But it will not be enough, as Her world has a way of purging things that stagnate, sloughing them off like dead bark and feeding their remains so that something more worthwhile may grow.

You will be shaken off this world like the parasite you are, and only your maggots will remember you.

- Watcher of the Old World
- Tiarna an-Kiar
- Heir to Vo'acha



Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 16th of Slyphian, in the year 9 AC.