Arion, Lanos, the Lost Brothers,


I have some words, a warning, and a war for you.


But you are lucky for a few moments as the Imposter
once again tries to twist Her teachings, to bring
them closer to the truth without recognizing She is
false. Her teachings cannot be true! The gifts She
gives are but shadows of the Nightmare's gifts.
Her creativity, spark, symmetry, and pretty words
are a mockery of the Passion and Insight Lady Omei
granted us.

Naito, tread carefully and hope you do not deceive
too many because Terror is coming to each and
every one of the Thief's followers. And you will
be first.

Now, for the Brothers:

My rage for you is mixed. I cannot decide if I
should despise or pity you. Should I feel bad
for Lanos to the ruin you have brought his name?
Should I laugh at how pathetically Arion tried
to manipulate his followers only to be left
alone, impotent?

This conflict, and the lack of challenge are the
only reason we have not brought our Terror to
you yet. But it is coming.

Yes, your reckoning has been long in coming. You
tried to topple the Paladins, the beacon of the
Light. You tried to twist good-natured living
souls and commingle them with abominations. You
gathered your Order for the sake of survival and
now, now you drive them off. And you seek out
the lowliest of abominations for followers!

I do not pretend to know what you do. I wish
you would stop pretending that you knew why you
did it. Your trip to the shadowplane returned
you broken. You now indulge in your fantasies
and fears to the point of... you are insane.

That is all that need be said. You are simple
insanity.

The moon waxes full and the war will be coming to
you. Cower, recruit, plead. Do whatever you
think you must to survive- but it will be for
naught.

I remember. I remember our last conversation.
Your words still echo in my head: "I will kill
you." And so you did.

But you are not the only one that can make good
on that promise. When the Nightmare is through
with you, your tie this world will be weaker
than your grasp on sanity.

Beware the Living Terrors.
Beware the Midnight Hunt.
We come for you one and both.

yD

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Lanosian, in the year 307 MA.