who here
Enorian,

The Enorian that exiled me was the Beacon who claimed that the journey
was just as important as the destination. That there were some lines
that should not be crossed to achieve our goals. It saddens me that your
Vanguard would abandon such a noble ideal. That he would willingly
compromise so much of your identity and standards. And for what? Has the
Beacon truly become so desperate in the face of the enemy?

I have my faults but at least I am willing to make the right choices,
though they may be hard. Find shame in me if you must, Daskalos. I care
not for the likes of you. I look to those that would seek strength.
Those that would truly reach for the Light. The real Champions of Light
in mind, body, and heart. Not those only in name.

Who am I, you ask? I am the Judge raised by your own hands to watch and
serve the Light as necessary. I am the one who set Duiran's forests
aflame when they dared tolerate and use necromancy. I am the one who
hanged the Dwarf who dared spill innocent and protected blood within
Enorian's walls. I am the one who struck at the Corrupter's beloved city
of Djeir and seared Her champions to ashes. I am he who -acts- and lives
in the name of the Light. I am one of the people. You, Daskalos, are a
blade of grass who will always bend to the wind.

I implore those of you who still stand steadfast for the right ideal to
speak up within your city and see that justice is met. That the right
choice be made. It is still not too late to make amends. The Beast Queen
must not be celebrated.

In Strength,
Haven Locke
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Penned by my hand on the 6th of Severin, in the year 422 MA.