Oh, Sapience.

I wanted to draw attention to the absurdity of believing Lady Khepri had returned, let alone that She is instructing cultists to do... whatever it is they're doing. Lady Khepri is gone. She's definitely not writing bad poetry in Enorian. And since I evidently need to spell it out for some of you, I'm not Her, nor have I ever believed I'm Her. It was a joke.

Still, I recognize not every joke is in good taste. I've found that claiming to be one of the Divine, however facetiously, sits bitterly on the tongue, and so I apologize to you all and to the Gods. What I did besmirched Her memory, which I deeply regret.

I believe whoever is acting in Her name is being just as insulting - more, since they're evidently completely serious. The Carnifex seek to hone the blade of Sapience, by any means necessary, against all threats, and so I hope my little embarrassment here will at least sharpen your noses to better discern when something shouldn't pass the sniff test. Don't let yourselves be fooled. Not by me. Not by some cult. Stand ready, for the enemy is coming.

Alela Arcan

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 13th of Midsummer, in the year 495 MA.