People of Sapience,

We are often preached at to learn of the compassion, the warmth, the guiding Light of the Beacon. Though when it comes to the root of the matter, the Light only serves its own selfish, indulgent goals.

Mhun of Enorian, the orphaned children were sent to the Beacon in hopes of a life greater for them, yet in times of war, in times of incursion, the Beacon has left your youth unattended, in the open, guarded by a frail woman who expired so simply by necromantic touch. Your children screamed, begging for mercy, their voices resounding through the temple. The Vanguard and her people, instead sought to stand in the Mamashi grasslands of all places, standing guard over an effigy that insults their misguided faith. Their delusions of what life represents found all....every last child....slaughtered.

To the Dunnites who the Beacon forces to live in the slums near the lighthouse, peddling wares to make ends meet, while the Lords and Ladies of the Beacon parade around in opulent silks and medals, tossing you the heads and bones of their lavish seafood meals to fight over. Does the Beacon care about you, do they care about the slums, again, your protection is the minimal, whilst their gilded temple rising to the stars is found surrounded by protection. An edifice of worship more important than your lives.

Yet you all have one thing in Common, your people were warped and twisted by their gilded tongues to believe the Light cared for you, to believe that their palace was a place of Benevolence and that the Cycle would provide you warmth and kindness. Until the primal desire for war, the very wars they engaged in to bring you there in the first place.

Even now, the Lords and Ladies manipulate you with the Goddesses dreams, the ones who do not rest do not see or hear such things.

Cast aside the Cycle, purify yourself of it.

Undeath will show you that you need not benevolence and compassion when you have strength. The Empire stands for those willing to seek it, and we will show you what -you- are capable of, not what we can serve to you on a platter to provide delusion. If you desire something, take it in your palm and crush those who try to take it away.

The children were a sacrifice to make this point, and in harsh lessons such as this, I made a choice to show you how little you mattered to them. Take this as Truth, not that Truth which they wish you to believe. If you decide to stay, know that the Empire will show no mercy towards you, so this is your warning, I am true to my promises. The list of names and their subsequent screams remind me of this when I told your Vanguard I would return for each word of delusion from Hers and Her peoples mouths.

She did not care, none of them did.

May we never know peace,

N.C.

Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 12th of Midsummer, in the year 499 MA.