Duiran,

We bandy around the term of 'corruption' very easily, yet many of us know not of what we speak of. With the Presiding Voice, it is used as a replacement for concepts that escape her comprehension, and thrown forth as an attempt at propitiation for actions that the Duiran Council took in ignorance.

It is one thing to act decisively for your ideals, but another to strike out with willful nescience of the world at large. We are all fractions of a greater tapestry, cast against the Manifold through which the threads of our destiny are woven.

My counter-offer for Duiran is as such:

Replace Caitria as your Voice and put up a more reasonable leader, less impatient but equally zealous. By giving in to her incognizance, paranoia, and desperation - not once but twice - she has provoked a second war upon your borders when there was but one to fight.

The location of each monolith is not ours to dictate, but to stand as a call to preserve the purity of the Earth for the enduring longevity of the Prime Material. As offense is taken by its mere existence, perhaps it is only when the Hunter comes to an agreement with the Earthen Lord will there be edicts to stand down.


Enorian,

Each time you bring your divisions of armoured knights in conflict against the Empire's horrors, I wondered if you understood what you were supporting. Each time you intrude into the caverns of Bloodloch, I wondered if you were there to take revenge for the actions of Nipsy, my Thronekeeper, or because you were not confident in the collective strength of your forestal comrades.

You move to support Duiran's actions borne of blind zealotry, misplaced intention, and abject mistrust, then continue to fight their war for them. Yet, when your ally in arms makes a decision that embarrasses your ideals, causing the unwarranted deaths of hoplite divisions marching back from our four-city initiative in Masilia, you are quick to foreswear your responsibility for the actions they take.

This easy vacillation between the stance of your beliefs makes it hard to discern what the Beacon stands for, and why the city continues to remain in a conflict where there is no qualifying objective to achieve.

Having said that, I am amenable to opening discussions between our cities. Consider this my reach out.

I am,
Tyrant Elene Arcan-Tetzauh

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 21st of Midsummer, in the year 499 MA.