Ah, the ever repetitive statements on Undead apathy...

What seems to be ignored is the natural role of Undeath within our world. Without the Undead, the feeding of the Pillars of the Earth would surely become jeoparized and thus the Sorcerer-Kings would be unleashed and our Plane would collide with that of Azvosh. Something the Teradrim Warband prevent with the unified Strength of the Empire of Bloodloch alongside the Earthen of Azvosh as well as the strength of our other allies, some of whom among the Living themselves.

But what is the natural roll of the Living? The Cycle spins and spins. Lust takes hold of the living and they procreate. Then comes the gestation period in which a soul is given a Phylactery of Flesh, created through the consumption of a variety of matter; plants, animals, water, and so on. Converting this matter into their flesh and once spat from the womb, consuming more in order to grow to their peak physical form.

From there, the natural purposes of the Living become two:

One. To procreate and make more Living beings through lust and more consumption. Adding to the numbers of potentials to be either slaughtered to sustain the Strength ever thirsting Pillars of the Earth.

Two. To rise above and beyond the Cycle of Life and accept the Gift and duties of Undeath. To reject the moralities and lesser elements. To pledge their bodies to Earth through Undeath. And to maintain War and Bloodshed so our world might continue existing against the odds that ever are against our Plane. May we never know peace...

We are cold. We are apathetic to your suffering and the childish whims of Dreams and Emotion. We are the necessary culling that spreads the blood of the Living over the ever thirsting Earth.

You would be nothing without us. Our apathy is necessary. For the Living will never accept the cold nature of reality. We are necessary for our world and we will continue to harm the innocent, the weak, those you love and care for, the valorous and honorable who would defend those who cannot defend themselves. For their blood must bathe the Pillars of The Earth.

But do not dwell in fear. Father's Gift is one offered to all who hold the Potential and Strength to grasp it. Those who are able to look beyond their selfish clinging to the Cycle of Life and to take up the weight of the responsibilities of the Undead.

If you would bear this weight, seek us out.

Find Strength in Undeath. Find Strength in Earth.

May we never know peace...

- Fyrren, Priest of Azvosh

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 1st of Arios, in the year 500 MA.