It's a Gods damned race.

We as mortals have devoted our existence to the purposes of our Divine, each result ends in gratifying victory, or prophecized oblivion. We have truths which exist in our world that the incursions of any element via influx of use, rift, calamity...shall be wrought in the outright doom of our plane.

The Earthen, Warband and Father's chosen, maintain the prisons that bear the Sorcerer-kings, and more terrifyingly that of the mind of Balgraug the Devourer. The collapse of the pillars would crash Azvosh into the Prime material plane with sure enough force that all would be consumed, but even greater the Undead would be all that would persist in such a calamity to fend off the release of great evil. Bloodloch however, with a vague knowing of such fates persists, in Strength. The Carnifex and Dominion steeling themselves for battle and war, be it by consuming the souls of life for purpose instead of the Underking's greed, or finding immortality in the face of madness.

The Minotaur of Sterion, the Sciomancers, and the Syssin (Lets just say Spinesreach by proxy) have been charged with ensuring that the rift is monitored that the Shadow Plane is understood, that Ohlsana remains imprisoned and that we as mortals are not poisoned by Her influence to become shadowbound. Even greater we scholars know any influx of element is inherently harmful. The Archivum surely devotes itself to such charges, understanding, knowledge, integrity and challenges that such heavy weight bears upon it, yet holding does the Spirean tricolor fly maintaining a scant resemblance to the Ankyrean before them who thrived on knowledge. Do they share the same fate in doomed hubris?

Enorian, Blessed is the Light, or is it? Rewh'va is a terrible place, one that even the Duamvi in their battle torn existence care little to remain in. The truth is that Spirit itself is poisoned, fractured, dying. Endless battle persists, yet the Beacon rallies under the banner of the Light in hopes that some Age of Dawn can be brought forward, yet the Ascendril know well enough such would be sure calamity, do you not. Ask the flowerhead what influx of elements means, ask the Archmage. Yet the Illuminai and Templar would fight ceaselessly for such things. Is the Light and its purity truly "blessed" is the Age of Dawn attainable or just scripture to rally the masses?

Now we come to Duiran, where the acceptance of their perversion on Father's Earth and the pain it has wrought has finally come. Knowing well the doom and death rattle that Dendara coughs out on the dregs of the Lady Renewals final breath that attempted to bring it life once more. The cancerous decay of that which they have held in such high regard being touted as some cycle that persists in renewal. Renewal is dead, the Hunter consumed Her in greed to get one final breath out of His domain. Much like His traps for Albedi Gods, they failed. So instead of persisting in destroying other Divine realms like you did Hers, be honest about the doomsaying, embrace your anger and frustrations, your nihilistic desire to bring forth the doom far and wide your precious plane faces is known.

In the end, it all will die and return to Father's most pure Earth.
We will persist.

May we never know peace.

-Imperator Nipsy

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 10th of Chakros, in the year 503 MA.