Kin of the Antlered Crown,

You are as eager as ever to aspire to the rank of worm, that you may wriggle through whatever cracks you can find, claiming literally any form of discord out of your desperation. It will be all the more satisfying to crush when the fragments rejoin together, however imperfectly.

But yes, let us speak of achievements and action....

It was the council of Duiran who achieved the greatest and most significant of purpose - to see Dendara renewed, flourishing, free and balanced. Life eternal has been wrenched from the grip of despair, reborn into the Spring that was promised and prophesied both. This world has been spared a cruel death by the termination of Her gifts. The world of lifeless sand and pockmarked undead, bereft of dream and beauty and the wellspring of growth, is no longer guaranteed.

This great imbalance has been corrected through a great price, and Duiran stands prepared to enforce and protect it. But yet, it would still be a failure for us to usher in the newborn Lirathyar only to let the plane, where Her life flows eternal, crumble between the choke of Cheshehe's rotting waters.

It is by the drum of the Rhythm where we thrive, and our ways are guided by Instinct and Memory, Severity, Defiance, Destruction, and the Cycle's turn: Death and Rebirth.

We will sever the yokes of arrogance and excess.
We are neither blinded by Light nor cowered by Shadow.
We are free of the shackles of cowardice and purity both.
We will suffer neither the excess of shadow nor spirit against the sanctity of Life.
We are the hand that will hold the world steady and natural, all things in their rightful place.
Ours is the heartbeat of myriads made one, free to run savage and wild and in exultation of Dia'ruis eternal.

The Beacon has only ever proven themselves an ally and protector of the sacred gift of Life, more than most. Turn your rapacious gazes elsewhere - the armies of Czjetija, perhaps.


- E. S. N.

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 18th of Chakros, in the year 504 MA.