Ah.

I did wonder when I would be hearing from the Silver Son's 'Tarnished Tooter'. 'Parper', I also name you, because your hypocritical preachings are like flatulence - loud, distasteful and better off avoided where possible.

I am not one for extended public discourse and I have already waxed lyrical upon the true source of Sapience's salvation. That tiny, smouldering flame of doubt that has been lit within your hearts by the hopeful glimmer of Sol Eos during our darkest moment, does more to persuade than any words of mine will. Your bluster is a feeble attempt to silence the voice of that kindled light.

To all others, I say...

Embrace it! Reach for that spark within you! Seek that lightness of being, hope and happiness! You need not be stifled in the suffocating mire and domination of Shadow!

Any claim to knowledge of what the Hammer seeks to achieve, and how, is farcical. Such paltry attempts at premonition are nothing more than a mummers act. A sham to lure the gullible and uneducated.

Place your faith in the guidance of the Unbound Lord, the Rekindled and the Maelstrom. Place your faith in the skills and abilities that those of Enorian have used for centuries to defend the innocent, combat evil and redeem the repentant. Most of which can be traced back to the First Flame.

We are proud of where we come from. We are proud of who we are. We are proud of what we have become.

Until the Dawn, we are the Light!

Sir Benedicto Silverain
Grand Crusader of the Dauntless Akkari Host

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Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 17th of Khepary, in the year 505 MA.