Many are the voices that would preach righteousness, duty, and succor; how neatly has the triad spoken, each component reaching out a recruiter's hands as they perpetually lock themselves into struggle with the other.

The Witch of the wilds and the Crusader most jubilant have spoken of salvation: I would say to you all thus.

There is no true salvation in the Cycle; no salvation in the Hunt, in the pale and polished southern bulwarks or the overunning engines of the north.

No plane, no God, nothing in this world can gift us lasting safety or strength of purpose, for Creation promised us merely life, and perfection lies out of reach in any reality we may perceive with eyes that were conceived imperfect.

I would say to you all thus: let not your hands be idle, for your soul earns its daily solace from what you have earned for yourself.

Nothing is more sacred than the other than the sweat of your brow - may all your choices be made with a promise to work for your chosen home.

I am sure we all remember the agents of Ohlsana, hidden among the refugee lines, and the ridiculous excuses they put out not to properly work.

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Chaplain Galilei Ladoran, of the Nascent Hegemony

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 20th of Khepary, in the year 505 MA.