Lord of the Earth,

The Keepers of Ash, Soul, Blood, Bone and Flesh, as well as the Tyrant, have offered You grave insult. Bloodloch allowed its hubris to cloud judgment and erred in believing we could deliver judgment upon One Who is Beyond such mortal complexities.

You are the Earth. You are eternal, unconquerable and possess a might and thirst for warfare that goes beyond our feeble understanding of such concepts, and though we may strive to embody this steadfast brutality and authority, we also must not forget Who You Are.

Moreover, the Council did not step forward quickly enough to crush those who so openly and conflagrantly opposed You.

We ask Your forgiveness, though You are unforgiving, and apologize for our insolence. Those who spoke against You will be visiting Death Row and feeding Your Earth with their unworthy bodies.

In Blood,
Maeve Visara


Penned by my hand on Closday, the 22nd of Arios, in the year 509 MA.