So the vision of two omnipotent beings revealed, the battle tumultuous and grand. Revealed to our mortal eyes, the designers of fate, of powers we bear, of all that we know.

As was designed by Him, is Death, is the Cycle.

So was designed by His children the will to rule Their respective domains and use their power for Their purpose.

In all that is known, in our existence, one fact is true, the designs of the Creator and His Pantheon exist for their purpose, even the Desperation of Undeath, Corruption and Blood are designed by His own to see that duties long before any of us are maintained and served.

Death is Inevitable, so it is decreed, and should the end come unto us, then to the King's halls we shall travel, and our purpose fulfilled. Until this Inevitable release from Life's trials we uphold to preserve His Creation, the Cycle, and that which shall persist by our King's charge.

Much as those of the Earth would defend their Father's will, and those of the Blood embody the strength of the Progenitor. These designs are ones which came after the Creator's own, but Death was first, Death was His, Death shall reign and the Shepherd of Souls shall give His Judgement as is His charge.

There is no greater anathema to creation than the Akkari, for their existence its outside the will of the Creator's pantheon. Their design is of an incarnation of destruction that would burn the free will of brigands, of sorcerers, of seers and spiritwalkers. Their design cares only of itself, and those which align with them. BURN OR REPENT! They declare for anyone who seeks different. BURN OR REPENT! They denounce of the Creator's design.

In His Creation, that which burns rises once more in Renewal, shedding the fiery plumage of the Phoenix from the ashes of heretical mandate to exist and make choice.

Never forget, we all exist because His Children gave unto us the will to fight for our beliefs and embody the strength of His Creation. Contradictory some of these beliefs may be, but in that Strife greatness comes forth in intuition, strategy and mortal make. We need not doctrine or promise to exist, we merely need do. From birth, unto our Inevitable End, the story is written, and you bear the will to make it worthy.

May the maddened be culled in mercy.
May the strong be bloodied in glory.
May Death reign as the Inevitable End.

-Arbiter Ulo





Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 5th of Arios, in the year 511 MA.