Sapience,

Although I am loathe to involve myself in the zealous discourse of the ofttimes ignorant masses, the rationales provided for the continuously wavering support of our Creator do not move me. And so I deign to offer my own comment, in brief.

I do not speak for the Dragon of the North in this matter. As the bastion of Reason upon this continent, the Ard-Dhasani has instructed that we exercise such for ourselves - and in doing so, ever strive to prove ourselves worthy of the free will so frivolously bestowed upon us. As His Regent, I serve only His will. And so this particular task falls to the individual.

As Consanguine, however, I look to the territory of Nalalsa with some level of surprise and ask:

If you are so intent upon betraying the pantheon of Sapience, do you intend to surrender the gift of the Blood, which was bestowed upon you by the Dark Mother?
If you will stand only by your own will and seize your own fate, do you intend to surrender the gift of the Earth, graciously provided by the Earthen Father?

You speak as if you pursue a path to power, but all of the power ever held by your "Empire" has been given to you by Those more powerful. Is not the only thing that awaits you in the Eschaton's world Death?

It is the Celestine's world that has permitted us to escape the Cycle. It is the Celestine's world that has allowed the Progenitor of our race to become Divine. We live in a world where, perhaps, mortals were envisioned as mere puppets and slaves originally. That world has evolved into one in which mortals spit in the face of Death and sip from the cup of Divinity. Has anything of the sort been known in Albedos?

I wonder if, after all your territory has striven for, you simply choose to surrender to Muadi rather than Dhar.

Yes, I am aware that the Celestine has consumed His creations - when they were doomed to be destroyed regardless. The Eschaton, on the other hand, has created beings that would destroy us simply because it is Their purpose.

You forsake what stands between us and Them to stand on your own. I call you fools, personally.

Speaking only for myself,

Sheryni Nebre'seir


Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 11th of Chakros, in the year 511 MA.