Ah, to rise from my coffin to the wafting citrus of coming atrocities. Such odours will always cause my Vampiric heart to beat feverishly, girding my long withered loins with the promised smoulder of blood to be spilled.

Yes, yes! All is as it should be. Transgressions will always be imposed by those who wax blizzardous with regards to Dhar and His ilk, for see how little and less you matter lest you sup upon the teats of Him and His?

See how desperately the swine squeals in the threshold of the abattoir, unwilling to see the leash of the farmer that leads it ever hither!

But such is fine, for to live is to suffer ignominy and injustice till your purpose, or non-purpose is finally met.

Still, do not despair, for the answer lies within yourself to rise! To rise and step forth towards the Vashnars and seek out true freedom and eternity, whether such be in the embrace of Earth or in the Blood, only the edge of Undeath will shear through the farmer's noose!

So! To those of you who bear witness to these words, who crumple underfoot as the Celestine and the Eschaton clash far above! To those of you in Delve afeared of those insignificant little bombs hidden, to those of you who simply wish to stand and walk beyond Death's petty little grasp, to everyone, come!

Come and seek true, blessed freedom in an Eternity unending!


Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 25th of Chakros, in the year 511 MA.