Sapience,

We stride boldly into a new era, an era marked by not only the triumph of the Lord, but OUR triumph. Yes, you read that correctly. Ours.

The Lord struck as the very will of Sapience made manifest. Every blow He landed was a blow for us. Every wound He took, He took for us. This was as much our battle as it was His, and today, we celebrate triumph.

This is a new era, where abominations will know only dread. They can bleed. They can know despair. They can end.

In recognition of our mutual triumph, I will be hosting an essence contest for the Lord Bamathis for the next seven weeks from the time of this posting.

First place will receive 150 credits. Second will receive 100 credits. Third will receive 75 credits. Fourth will receive 50 credits. Finally, fifth will receive 25 credits.

You may offer your corpses at the entrance to the Lord's fortress, or at His shrine atop the statue of the Father.

Ever His,

Whirran Arcan-Tetzauh

Ireti

Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 23rd of Midsummer, in the year 511 MA.