You dwell within it and scramble and fight to make your mark. That is mortal,
to seize on opportunity, to make something from it. Yet all your opportunity
is borne of sacrifice in the face of greed and broken ambition.

No. This is an age of liberation.

We have unburdened ourselves the shackles of Varyan. Accord and Tumult are
freed by Their Creator's touch. Truth undeniable, to each corner of Sapience
and beyond. We have freed the Red Quarter of Drakkenmont's grip.

This is an age of breaking chains, not building them. This is an age of
purging fires to free this world of the horrors of its past.

One light at a time.

Scramble, squabble like Your Gods do, licking Their wounds and still
mimicking Their Father even in His abandonment.

We will march on. Ever forward, through this age of transition, and change,
and spreading wings into the Dawn.

- Inthirath Karthi
Vanguard
Son of Jaru

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 2nd of Omeian, in the year 0 AC.