Dear mysterious organizer of protests,

I extend this missive to you with a heart laden with both concern and curiosity, for your mysterious actions have stirred unrest that echoes in the voices of those you have rallied. Your protests against all Gods in the name of the absconded false creator Varian have reached our ears, and it is with a heavy heart that I contemplate the countless lives lost in the wake of this enigmatic cause.

While the eternal wheel turns, I beseech you to reflect upon the potential for a new era; one where progress is not hindered by the echoes of a failed Creator. The people yearn for purpose, for a chance to carve their destinies in this evolving age. Ceaselessly protesting in the name of Varian may only prolong the shadows of the past, preventing the emergence of a brighter future. I implore you to consider the weight of the grief that accompanies each passing soul, for the realms mourn the losses incurred in the name of your cause.

Let the winds of change guide you away from the path of relentless opposition, and instead, embrace the possibilities that lie beyond the shackles of Varian's legacy. Allow the people to find meaning within themselves, unburdened by the weight of futile protests. The tapestry of existence is vast and varied, and within it, individuals can discover their own purpose, free from the constraints of a forgotten Creator.

May this missive reach the depths of your mysterious heart, sparking introspection and fostering a newfound understanding. The people yearn for progression, and in the quiet moments of contemplation, may you find the wisdom to chart a course that transcends the shadows of Varian's legacy.

In the name of Progress and the Cycle,

Arbiter Ulo

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 21st of Severin, in the year 2 AC.