Breaker of Hearts,


I might agree with some of your post to the Keeper of Blood, but near the end there, mmmmm. No, I couldn't let that go.

I will remind you who orchestrated the downfall of Varian's tree during the Monomachy. I will remind you just who has successfully -created- a Divine. Yes, I assume you'll point to the Progenitor and say, "Well it was Him, not you." Yet He did not do it alone, and He will tell you thus.

I will not tell you of our current projects, because you really don't need to know, but you'll eventually read about them in the news. We're not going to stand on the top of Mejevaghoewrhogih and scream whilst erecting monuments (Although I do like this monument, I'll note. Vast improvement).

The Empire has plenty of worth. Yes, it has its flaws. Yes, it has eaten itself from within and then rebirthed itself into something wretched and new more times than can be counted. However, our hungers are not yours to define, nor our accomplishments small.

You see, not everyone has to bray loudly about everything they do. I would think you of all people would see that and know it. You aren't a very loud sort, are you?

This is my last post, unless you'd all like me to publicly share some poetry written to me recently, or some very risque drawings that I've come into possession of. Maybe a detailed list of my beauty regimen as most of Sapience is so -vastly- invested in what I'm putting where, who is putting it there, and how long I do or do not spend doing it.

The Empire Endures. The Empire is Undying. The Empire knows Strife far more than any organization, for we inflict it not only upon you all through various means, but upon ourselves every ten years or so.

I've grown quite proud of how far my Empire has come from the ashes of what was. We have so very far to go, but that is the way of things, isn't it?


The Red Tyrant



Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 12th of Lexadian, in the year 2 AC.