Aetolian Game News
Bleakness and naivete
Written by: Kagura Tsuchimiya
Date: Sunday, May 5th, 2024
Addressed to: Everyone
Twilight Ritualist,
The "smallfolk" of Spinesreach have no need of the high-handed pity you are handing out in your arrogance. Their suffering is shared by all who have sworn their oath to the Theocracy, and Strife will ensure that it is shared with all the rellyw of the world. For one who claims to know the savagery of the wilds, you are the one who seem intent on convincing us that there there is some kind of difference to the savagery that will be suffered depending on your station in life. I'm not sure why I need to be the one to assure you, but there is not.
Strife makes no difference between "elite" and "smallfolk". Whatever the station of your birth, when Strife comes you fight or die. Or both. This is not a threat, it is a statement. There is only one way to "fill your stomach" - to fight, to struggle, and to claim the spoils from those you cut down. If you truly wish to defer Oblivion, and take lesson from the Portent, then the only path is Ascension. To depend on someone else to save you when Oblivion comes knocking, is to invite Them to consume you so They can survive. Those who do not fight for their own survival, for their own ascension over others, simply give over the right to decide to others who do - and those who would "strike, consume, and kill" will doubtlessly lend no mercy.
All on the continent of Sapience fight on, because there is no other way forward but Strife. Those who survive will walk forward, carrying the dashed dreams and scoured hope of allies and enemies both. Fight on, Twilight Ritualist. Struggle forward, Sapience. Take pride in your convictions, for the footsteps you leave behind are already stained with the blood and the grief of babes and warriors. All victories, all achievements, are built on the foundation of those who gave themselves to the cause, and those bodies trampled for standing in the way.
If you believe you are different, Strife will correct you of your naive delusions.
Yours,
Kagurs Tsuchimiya
Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 4th of Sapiarch, in the year 4 AC.