You write of a city pursuing its self-interests as if the notion was utterly incomprehensible to you. Is that because you have no interests of your own?

The Theocracy of Spinesreach did not hestitate to wage war against the world in order to advance its goals. You could have done the same, marching your armies against the undead of Bloodloch and Qor Qogol alike. Instead, you rushed to throw yourself under Maeve's implausibly practical hilunite heels.

A convenient faith that flees from all challenges is truly a weak, brittle thing.

Hope is dead, courage is dead, inhibition is the foremost sin, and the most virtuous sacrament is the pursuit of Corruption through Her Gifts.

Already, the whispers of Despair have allowed you to attain some semblance of achievement. Denying them will only hinder your progress; the Age of Dawn will never come, because there is not one among you who is willing to risk and struggle for it. Accept that, and embrace what Lady Chakrasul's offers you.

There is only one path for all of us.

Ever Downwards,
- Legyn


Penned by my hand on Closday, the 1st of Celes, in the year 4 AC.