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Written by: Seeker of the Dark Arts, Murad Amaratha
Date: Thursday, April 3rd, 2003
Addressed to: Irruel du Vallianse
Irruel you make good points, that I cannot fault you, however you too
are wrong. Haern and Slyphe are products of mortalkind, it is by the
will of mortalkind that they manifest as they are, it is by the will
mortalkind that they are as powerful as they are, there is only -one-
force that exists that is not a product of mortalkind and from him stems
everything we are apart of him forever this cannot be changed, this
force, this -being- is Varian the Satus, the divine patrons of Duiran
may grant -some- right but if you look at it my way, how can the
manifestations of mortal belief grant mortals the right to act?
Another point I would like to firmly put down, is that I am -not- a part
of nature, I -was- a part of nature when I still desired food or drink
before the sword of Sir Koujin Vindicae came crashing down upon my head
at the Shrine of Ascension, there my soul tried to flee my body and
accept the inevitable but by my -own- power, my -own- will, my eyes
opened once more and in defiance I still stood -defying- death in all
it's glory, conquering it.
I have no dislike for any divinity in any way despite your beliefs or
suspicions, I respect them as they exist because of mortalkind, because
of the beliefs we hold, to blame, or to hate them, is to hate an aspect
of my being I have not yet embraced.
Your Rythym is flawed, be it a Haernite teaching he is the only one who
truly understands it, -your- perception of it is invalid and wrong, the
spirit you enslave to assume the form of a wyvern is not doing so
willingly, it is dead yes? Why then would it want to embrace life again?
Sure life is all fine and dandy in it's -good- moments, but it knows
eventually it will die again, and to anything that exists dieing once is
bad, but dieing twice is unthinkable, because you have already
experienced this trauma and why would you -ever- wish to experience
something so harsh, unfeeling, uncaring, and -nearly- unstoppable again?
Murad Amaratha
Penned by my hand on the 12th of Midsummer, in the year 96 MA.