Even as I look around me, in these latter days of our sick and decaying
world, I am frightened by the happenings of Sapience as a whole. All
around, something which was one abhored is now embraced. Vampirism runs
rampant, with new Rogue Houses rising every day. Our young flock at an
alarming rate to the false promises of power and immortality, these
things concealed by the harsh realities of what it is to have lost your
very soul. And so it is I have come to you, the general populace of
Mortal Sapience... Nay, I come not, but I implore you all, with every
fiber of my very being, to enforce the values once taught by our
fathers, and their fathers.

All throughout the land, I see Vampires being welcomed into homes; yea,
even as the Cursed do enter these homes, they are welcomed to break
bread at the dinner table! My fellow beings, can ye not see what is
happening to us? Were it up to the Cursed, YOU would be their dinner! I
cringe in fear for the future of our world when such as these are
allowed to roam the land freely, and are even welcomed into the open and
ocassionally loving arms of Mortals!

I am not a prophet, but I come nevertheless bearing a message not of
death and destruction, but a message of hope, enlightenment, and Light.
Though I do fear for our very souls, I know in my own heart we can rise
above this plague. We can right the wrongs that have been allowed to run
rampant. However, rejecting the teachings of Vampirism and its lies are
only one side of this battle. Even as we spurn these teachings in our
hearts, we must come to an understanding of what Vampirism truly is, so
we can defend ourselves with the Armor of our Gods to defend against
this plague.

Corruption runs rampant, it goes unchecked in these ages, and those I
once held in high esteem have left the Light because of their lack of
testimony and conviction. This apostasy from the Light is merely the
faults of a weak mind and an unwilling spirit. Knowledge is the only way
to combat this cancer of the soul, and so I will speak on the subject of
Vampirism briefly. Vampires deceive themselves into believing they
cleanse themself through Darkness, when in reality their imperfections
merely become exposed and further amplified. So say the teachings of the
Lord of Fire, and so it is. Real is the lure of Vampirism, and real it
may seem to those who have become enthralled, but its teachings are
false. Too many times have I spoken with those who have been vampires at
length, those such as Aren, who realize all too late they have forsaken
their soul for a lie.

We must not let ourselves sink into the pit of Corruption as Lady
Chakrasul Herself would have us do. We must rise above the things of
this world, even its undeath and decay, and defend our hearts against
Vampirism in all forms. I have faith in the Mortality of our fair land,
and I know we can all do this. Though the struggle will be constant, we
CAN right the wrongs.

I speak lastly to those of the Cursed Blood, and with it a warning.
Mindless enthrallment of the unknowledgeable and the unknowing must come
to an end. All throughout your own society, you allow others to create
more and more Rogue Houses, and you continue to encourage the further
tainting of your Blood. This must come to an end. I will speak no more
on the matter, but I make a vow here and now, publicl. I vow that I will
not rest until this malignant cancer has been annuled. I will never
cease in my struggle. I will give all my energy, heart, might, mind and
strength to see that this comes to pass. These things I vow in the name
of Lord Rahn Himself, may He give me the strength to complete this task.
I ask you, even beg of you, to hear my words, for I am firm in my
resolve, and I will not falter.

Denizens of Mortal Sapience, tarry not! Join this struggle for the sake
of your children, for the sake of your grandchildren, for the sake of
all those you hold dear. Even as I continue to pray for help from Lord
Rahn and the spirit of Sir Alcor, Gods rest his soul, may you all do the
same.

In love, humility and faith,
Searoth Thetis, Grandmaster of the Monastery

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Variach, in the year 131 MA.