Well. Here we are again.

Threats and arrows fly heavily, as they have three times before in the
history of the midnight age. And what has it always led us to? War.
Always war. And in war, no one is innocent. The problem with this latest
conflict is that it began, as so many things do, over a few people who
were determined to show they were superior through bloodlust, and by
accident or on purpose, let it spill over into what amounts to an
officially sanctioned bloodbath.

Most would say that this is inevitable. Because the "light" and "dark"
guilds are ideologically opposed on the grounds of "good" and "evil". I
say that's horse manure. Those who know me know well that I do not
believe in the concepts of "good" and "evil", at least not as they are
perpetrated by mortals, and lately have had my doubts about "good" and
"evil" Gods as well. Yet for all my talk of subjective morality, I am
disturbed. If one traces the history of sapience, all the way back to
year 35 of the midnight age, one finds nothing but the guilds of "light"
persecuting and mercilessly hunting the guilds of "dark" for no reason
other than the fact that they do not believe as the "light" does. In
fact, one is hard pressed to find much provocation from the "dark" side
of things at all. And in every case, the "dark" takes its licks, nurses
its wounds, and bides its time. And when they finally lash out, striking
dead the very heart of the oppressor, the "light" cries "murderers! Foul
beasts!" and use this as justification to declare war on the very
"monsters" they have created.

I will say this once. Bloodloch has won all three great wars of the
realms. We have the integrity to keep our power in check, (unlike many
individuals and organizations I can think of), but once this sleeping
beast is awakened, it will not rest until the blood of it's enemies is
warming it's belly.

To Daskalos. You speak as if the infernals actually care for your pitful
attempts at insult and cries for attention. You are a paper tiger, and
you are hated everywhere. The Infernals neither want nor need your
"respect", you filthy bastard. We would be much less respected if we had
it. Have you ever considered that infernals refused to duel you because
that would actually be acknowledging you as an intelligent being
deserving of respect instead of a worthless fly buzzing desperately in
the ear of all who turn your way? Keep your duels and your respect,
vermin, and save it for someone who you mistakenly thought gave a damn.
We'll kill you the way we kill any mindless beast that has stepped out
of its place in the food chain. In cold blood.

In Honour and Strength,
Sir Fortenrus Kal'Adun

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Midsummer, in the year 145 MA.