I apologize, first off, as I thought my last post would have been my
previous one. I have hope that this will be the last, though for some
reason I still find myself watching these newsboards.

Firstly, Colt, you may have an inkling of why I did what I did, but you
probably dont know everything. I dont plan to explain myself, as I've
said before. Oh well.

Secondly, I'm going to say this. People keep telling me they are going
to have to do something. I'm going to be perfectly honest here. 99% of
you don't give a damn what was done, all you wish is to have a chance at
killing me. I don't care how you try to feed the lies, whether it be to
the realm or simply to yourselves; a lie is still a lie. I will remain
graced, and when I reject it will be for a select few, once, in order to
lay down and allow them to take my life, in return for them fighting the
fires that I started. It will not be for those who weren't even here for
it, and merely wish to cash in on the genocide. My death will not fix
what I did, I can do nothing to fix it anymore. And so, I will offer
myself to those I saw fighting fires, and I will do this at my own
leisure. The rest of you may, quite frankly, rot, because no longer will
I die simply because others feel like killing me. That is adressed to
Talinon, and others, I'm sure, but he's the only one that comes to mind
right now.

To the Sentinels. Feel betrayed, or however you wish to feel. Now,
perhaps, you will feel what I have felt for many years.

To Helius. I feel as if your care was always a facade, and perhaps it
was. It doesnt matter anymore, because I have no father.

To Inaris. My dear sister, whether you believe me or not, I could never
lift a finger to harm you, and that is all I will say.

To my mother, Landara. I love you dearly, and thank you for caring for
me even after this fiasco.

To my wife, Ryntha, I thank you for standing beside me through anything
and everything, right or wrong.

To all my friends, the same goes to you. Especially to those who, in my
darkest hour, were with me to lay down their lives and protect me. If I
could ever repay you, I would.

And finally, to all those who are only out there to kill me...I despise
you, for taking hold of any vendetta you can get your hands on, simply
as an opportunity to kill.

I'm sorry I posted this, to those who will whine and complain about my
posting. I am hoping this will be the end of it.

Vasilus

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Severin, in the year 154 MA.