The guild I once knew has diminished to nothing more than a nuisance to
most and a thorn in my own mind. For over fifty years I have watched the
Infernals grow soft, slowly losing their place amongst the respected of
the Sapience. I have witnessed taunts and accusations cast between
people of our own guild. We are self destructive, and I refuse to be a
part of a guild whose own worst enemy has become those within its own
walls. I sat quietly for fifty long years, my stomach turning inward
creating knots that have become callus. I waited patiently for change,
but the promise of change was never delivered.

I do not stand alone in the matter, others will follow as they bear
witness to my own example. Many Infernals have departed from our guild
in the past, but a revolutionary movement is in the process, my friends.
Our guild is splintering and is beyond repair. I am sure that I have
already been accused of being weak for my actions. In fact, I have
already received word from my own ex-guildmates that I am weak for not
dealing with the problems entrenched in that forsaken guild. It is only
a matter of time before the true fragility of the Infernals is exposed,
the truth that the world has acknowledged but the Inferals choose to
remain blind to for many years. A new age is approaching for the "dark"
knights of these lands.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Arios, in the year 157 MA.