I would like to enlighten the people of Aetolia on the recent events
concerning myself, the Infernals, and all other men and women that have
been pointlessly murdered in the past years. My honor has been
challenged and my attitude as an Infernal has been reprimanded. I have
been killed over and over again, yet I have never set a finger, much
less been introduced to the people that have slain me (except when I
newby punched Van after he insisted that I fight back).
Like most people, I am not here to publicize a single person or group of
people's faults. I am not here to demand punishment for anyone. After
all that we have been through, I would expect everyone else to realized
the truth. We were all created by one being- Varian. Despite what
excuses you have for killing, such punishment and praise should only be
given by the immortal. The struggle for power and pride has filled this
land with scum- well, misled people. As much as some people would like
to deny it, we are all children. Much like siblings fight, we do. It is
immature and proves nothing but the foolishness and cowardly attitudes
of the people who think that power proves everything.
How long will it take you to realize this? Just step outside your lives
for a moment and look at it through Varian's eyes. You (including
myself) are all immature people who take things too personally. Every
time something doesn't go your way, you take it in to your own hands.
You are acting selfish and you are acting like cowards. You are blinded
by your greed and struggle for fame to realize it.
In our dreams we see the forces of good and evil fighting one another.
Why are they fighting? What are they fighting for? Evil, however, is not
defined to me as what guild you are in. Evil is fighting against Varian
and his beliefs.
Sadly, we see Aetolia becoming overrun by power prone fools that are
willing to do anything for their personal fame, their power, and their
ability to control.
I don't want to be famous, I don't want to be powerful, and I don't want
to control. I want the people of Aetolia to be able to perform simple
tasks like training their novices without the threat of scum killing
them. I demand peace amongst the people who yearn for it. But I will not
fight back, true honor comes to those who die for it. You can challenge
me to a spar, but the ability to attack and defend and buy credits
proves absolutely nothing when it comes to rights


I fret that we are on the verge on a new kind of war. I different kind
of war

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Ios, in the year 72 MA.