Greetings,
I have found that very rarely is there any reason to bring public
attention to one otherwise distracting nuisance, but in this case, I ask
of you to bear with me.
Eumaeus, I don't know if you've been dropped on your head a lot or were
just born stupid, but either way you have managed to do what I have
previously thought impossible. You have truly set yourself against the
world. You are an outcast of Bloodloch, undead and unwelcomed in Enorian
or Ashtan. You have managed to create enemies among those who would have
been allies in undead Houses. You have angered a Divine and His Order
would not mind seeing the back of you. And now, just in case you might
have any friends left, you declare yourself against a family which
boasts four Tekal and a Yeleni in its ranks. Bravery goes only so far,
this is just stupid. I used to care, think maybe there was something
that could be saved in you. Now I know better. You are a waste of skin.
Something has gone terribly wrong with your character makeup, and now
there is nothing but hopelessness and idiocy wrapped up in ineptitude.
In the past I may have sought a diplomatic solution for one like you,
find a place where you could thrive. But now I see that sometimes the
old axioms are the most accurate, you can't polish a turd.
Goodbye, Eumaues. Nobody will aid you. Nobody wishes to associate with
you. You have burned every bridge you have crossed, and you deserve
everything that is coming for you now.

Sir Hazzyq Cardinalis

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Chakros, in the year 187 MA.