Greetings,
I'm done.
I sit back and watch what all has transpired, I find myself wondering
what are we all doing? So many rules have been broken over this
conflict, I wonder why we even have them. There is no honor, no
civility, and no way to war. What has this become? Just a back and forth
game of who can kill who.
We team you, you team us, and in the end, you know what will happen?
Nothing. There is no means to wage war. Ashtan cannot be conquered now.
Every city in the world has been drawn into a conflict that has no
resolution. You cannot change our minds, we cannot change yours. Do I
expect to coexist with my enemies? Of course not. Do I think the law
banning me from Ashtan was ridiculous? No, but unnecessary. It's not as
if I'd spent any time there since defending it years ago. Most of those
you 'banned' don't want your city to begin with.
Half of the people involved couldn't care less about the real issues
that have transpired. It's just a chance to lash out against their
enemies. Enjoy, but from this point on count me out. I played by the
rules of honor, but I can't enforce that on anyone else, from either
side. I am not pointing fingers, I am stating a fact.
I do not seek reprieve for my actions, they were mine and I am aware of
the consequences. Enorian, keep in mind that unless you were there, you
have no rights on me. Exceptions are, of course, those who I have fought
against during this conflict, you look to your life and I'll look to
mine. Ashtan, your people may do what they will, I don't really care.
My allies of Bloodloch, I will always serve, that was my oath. I will
defend those who wish defense, fight against common enemies on neutral
ground. But this conflict I leave to the northern cities. It's their
fight, let them have it. We don't belong there any more than Enorian
does. There will be a time when the armies of Enorian and Bloodloch will
clash, that much is inevitable, but for once I do not believe we should
be center stage. Let Ashtan and Spinesreach sort out their own mess...
it has become painfully obvious that as long as we keep enabling them,
they will always look to us to solve their problems.

In Strength, Honor, and Darkness,
Sir Hazzyq Cardinalis

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Khepary, in the year 190 MA.