Greetings, I hope whomever is reading this intends to be bored out of
their minds.

Let me write this line disclaiming and representation I may be falsely
accused of being. I speak for myself of my own volition, with my own
gold. I do not speak for the cities of Enorian or Ashtan nor the guilds
lie therein.

To Troeb, you sad little person you, Corruption exists in all things, it
is a sad but true fact. You should know so better than any if you live
by it, however, the claims for which you wish to persecute the city of
Enorian under is misguided. Enorian, in all this confusion, has never
betrayed their initial message (promise, vow, ideals, whatever). That is
to say the Beacon of Light will destroy undead and those allied with
undead. Do you really think that means they're going to pray for them to
go away? No, it means they intend to slaughter them by the thousands if
need-be.

About your point "Truth" I will remind you that "Truth" does not live in
this realm no longer. There are banners of "Truth" flown by members of
Lady Chakrasul's order, long has She slept, but this overall means
little to what is actually perceived as truth. Your "Truth" is merely a
desire, no a wish, to justify your existence to yourself and others like
you. Noble in your efforts, your truth may be heard and believed by few,
however your truth is nothing but a dream (poor choice of words,
considering the whole undead can't dream. Irony? perhaps...).

When a family member dies, they are mourned. When that corpse
reanimates, what was once a family member - may it be father, mother,
sister, daughter, son, whatever - is no longer. Why? They have the same
memory, physical traits (somewhat), speech, mannerisms, but why are they
not the family we loved and protected? It is heart. Their heart has been
passed on already. This form they occupy is nothing but an empty shell,
as mentioned by Lady Omei, void of emotion, of inspiration.

To your, "You can not kill us," that is right, we merely slaughter you
to the earth and hope you stay there. Why, then, do you mention in
sentences prior that we "kill" you? Surely, killing is reserved for the
ones who can be killed.

As for shelter, you're wrong. I've been homeless for years.

Many of you worship a god and exist purely on the whim of one Underking.
Do not forget you are merely His faithful (sheep) as well.

You may not win or lose a fight which has no end in sight, in a struggle
the only results are territorial. Eventually, we will figure a way to
make it so undead simply do not return or perhaps we'll just
incapacitate the lot of you to spend your eternity conscious a stump in
someone's garden. I'm just speculating and rambling here.

The divine can die, yes. All originate from One. All exist by His will
and thus can return to Him is desired. It is no chance that gods have
fallen, but the ultimate will and effort of the All.

Finally, enjoy your eternity. I know when I finally die for good, I
won't really care about this fight because I'll be onto a nice and happy
place where you can never go. Take the earth below our feet, where I
intend to rest permanently one day, enjoy it in all its splendor until
your are bored to eating it. Enjoy your supremacy, so you call it. Then
again, I may see your end in my life-time.

If I have to choose an eternity of sorrow, loneliness, cold, and nothing
over a peaceful death and an eternity in my chosen divine's realm or
once again united with the All, sure, I'd pick the latter some years
(many years) down the line.

When you think the great battle is sooner than farer, let me know. I'll
be looking forward to some more fun.

I didn't prove as many points as I wanted, but ultimately your ideals
are most likely not shared by your peers. Its pathetic, all of Enorian,
Ashtan (mostly all) share the same common hatred for you unwanted
adorations. If you think your entire side thinks so, ask all those
living Syssin, Magi, and Infernal knights. Cabalists, Atabahi, and
Indorani who refuse to embrace the "gift".

Hope this entertains enough of you to be worth the gold spent.

Adult of the (Non-Despair), Brother Artimus Kailani

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Arios, in the year 217 MA.