Sapience,

From the Indelible's mind, to mine:
'I am not interested in pursuing blind hatred without reason. I suggest not giving Me one.'

The lines drawn in the sand grow weak, blown asunder by wind and reckoning. The ley creaked and strained, and She returned to us.

And yet the lines so deeply drawn in your minds stay deep entrenched. You cannot see past the cage you've grown accustomed to.

From the Indelible's mind to mine:
"Your Earthen Lord remains My enemy - and I will spare no time for mercy on those who bend their knee to Him and bind their very souls to His gift. Immortality via other means..."

We are driven by purpose--purpose is what pushes us.

Purpose.

What is your purpose?

She is not your enemy, lest you make Her your enemy; to that end, I am offering any Undead who wishes to be freed from this burden, and any living for that matter, the Gift of Vampirism. No questions asked.

Live like a god, and hate like a demon.

Regards,
Lord Tetchta V. Mesis
The Nine-Fingered Tick


Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 17th of Lleian, in the year 501 MA.