With much consideration.

We as mortals have seen the range of emotion that lie within our free will, it is in this we are able to make decisions, sometimes in haste, othertimes in thoughtful consideration. I am not here to speak about honor, purity, the cycle or undeath in finite detail.

As Imperator, I hold a charge to Azvosh Rakar, to maintain the pillars and keep the prisons strong, this has never faltered. Nor will it so long as I persist. However, in witnessing the sins of the Creator against that of His Creation I was brought to considerations.

While we are created to uphold a veritable series of charges by our Gods, these charges are efforts in which we safeguard Sapience from threats. For the angered maddened spirits of Dendara, the fractured planes of Rewh'va, the tumultuous depths of Denan Arloi, the fiery intensity of Rahiela, and the tumultuous rage of the tempest in Kal Kaleru, to the prison of Ohlsana in Czjetija. Azvosh is no different, the Sorcerer Kings would see our world unraveled, as would many threats we yet not know, much as Oblivion did upon First World, should the threat be so dire, would all we work to shape in this world be consumed by His will.

I have questions and I seek answers...as many other mortals and even Gods do I am certain.

Once of the Legion I was, though my departure comes after consideration, not because of Who the Warlord is, but instead of the unwavering will to uphold the Creator's charge. Upon my departure I sent missive to the Warlord to look beyond Their Charge, discover Themselves, for the idealism of Strife and War is wrought in purpose that He bears the power to uphold, and it is my wish to see Him thrive without the sworn fealty to the unknown, absent Creator.

I will not claim to be of morals, my infamy known, my deeds vicious and untameable, my anger vast, and my desire to torment and torture persist. We are still enemies, I will still do as I do, I will still seek to destroy, start wars, bring suffering unto those who I find apathetic.

But we are of this world, and we are in our differences, what makes it thrive.

May we never know peace,

Imperator Nipsy
Thronekeeper of Bones

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 21st of Lleian, in the year 501 MA.