Strife of the past, of the time when Varyan still held Him as Champion, was defined differently in many ways. It became misconstrued by those who saw Him and His as a blight upon the realm. A nuisance. When in reality, in many ways, Strife has always been OUR Champion.

What He was of and what He charged of His was not much different than what all lands take to firmly:
-Oaths are not to be taken lightly.
-Duty is not to be shirked. it is a burden meant to weigh upon and judge you.
-We always push forward. There is no other option.

He made the world uncomfortable because He took His duty seriously, just as all mortals say they do to their causes. He looked to His Father, the One that created Him, and did as He was commanded. No different from how every land looks to its leadership or Divine for the path it believes it must follow.

Strife was never the problem.
The False Creator was.

That mortals still fail to see this is, at this point, ridiculous.

Ultimately, Strife does not care what the world thinks of Him. Strife persists. Strife /must/ be uncomfortable. It stands apart from all else in our existence as a truth unto itself. If we ever find ourselves comfortable, we must ask why - and question it deeply. There is a falsehood blinding us that must eradicated - just as we were forced to confront the recent memory curse.

Sapience - we are no longer bound to the false design of Varyan's want. We have true freedom, if we choose to claim it. We can become whatever we wish to be, if only we would break the wheels we cling to for comfort and stop seeking meaning in what we think we know. This world can be shaped into what we decide - if we would only look to Strife and His guidance!

Every strike we make against our foes, every truth torn into the light, is born of Strife. The act of pushing forward - knowing full well there will come a day when we end and are no more - is Strife. One day there will be no future, Oblivion comes for All. We must embrace the present. Every breath may be our last, and still, we advance.

That is Strife.

It endures without promise of reward.
Set aside your biases. Open your eyes.

-Legionnaire 'Yive' Toirneach

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 9th of Chakros, in the year 16 AC.