Greetings all,

Gods of Aetolia... some of you consider us "just mortals", not even
comparable to "superior beings" as Gods are.
Just look around.
In this single moment, while You, omnipotent, are just here reading this
post, the Mortals of Aetolia experience joy, pain, anger, love; they
die, they learn, they teach, they grow... Freeze this moment. Look.
Can't you see We are a rainbow of souls? Can't you see We gleam of what
you call Mortal life? You can build and destroy... but thanks to the
Celestine, *We* inhabit this world. Aetolia moves with Our pace.

Severn of Artifice... with a grin I thank you. For with a sharp blade,
you opened Our eyes.
You laughed at Lord Lanos' death, and the death of Truth itself... yet,
you apparently didn't look at the world from then. We did.
Look, Severn, and scream, for many Truths still inhabit this land... and
we understood that the many Truths are well kept in Our many souls, can
you take them from Us all, Severn? Can you?
Look, Severn and scream, for Lanos' death is your own death... if Truth
exists without Lanos, then Artifice can exist without you...
I thank you, Severn, for showing Us that even Gods can die. That even
YOU can die.

Sleep well, Severn of Artifice. But beware... for now you know that
everything you made Lanos suffer... one day, could be done to you.

Rest well, Aetolia. Generations will die, generations will come... The
cycle of Life, death, or undeath, gleams of Our being here. Despite the
gods, We are blessed.
For what i wrote, i could not only suffer but die, so... just tell me
bye with a smile, and all will be ok.

With passion for Aetolia, Gods and Mortals,

Magus Brittlemind, Embedder of the Paradox

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Lleian, in the year 90 MA.