Suckled at the teat of Chaos, our mothers sang us lullabies about the coming Ascension. Every Ashtani knows that Chaos will have its due and that the world as we know it has an expiration date. Order will be cast aside and pure potential will reign. We were born with this anticipation jittering through our veins and electrifying our blood.

If you came to this city late in life, you came knowing fully well what our teachings are. You came agreeing to dedicate your life to the cause of Chaos' Dominion and Ashtani Ascension. You came offering to exchange your life's work for a place in the only After that truly exists.

If you left us, despite all of this, your resolve was weak. Your commitment as watered down as Targossan morality. Your faith in the cause was tainted and unworthy. Know that we do not sit here and pine for your return. Your loss makes way for better and stronger men and women when the Court calls us to rule over Creation. We all stand and move forward, ushering forth that which will be. True fealty to the Chaos Court will be rewarded by rulership over Creation and what will become of your petty mortal differences then?

The opinions and service of those whose loyalties waver so easily are not missed. Nor are they needed. In running away like impulsive children, you have created possibility for those more worthy. A true child of Chaos rejoices, for they know that to rise others must fall. This is the way of the Court of the Infernal Throne. We rejoice in the flux of Chaos that has made you an unwitting pawn.

The Seat of Chaos recognizes your right to regret your choices from outside its walls.


Amanda Winters, Principal of the Esoteric Consortium

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Lupar, in the year 825 AF.