Now, I answer all of you. All those who corruption has touched. You
claim True Light is the rambling of a crazed woman. I do not feel
insane. I know that I am quite lucid. The True Light cradles me in Its
warm embrace. The True Light is Just, and Compassionate. The True Light
is vicious, and yet Merciful.

To Tekla: I have but one thing to sayI do not wish to sin, therefore
abstaining from sin would make no difference to me. I do not need to
indulge.

To the Order of Justice: I am perplexed as to why you removed me from
your ranks. Is not destroying Evil Just? You say I slip into Vengeance,
but how is killing a murderer Vengeful? I am confused and saddened by
your acceptance of the Illusions which the impure have wove about your
eyes. I only hope to see you become Enlightened, however, I will never
rejoin you, for I feel it is a weakness to fall so easily to persuasion.

I would also like to comment on the Balance between Creation and Chaos.
I do not believe Creation needs Chaos. Skin does not need a rash, bodies
do not need disease. But like all things contagious, Chaos spreads fast
when placed upon the open mind. I only pray that those twisted by it
will be able to regain their innocence.

To Latus: Simply. Scum. You are nothing, just like the City you live in.
Mhaldor is a shadow of a threat that the Infernals of Ashtan used to
pose. Occultists with Necromancy are more threatening than the guilds
you so proudly show off. It is my hope that the seas swallow your
island, and the island upon which you stand upturns, and pins you all in
death. A fitting end to Mhaldor, to die as it began. Beneath rock and
soil.

Chaos is the threat here. One which needs to be dealt with. Let the
allies of the Light rise up and consume the Chaotic. Let the Priests
judge and the Paladins cleave all the Chaotic hold sacred.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Scarlatan, in the year 409 AF.