Dawnlord,

Better men than you have tried to cow the West and failed. The servants of Evil fear no death. We welcome pain, delight in bloodshed, and thrive in the harshest conditions. We have our mission. With or without you, Creation will evolve. Save your paternalistic barking for your rank and file.

Like the Seven, I hold these truths to be self-evident.

The "storming" of His Ziggurat, His temple that welcomes all to its black doors, was your rejection of a fundamental hospitality. Rather than learn or challenge anything, your soldiers desecrated a public space of education and worship. You knew His servants would not spill blood on hallowed ground. Yet even your old priest Halos doesn't seem to know better, too sunken in the mire of memories of Shallam. Painting a coward gold does not make him a martyr.

You attacked Cyrene for less contempt than you show the Lord Malevolent now. You enjoy the pulpit of the hypocrite.

You had the chance to excoriate and speak out against your predecessor, a Dawnlord seduced away from the Bloodsworn by Darkness. Instead you welcomed her back, this traitor and Darkwalker. You remain a mercenary man, with long practice at justifying himself. How bad can slavers and their associates truly be? What is it about Evil that you hate, when it has already crawled inside you and taken hold?

I am glad you have found your limitless courage and faith now, with your Lady watching. I pray She watches all of it, that She may shine a bright Light on the misery you bring to your door.

There will come a time when your soul and the souls of all men are harvested for His judgement. Now is the time for the desolation of flesh.

In service eternal,

Tyrannus Stheno Aristata

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Lupar, in the year 831 AF.