I pen these words to you, Aegoth Aristata, to your Tyrannus, and to the Lord of the Crossing Crixos Nithilar.

While the spirit of this writing is combative, I offer my congratulations to Crixos on his success and my humble respects to Mhaldor in its entirety, for the efforts put forth during the competition. As I was not competing in any real capacity, I had the good fortune to bear witness to astonishing feats from nearly all competitors.

That being said, I found a disturbing suggestion in your writing, and in the posts preceding yours - the idea that Mhaldor stands.

Pray forgive my ignorance, as the bulk of my knowledge of the world outside my own stems from library reading and searching through newsposts much like the flurry of recent activity, but as I understand it Mhaldor serves as zealous servants to the Lord of Evil.

As servants you are slaves, as I understand it. As slaves, your station is anchored - chained to stay kneeling in your service to your Master.

That is where I find fault with your reasoning. You push to find advancement in a world where your limits are of your own design - worse, designed for you!

For the next fifty years you will exercise your martial strengths to be sure, emboldened through those great efforts previously mentioned. As is your Mandate.

By the end of the next century, you will know the differences between standing, kneeling, and groveling.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Daedalan, in the year 853 AF.