Hail, ensigns, legionnaires, and unsworns. Greetings to my old housemates.

I still hold the Dawnblade dear in my heart. In fact, I still have an argent-hilted Dawnblade with a honed edge, sitting right here next to me. What a prize to have. I remember many years ago, Lady Aurora instructed the house that none shall possess the blade that was not Targossian, under punishment of death. I have not seen this in effect, sadly.

But regardless, the meaning of this post is not to reminisce on the past. It is about the future. Your future. Your growth, and the truth.

The truth of the matter is your house is an incompetent mess. You are lead by feckless idiots, who have for too long leaned on superior numbers, or guards, or both. The result is that, sadly, your growth is stifled. Not a single duelist worth a damn has come out of your house in decades. The house hall is used only to visit Thorge for lessons in whatever class you will attempt to master next. But let's face it, you don't have the resources, tutelage, or mentorship in place to really elevate yourselves above a less effective Cyrenian horde. Half your number can route your forces, as Aranos and Ante flee the battlefield in favour of their own lives, leaving you all to die. I find this despicable.

I come to you with an opportunity. And yet again I find myself speaking on truth and growth.

The truth is, Creation is doomed. Your mission is a non-starter. You fight for nothing, which I know is ironic coming from me. But your fight is fruitless, and will end the same as if you did not fight. Rejoice now in your hopelessness, and embrace Chaos, for truly there is no greater goal in life than to fight for the true and ordained path for Creation. And in this knowledge, you can grow. Cast your shackles, close your eyes to the blinding light and withdraw your souls from the fire. Leave behind your Guardian, who would rather spend more time in his 'book room' than in his house hall. Dismiss yourself from the ranks of the Dawnblade, for you will find nothing there but apathy and mediocrity. Become greater. Turn your back on Targossas, and its crumbling walls filled with ineptitude. Seek the Vanguard, and become more than you ever thought you could be.

And always remember, that when facing the greatest threat to Creation, Lord Babel was the one to grace your Lady of Light with the sword to strike down the Worldreaver.

Let me give you a sword, and become a brother or sister in the Vanguard.


-Jarl Archaeon






Penned by my hand on the 20th of Lupar, in the year 893 AF.