Chaos has indeed come to the land and indeed it makes many steps. I will not deny you your ruin, though I will counter that these things are temporary. If you see Chaos as a force of potential and change as your city once taught, then would it not make sense that Chaos will beget said change and undo that which you have been so bent on destroying? Such it is that Ashtan's goal seems to be aimless destruction and not that which it claims. Such actions are fruitless, even the power you ardently follow will eventually undo this Eldritch Empire of yours.

You speak of disregarding limits, I assume that you are speaking of the Chaos Lords and their plane. An interesting place, but not really the top holiday destination. The promised greatness can be seen in the Occultists, though frankly, they seem to have only been capable of warmongering in recent years. Is this true greatness, true power? To do nothing but be a blight upon the land? Perhaps it is something, perhaps it is not. By your own beliefs, it should be somewhat irrelevant, given your constant "the end is inevitable" prattle that your friends continue to spout. One thing is for sure, the Chaos Lords are not Gods and those that know of their origins will know that they aren't to be trusted and neither are they capable of anything beyond the power of a Deity. If you truly seek power and you must be a puppet, you may as well seek the superior being to serve.

I am somewhat convinced that every word one of your ilk speaks and every step that one takes further strengthens the resolve of those that stand against you. Your talk of disarray is worthless when the entire land wishes to see your families burn. If you indeed must take steps, know that you'll be walking a road paved with thorns and endless. Your feet will be torn away long before you ever reach your destination. To say that the deluded fight back and the fearless rejoice is a trite and erroneous observation. Those who fight against the odds are the fearless ones and only the few that heed your words are deluded.

Your ambition to create is overshadowed by your inability to do so when all you have done is destroy. You claim your goals are your own and yet you sell your souls to the creatures that reside within the Chaos Plane in favour of whatever power they might give you. Your means are unrestrained by the will of others? Join the club, same as everyone else that believes strongly in something, you didn't invent it, merely followed the tide that the world has been following long before you ever drew breath. You claim dedication to yourselves and yet you're content to be a lackey of both Divine and daemon spawn.

The hand of your Empire offers no freedom. When you are forced into an Ashtani house and prohibited from joining those who aren't affiliated with your city, you are not free. When you sit under the thumb of a divine, you are not free. When your government has control of your actions, you are not free. When there are laws, you are not free. Her eldritch hand is tainted, and her other is well hidden, holding only a rope to bind those foolish enough to fall for your ploy.

I implore those of you who feel so inclined to head to Ashtan and may you get all that you deserve during your stay, but know that an Empire of Ruin will itself fall to ruin eventually. Seleucar wasn't felled in a day, but it sure isn't here now.

Elyon Wineapple

Supreme Pontiff of the Outer Bun, king of Sapience, the eternal thorn in your side.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Daedalan, in the year 922 AF.