You should have offered a reward. Gold and glory appear to be the key motivators behind most of your Knights. More of them were willing to take part in your latest joust than challenge me according to the rules of honour you profess to share. Only two Knights have stepped forward to challenge me since you and the clique you call a "Council" decided to drag my name through the mud.

Sir Aodfionn was the first to challenge me. Unsurprisingly, he wanted to joust and, to sweeten the challenge, he suggested we bet on it. One million gold sovereigns was the wager. The second challenger was Sir Eril. Disappointingly, he just wanted to fight about it, asking that the winner be allowed to take a head. He really didn't have much to say about the whole situation though. I was hoping for something a little more creative. In both cases I'm sad to see that honour wasn't enough of a motivator for them. They wanted just a little something more.

You, yourself, have shouted a few times about wanting to be a challenge to me without ever actually becoming a challenge. Instead expecting me to come up with some game for you to play. You've made no attempt to convince my Goddess that anything I did in Hashan was dishonourable, but then it can be so hard convincing a Goddess to swallow a lie. You've made no attempt to convince my King that anything I did was dishonourable. While a mortal is far more susceptible to lies, far more easily swayed by public opinion than a Goddess, I don't think you'll have much success swaying her to your side either because my King has done her own investigating around Hahan and she also doesn't see a problem with my actions. She has a few things to say about the state of Hashan however and has no problem seeing through all the lies in the air. All you've managed to do, Aerek, is reinforce the victim complex of a disingenuous batshit whack-a-doo in exchange for a suit of shining white armour.

There was however one person for whom honour was enough. One person that got right to work the second the opportunity presented itself. Archaeon, now a Sir then a Page but since he wasn't knighted yet so his challenge doesn't count. After earning his title and founding the Doomguard however I've had a chance to talk with him and two of his three pages and it sounds like they also don't see the dishonour my actions. Don't worry, you didn't train him wrong. It is only that the Occultist legacy of critical thinking is still alive and well in Ashtan so you can't really blame them for not accepting the very first thing they hear as the truth before running off to do something stupid with the information.

The only thing I'm guilty of is doing my very best to keep a promise to the Darkwalkers that cleared away my enemy status in Hashan, wiped away my fines and walked me through the front gates of Hashan after Imyrr kicked me out of Ashtan. Nothing that brought me to Hashan had anything to do with Pandora or Ashtan. With this information in mind it becomes quite easy to see where the lies about me begin and where they have been coming from. I'm not the one that lied and I'm not the one that trampled all over the laws of Hashan. My only offence was predicting what would happen to the Indrani sex-cult and the best part is that I was right. They had nothing to do with Sin or even sin. The only thing they ever preached was hate. Blind all-consuming hate for anything and everything Ashtani made obvious by their attempt to besmirch the name of Fitz Devi for being the true winner of The Roast.

Now I could list all the reasons why I don't agree with your "Guild", point out that your idea of honour, the code of your "Guild" leaves no room for the philosophy of the Unpersons because you people went and mistook "secular organisation" for "Seleucar organisation" but at the end of the day it isn't my job to clean up the mess you've made by confusing honor and glory. I'm not one of you because my title is a consequence of the choices I've made, not some award to be handed out or snatched away. My title remains. In the future I hope you remember the limits of your authority.

Sir Kinilan Demaxx, Thrice-Knighted, Quarter-Ascended, and overall grander than thee.

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Scarlatan, in the year 928 AF.