Artiste Taelle, worshipper of Lord Scarlatti,


After reading and rereading all of the posts from this past month, the only major mistake I can find is that Curator Aegoth Aristata failed to display proper respect for a Divine, for which he was punished and then he corrected. Do we need to quote your words to examine their meaning better and avoid the accusation of plagiarism? Here, allow me to offer some insight to Evil and our path as we strive towards perfection as He demands:

"... validate your delicate self-image of superiority."
~ It is not delicate; as the Curator stated before, Mhaldorians earn their right to be superior - through blood, sweat and sheer feats of Strength, as is demanded by our Lord.

"You call yourself a king because you know that you can only ever pretend to be greater than anyone else, and you cling to your belief with such ferocity it's a wonder your fingers don't bleed."
~ Yes, his fingers do bleed - well, on one hand anyway, the other is merely a stub. This blood is shed for our God. Also, who are you to be declaiming his right to the title of King? Did someone die and make you the Kingmaker? I believe that Curator Aegoth is well within his right to claim such a crown.

Oh! And this, allow me to correct this for you, too: "When you are wounded, your blood will spill upon barren rock and nourish nothing. When you die, your meat will be wasted upon the starving because you have no substance."
~ This is wrong. When we die, we throw our bodies at the feet of the Master. We slake His thirst with our blood and fulfil His hunger with the flesh from our bones. Nothing is wasted when the Master finds us worthy.

In short, friendly artiste, not only do you need to keep a thesaurus and dictionary nearby to read his posts, but you need to double-check your word usage before accusing someone of something as strong as plagiarism. Do not worry; I am quite happy to proofread any subsequent posts if you need a secretary! I will only charge the low-low fee of one adventurer corpse (preferably yours) offered to my Master.


In HIS service,

Zorina Aristata
Warden of the Red Isle
Procurer of Influence
Helpful Secretary to Heathens


PS; Oh, and Ulvin, I admit I know little of your Patron and His realm. But would you not jump to fix the situation if your God declared something heresy and demanded action from His followers?


Penned by my hand on the 20th of Miraman, in the year 959 AF.