I must admit, I am quite shocked at your response. Not because it struck
a chord, but because it fell short of my expectations. For a brief
second, I almost believed the faade of intellect and sophistication.
Sadly, you are merely the thug I thought you to be, a poorly educated
thug at that.

Upset with my leadership? More like four children upset they had to act
like grown ups to play leader. However, I do not find myself dwelling
upon the past, nor do I miss my supposed power. I accomplished what the
Maiden asked me too. I both salute and respect Sparda for his continued
efforts to bring respect and prestige back to the Empire of Stavenn.
That chapter of my life has ended and he seems to be upon the same path
I was shown during my term as Imperator. Was it a grand master plan? I
wish. When I embarked upon my political career within the Empire, I knew
that my controversial stance and methods would not go over well and that
in the end I would not reign long. I did not expect to be ostracized and
betrayed, but life is made of the unexpected twists fate and the Gods
throw in our direction. If you were seeking to use my spiritual victory
as an insult, you have only served to bolster my spirits and ego with
remembrance of past glory and I must thank you for that.

I believe that you have been hanging around the cultists of the Ithaqua
to long little fleissak, their ailment seems to have impaired both your
logic and your memory. Or possibly, it could be a delusion brought on by
successive failures? The failure of the Saboteurs followed by the
pathetic stint as an Idrasi would be enough to daze even the most
mentally strong. If we dig further, the random and unexplained jump from
the fear and hatred of magick and all its forms to grasping it tightly
and calling it your raw power of the Wytchen could be at the root of
your sickness. This is what we have been saying for years, the radical
forces behind the magicks warp the mortal frame, and its why we turn our
backs on it. The last theory is of course, one of those unclean saboteur
women, our indiscretions have a habit of catching up to us, eh? Maybe it
is time for you to settle down or take a vacation. Hell, go see a
medicine man, a cleric or an arboreal and try and battle the onset of
the disease before it finishes off the rest of your mind. I hear the
final stages of the indiscretion results in parts falling off and
complete lack of motor control, very sad, should get it looked at.

A word on the Wytchen, I was involved in reviving their pride and
bringing back knowledge of the power. You are no Wytch, you are merely a
charlatan masquerading as a wytch to quell your bloodthirst for a time.
I do in fact pity you Asyrin, a repeated failure lost in an emotional
wasteland that no amount of attention or copulation will soothe. What
change is next, mage?

It is about time you return to your hole anyways; the days when thugs
were able to change the face of the world has passed. Its time to use
the brains Moradeim blessed our people with for something other than
shock absorption.

K. Vega

P.S. Stop trying to impale Keir, he is in the Ithaqua. When youre in the
Chamber of the Wytchdoktor begging for class, aim at the Wytchdoktor.


Penned by my hand on the 11th of Bellum, in the year 439 AD.