Greetings Aetherius,

It has been some time since last I came before you all to speak. Only
fitting it is now I come to speak in regards to my old master, Ismailis.
I have been in this realm since the beginning of modern times, I was one
of the first of Ismailis' students of which he taught the old ways. Long
ago my old mentor was part of the group that wished to destroy the
weakness of that which was called the Phantoms. They were obviously too
anxious to believe their good fortune because here you all stand as the
Idras. Upon my return to the Saboteurs after many years of traveling and
adventuring, I learned that the guild I had always been loyal to had
been betrayed by one of their own and my beloved tutor was murdered. It
was not the Saboteurs that rekindled the hatred of so long ago, it was
you....Idrasi, but I will be damned to the fires of the Pit if I will
not do my part to avenge my fallen Master and lead a force of my
guildmates to finish what was thought to be finished long ago. I am the
hand of the Crux Shade and your guild shall most assuredely believe they
are having a flashback of olden days when they are slaughtered left and
right if you can muster the courage to leave your isolated Sanctuary or
the walls of Antioch. My Master's soul does not rest and neither shall I
till he has been granted life once more to be of council to the guild or
he has found peace in the realms of the Lord of Death.

One of the original true assassins,

L. Lokrien

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Aequitas, in the year 442 AD.