To those this will concern:
To this day, I can proudly say I have not succumb to the dangerous
magicks and illusions of grandeur that infect the common demoner. To
this day, the only shame I have ever earned is my own.
Lorekeepers that reside in Stavenn now, what joy it is to truly fall to
the enemy! What was it that made you all decide to turn against your
true purpose? There is no excuse, no amount of tainted eloquence that
should ever allow the phrase 'Stavenn is my home' to ever come out of
your mouths. The Lorekeepers are the knights that protect Kinsarmar,
their citizens, and the city's ideals, never, ever anything more.
Due to this, yes, I can see why there are so few Lorekeepers left.
I've a hatred toward those knights of Kinsarmar that didn't help defend
their home, and those that were ill-prepared to fight against the
invading threat that whistled through the city streets night after
night. With rare exception granted to those that already understand who
they are, every time there was an attack on Kinsarmar's people, I did
not see a single knight run to their people's rescue. When the rocks
flew to those that would stand at the gates, I did not see a single
knight move to collect up the mess. Where was your honor? When did it
become so hard to pick up a couple of blades and strike against your
enemies?
Those that left have been improperly culled, in my opinion. And, of
course, any of the young are forgiven, for it is the responsibility
of the knights to give their squires their orders and understanding
of the concept 'honor'.
To correct any misinformation that may have spread, I left Kinsarmar
because I was disgusted with the constant fighting and inability to
keep myself under proper baring. All work and no play made me snap
at my own. To those that were affected, I'm sorry, it should never
have happened.
Those of Kinsarmar that feel the need to rest, you've earned it, what
little you'll have. Learn to defend your home, so that the next battle
doesn't involved another complete slaughter. Another reason I left is
because I don't feel I'm responsible enough to teach people near twice
my age how to defend themselves, nor do I wish to bend my head and gnaw
at my own tail listening to the political non-sense that surrounds the
daily life of a Kinsarmarian leader and official. I would like to see a
victor from the next war, rather then a tie, due to boredom and
futility. You've all a long, long way to go, as I've a long path to
practice what skills I have, and learn just what I am.
I hate every Stavennite that kept me within Kinsarmar's gate as a child,
every Stavennite ideal that believes perfection can be reached through
bonds with the plague that will eventually destroy all that they hold
dear, and every Stavennite that breaths the same fresh air of the people
they will murder to fuel their own power. I admit my own defeat, and
have respectfully allowed them their victory. I await the day my hand
steadies on my sitara, so the next to lock their gates will be my
enemies.
The last thing I would like to mention is that my mother is missing from
her home in Kinsarmar, as I've not seen her since I left. If anyone
would have information as to where she is, I would appriciate it.
As much as I would enjoy arguing the samantics of why Stavenn has no
right to use Kinsarmar's wares as a bargining chip, my fingers ache from
writing in common. I prefer the kohdon script with an inkwell and one of
my claws.
Brimanir Miruol
Penned by my hand on the 9th of Tenebrae, in the year 465 AD.
