Old wolf,

I would have bothered reading your post, but we both know that it is the
same egocentric, self-righteous bullshit that has pulled the wool over
the eyes of the populace to deny them the true vision of the same scared
and lonely man that you accuse me of being.

True, I am not a master of politics; my form was spared the burden of
being bloated and full of the horse shit that enables people such as
yourself to paint such beautiful illusions that betwixt the mind and
sidestep logic and reason. I, unfortunately, was raised to speak through
my actions and accumulate meaningful victories for the greater good
rather than bolstering my own portfolio of look what I did.

I will kill you, we both know that. That is why we're speaking here
isn't it? You will die and promptly go screaming to Ithaqua about how I
am childish, immature and tearing you limb from limb. You will post how
I am an impulsive child, how I betrayed you and how I am unfit to be
called an adult or a leader. You will run the same smear campaigns that
have thrust you forward into the limelight for so long. Aakrin,
Mallackai, Alakshmi, Chasmina, Sietta, Fedith, Phoen, Dregaur, Lidara
and now me. That's quite a long list of people whom you have deemed
unworthy in your eyes. I can honestly attest to the fact that many of
them are children of Wrath you called brother or sister as you used them
for your own purposes, only to cast them down as ignorant, worthless and
self-serving. Of course, none of us stood an ice cube's chance in hell
of competing with your image. Do notice I said your image and not you.
You, sir, are entirely incapable of defending yourself by action or
direct words, you are far more likely to weave fantastic tales, cite
history you scribed yourself, and mire the discussion down in a mud
puddle of half-truths, fiction and verbal maneuvering. How many people
will be deemed unclean before you feel safe in your "deserved" power,
old wolf?

I will concede that you have won. You have left Ithaqua broken and
battered and open for invasion as you chose to drive the tradition of
Ithaqua away from the truth. You, Selthis, and I all know the truth
behind the smoke and mirrors. We know the fact that the village of
Ithaqua was destined to always be an organization free of demons, free
of the taint, and free of political quibbling. We are also aware that
you realized that your failure was imminent, and, rather than behave
like a true Ithaquan, you hightailed it into the frozen north.
Unfortunately your fear of loss led to the untimely death of my friend,
your wife. Did she truly succumb to the elements or did she become a
burden for you in the frozen wastes? Either way, her death is on your
hands, coward. Back to history, the village was in shambles and the
Divine had turned away from us as penance for your arrogance in Their
midst. You however underestimated Selthis, Drokthar, Larkin and I, you
even underestimated the steadfast determination in the villagers that
you used to gain prominence as Wildgraf. United we did what you never
succeeded in doing; we made a village a respectable and formidable
military and political entity.

Realizing that your dream had been realized and accomplished by those
you saw as weak, you made your triumphant return, sans wife, and began
to grasp at the power you thought you deserved, flowery words in your
left hand and the visage of your pristine image in your right. Even
then, you had not the power or clout to contest me in public and let the
populous of Ithaqua decide who they wished to lead them. Instead you
conspired in darkness and broke your own laws to ascend to Wildgraf. I
allowed you to maintain your position, regardless of the fact I had the
support of three Hierophants and could easily have resumed the position.
In my oppressive, impulsive and angst filled tyranny, I did not replace
you nor did I even attempt to move against you. All I did was offer my
opinion and facts to those who saw fit to ask me what had transpired. We
won't even go into the phantasmal crimes I committed in Ithaqua that
warranted my immediate replacement, aside from being the weak link in
the Harker chain of power. In my tyrannic, impulsive and oppressive
nature, I did nothing. Though, in retrospect, my choice to take what
happened lying down was a grievous error on my part, one I can assure
you will not happen again.


I am cursed by my Mistress for my actions. I was cursed by the Wheel
walker for my insults directed at him. I have earned each and every
punishment that I have had the pleasure of withstanding. I am mouthy, I
am arrogant and I am impulsive, though no more than you, old wolf. Was I
a tyrant? Some say yes, some say no. I tend to believe I had my
tyrannical moments. The difference between you and I is that I will
confess to my short fallings and I will take responsibility for my own
actions and weather the storm of my penance. You however will sacrifice
friends, family and wives to avoid a single ding or dent into that
pristine self-portrait.

I do however notice, while I suffer the burden of my hubris, your pride
and sense of purpose seems to swell knowing you will not have to be
glancing at shadows or deal with my blade upon your throat. As usual,
you make a hostile move with the deck stacked and will quickly withdraw
to diplomacy and words when the situation has is no longer static. Do
please continue to wage your little smear campaign, here, there,
anywhere. You of all people know I judge my success by the sentiments of
those I hold dear to me, as you were once my friend and brother. You are
my brother no longer, I bear too many of your scars upon my back to ever
refer to you as more than a traitorous dog. I hold the runt Mookie in
higher esteem than I shall ever hold you again.

Kabal Brynja

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Bellum, in the year 474 AD.