To the City of the Sands,

Long has Antioch made claims of Purity, and long have these claims been
untrue. What began as stagnancy has turned to degeneration and filth.
How dare you make such lofty claims in public and then, when the world's
eyes are turned away, then you invite magickers, your self-proclaimed
antithesis, into your walls. This is not Purity, this is anathema to the
ways of the Desert City.

Do not make some post to claim I do not understand Antioch. I am
Midbere, and it was my kin who helped to build your city into what it
should have become. But you have failed. You have let that vision slip
away in favor of your own brand of greed and injustice. You would even
declare someone an enemy and threat to your city for honoring the
customs of the Frozen North - the allies you so desperately reach out
for in your time of need.

No longer will I stand idly by and watch you deface the ideals my home
was built on. No longer, Antioch, will you be allowed to make claims of
Purity when the very concept is lost to you.

Just as you have so blindly stumbled in recent history, you will see
that stumbling amplified now, as the Light forsakes you. I am Pure. I am
His Hand. And it is His Hand that calls for the condemnation of you,
your actions, and your ignorance.

Should you wish to seek His forgiveness, find a way to manifest that
desire. Show Him respect and honor Him and His Chosen. Perhaps then, you
may be offered the solace of Light.

Kayden Midbere

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Letum, in the year 506 AD.