Hail.

You're still awfully full of yourself, aren't you?

Iriaen, Sparda, the rest of you lot; good show for finally doing
something somewhat intelligent. It is a well known fact that Kabal was a
decent leader, but as all Stavennite leaders, he was doomed to
extinction of power.

I long to see a day where your state brings to power a peaceful and just
leader, one who's life isn't based around the false mockery of an
'empire.' Your city is built around a military society. I can accept
that, however, would it not be best to use that strength in a manner
that is beneficial to all the people of Aetherius? I still hear the
rumblings of the hordes in preparation to lay waste to ours lands. Train
yourselves to work in unity with the othr nations to combat our mutual
foes.

Renounce the evils of demons, dark magicks, and slavery. Join hands with
your fellow sentients, and help us to garner a new age of peace and
prosperity. Renounce your claims on the people of the southern village
of Anhir, and help us to rebuild the northern dwarves' homes and stores.
Let us all work together to create a functioning society of good will
and fortune for all of our lands.

It is only a matter of self control... we are all granted the free will
to carve our own destinies out of the maleable stone that makes up our
lives. Let your stone be bright and beautiful. Help us all to make a
difference... we can all be allies, friends, and partners, if only your
goals were to uswe the great skills you do have for something
constructive, ather than destructive.

Give it some thought. I am willing to speak to the lot of you in the
name of peace, prosperity, and the calling of goodwill for all the
lands. With the ascension of a new power to the Imperatorial throne,
there can be again a chance to oil the wheels of the stuck carriage that
is your culture of madness and heinous acts. Take my hand, and embrace
me as your brother. I will see to it that you are led down the right
path of life, peace, friendship, and all that is right in the world.

Neko Savann

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Solis, in the year 433 AD.