I so wish I could be a blacksmith to serve the Light. OH, how I wish i could be a hypocritical, zealotous murderer who beats on metal any time I'm not out murdering poor, innocent individuals who disagree with my beliefs or don't heed my attempts at extortion. Oh, how I would love to craft weapons and armor for those who would forcibly impose themselves in locations where they are neither wanted nor needed, that they may better oppress those who disagree with them.

How sad, I must say, that I am an Alchemist serving the Bastion, home of Chaos and Freedom. How sad, still, that I can actually stomach the contradictions, dispositions, actions, inactions, beliefs, and opinions of those who live within my home, as they are far less atrocious to my mindset, and I daresay most others as well, than those of the Dawnspear.


Forever in service to the Bastion,
Ambassador Hiroma Moliuvia


PS: Before one your fanatical lackeys chooses to attempt to publicly insult me in any way, please remind them to actually prepare a rebuttal worthy of response. Any attempt to use the term murder and call it "Righteous" or "Good" is far beyond my willingness to consider long enough to place a response to paper. The proper term for such a thing would be a justified killing. To murder is unjustified, as are most of the deaths you and your ilk cause. Please, when having your cronies put to parchment, I implore you to have them understand the words they attempt to use. If they don't, I suppose I can just have another good laugh at the further idiocy of your ilk.

PPS: I hope this qualifies as "foolishness". I would love to become a mantlepiece, that my head may remind you of Ashtan's continued superiority through history, till now, and into the future. Much love, Silas! I look forward to meeting your next assassin, since brutality is obviously your only way to respond to words.


Penned by my hand on the 9th of Miraman, in the year 642 AF.