Blood on our Hands

You, Lucien, are the bane of darkness.
This pleases you obviously.
What you fail to realize is that darkness is native, and at times needed.
You wish to corrupt the wicked to your own selfish views.
You ruin Travance, and its people with your zeal.
You chastise my allies who seek only to aid their fellow man in what way they know.
You are, and forever will be, my enemy.
No mutual citizenship will change this.

-Orophin

Mr Strong,

Nothing you said makes any sense. I openly and vehemently opposed the creation of this weapon as soon as I learned anyone was planning on creating it or that such a thing was even possible. I immediately began searching for an alternative solution to Balfurous as soon as I became aware that a special weapon would be necessary and I am actively seeking other options. Add your effort to our own or remain silent.

Furthermore, I have publicly extended my hand to Atrus multiple times and offered him safety and my personal protection. All he has done is come to the Monastery claiming to have killed Angels taunting the clergy in an attempt to goad us into conflict.

Dominic Strong, immediately desist in your insults, as you do not know me, and never have I lied to any person in this Barony about my intentions or my beliefs.


Orophin, I'm not sure how to express a yawn in words.

Your cowardice, apparently, does.

-Orophin

All of this has become a fine example of the Travancian Dick Waving contest. You all try to point fingers at one another and shift the blame. You all fracture our home when you argue about who did what, who was truly evil, and who is corrupt. When you all yell about our faults we only seek to weaken ourselves. Don't talk about the past. Don't talk about what people had done before this or the stains in Travance's past. That does not help our current situation. As Swyft has said, we need to stop yelling at each other. We need to work together to stop an enemy of Arawyn. We need to become the heroes of stories that Travance is known for. We need to come together as a barony and ask ourselves "What are we going to do from here? How are we going to stop our enemy? How are we going to save the world?"

The land I belong believes in three simple words: Strength in Unity. Think about that. Reflect on those words. Meditate on that because our enemy is waiting for us when our pants are down, when we are broken and splintered. Prove him wrong.

** The following is written with many ink blots on the page, as if the quill was held suspended above the page for some time in contemplation of the next word (many times) before being put to paper **

I would greatly appreciate it if someone were to explain to me what occurred this past feast in regards to this business with Bloodtide. With excruciating detail, when possible.

If you were not directly involved or did not directly witness the acts, deliberations or orders involved, I would greatly appreciate it if you do not contact me with what you believe to have happened - with few exceptions being seekers of knowledge who have proven themselves to care more about factual accuracy than making judgements. I do not wish to have to sift through half-truths, misunderstandings and conjecture on this matter.

If you can do this, please send me a missive. These public postings devolve too quickly into quibbling and accusation and any meaningful discussion of fact is quickly lost and buried.

A student of the world,
Seeker of the Lost Word,
Illyrin Soral

Lucien, however passionate you may feel regarding this topic, I suggest you stop taking. Now. You are causing more unrest than anything Atrus could even fathom doing. Insulting the people of Travance tarnishes the name of our Church, and everything we have been trying to fix. I strongly suggest you refrain from posting anything but constructive comments on how we can fix things, and keep your insults to yourself.