Ebonblood

[ail]

"I hate you."

"Luke Hartz and Ryoma Valkrin have been thrown into the pit of Wyverns. The former attempted to thwart the sacrifice of heretics. They marched into our temple, drew their blade, and sought to defend those who conspired with Mirelings. Damning us for giving unto them an honorable death, death by dragon, as opposed to being struck down as no more than fodder on a battlefield.

The latter, whom chose to encroach upon our lands and insult the Ebon Goddess directly. When it was demanded that he leave, it was made clear that his is insanity knew no bounds, claiming he death was nothing to be feared for it meant freedom from his wife...(?)  A one on one duel was requested by an Acolyte, one Haschel Carnell. Ryoma lost. An Ookami known to work with Taiyo and the Nyx-Rhoynish sought to intervene. Ryoma died.

I make this known not to justify our actions, but to make a simple claim.

I hate most of you.

We worship and revere our Goddess, hunt the cretins that plague these lands, and unlike the scum that have inhabited these mountains for decades we refuse to hold hands with Helspawn. Refuse to negotiate with Vampires and those who support them. Refuse to break bread with Dragon-slayers, and refuse to conspire with the undead. We are vilified. This goes far beyond being misunderstood.

Would Osrona show mercy to one who draws a blade at their executioners? Would the people of Vanir smile and sing-a-long with one who hindered sacrifice to their gods? Would the Rhoynish look the other way should a duel of honor be contested by an outsider?

Does it matter?

You sought to fill the Coat with undead, refused to walk on the embers, and offered common shrubs to a God.

I hate you.

You refused a duel of honor, attempted to create divide between those truly devout to the dragons, and those who didn't know the first thing about Garjling's desires.

I hate you.

The moment Pauper explodes, the moment Asphodel crumbles, most of your blades turn towards us.

I hate you.

You claim the stars guide you, while sharing a bed with Fenrir's pawn?

I hate you.

You withdraw your alliance the moment your slavers return to their imperialistic roots?

I hate you.

You arrive at our temple, aiming to strike us down, defending the very scum that's slaughtered you for ages?

I hate you.

Every demon, every vampire, every immortal, Osrona, and every heretic are now deemed enemies of the Ebonblooded.

I hate all of you."

Sincerely, Lianne Naysien.