Oh Ye of Gilded Alloy

[akemimera]

War. War from my own experience is nothing but an expression of might, and unmitigated violence. And all to often the costs of such wars are painfully high.

My father and creator, dead, at the hands of Fel forces, a Sovereign laid low not through combat, but through what I can only assume foul magics. What hurts the most is I can't even bury his body, for there was nothing but his letter that made it back. Nor can I look at my remaining family member in the face, and tell him what happened, at least not yet. The best I can do for them is to continue the old mans works, and keep what remains intact. I will miss him greatly.

And then there was Rutnar, that brave old fool. The last I saw of him he was charging after someone. Justice it seemed was to be delivered. It wasn't until later I found out he had also passed. I do not look forward to sharing his fate to his family. It is already hard enough trying to figure out how to explain it to my own. May the Blind Goddess watch over you friend, and hopefully you rest in peace.

As for me, sometimes I wish I had never been granted the emotions I can feel. To have been both blessed and cursed by design, and yet with no defined purpose but my own. How I envy those of Humanity, to not have to live for long with the knowledge they carry. Perhaps in time, I will be able ask Lady Alacritas why. I have failed in upholding my own oaths through my own inability, something that I will need to correct. And someone to inherit Fabbondel's knowledge of the Sentionauts. Someone who understands the purpose of their design.

Father, why did you not allow me to cry.