Butthurt

SHALLAM NEWS #11690
Date: 4/24/2012 at 4:17
From: Eschilde Longshanks
To  : Everyone
Subj: Farewell

To the Citizens of the Jewel:

The time has come for me to leave the city. The sixty-some years I have
spent in the city have been full of memories, some pleasant.. a great
deal not.

The number of grudges I carry away with me are not small: I recall that
the Eileithyians loosed a goblin army in the city sewers to steal the
Sword of Angels. I remember Twilight's kidnapping of Lady Miramar, and
the wrongs the Order of Justice did in an attempt to save Her. I saw
with my own eyes the High Priestess of Justice driven to madness and
suicide, ending with her leaping off the highest point of our Temple to
impale herself on the Sword of Justice. I brood over the numerous

kidnappings by the Babelites, one my own, and the last one resulting in
the horrible torture and defection of Sothantos. And the result of so
many missteps: sealed away by Dunamis to be hidden and protected, the
Marvinogian, released by the Cult of Babel and one who was once
Archprelate of the Church.

Yet in this time, has Justice been dealt to these Gods and the
miscreants who follow Them? Yes, we try--but what is the loss of essence
to a God who wishes for Oblivion? What are shrines to a God with loyal
followers? What is death to an adventurer blessed by Maya?

The Celestians once tried to burn the Darkenwood with the help of
Shallam. The forest stands today, shrinking from the Light, trying to
hide from the sun, and the arachnoi and the shades and the Darkwalker
temple infest that place still.

In the Mhojave, there stands an altar to Justice that is the sole
concrete victory Good has had in the last sixty-some years--the altar
that stands as the sole reminder of Twilight's Obelisk that once
inhabited the spot, struck down some twenty years after the wrongs done
to the Order of Justice.

That is the lot of the Shallamese--to fight the endless fight, to fight
for the cause of Good. Some of these soldiers tire of the constant call
to arms, of repeated loss, of so many defeats and failures, as I have.

And beyond that, there are my own personal failings, but those are
irrelevant to this post for the city, save for this: I have put forth my
soul, and failed; I have lost faith, and I cannot go on.

I will retire to the village of Eleusis, where awaits a lesser but more
tangible fight. To those who remain: I am sorry, and I hope your faith
is stronger than mine.


Best wishes and Hermes' blessing to those who remain,

Eschilde Moliuvia-Longshanks-Tasath-Xanatov
Once Knight of the Templars,
Once Priest of the Assembly,
Former Minister of Development