Greetings, citizens of the Basin.

Many of you know me, or of me. Some of you call me Erion the Faeslayer,
some mock me and call me Ladantine. "The Road to Nil is paved in good
intentions," it was once said on the Celestine GT. I have always been
willing to die for the Light. I have killed for the Light. Friend and
foe has fallen before me, and I have fallen before them. All for the
Light.

I was once a Celestine. They are, for those of you who don't know, a
guardian archetype, protectors or Celestia. They are gifted with
angellic companions to assist them in their cause. I defended Celestia
among the rest, or alone. I've died a hundred times, and will a hundred
times more. I lead a party that slew Fae, in the name of the Light.
Eleven knights, a hawker, and a little girl. The girl was corrupted,
slowly, upon her rebirth. And a Magnagoran healed her.

I was used as the city's scapegoat. I was citydisfavoured,
guilddisfavoured, mocked and taunted. I do not think it needs to be
pointed out two of the three current Star Council members were there,
the Prince himself gave the order to act on what little we knew. Neither
here nor there.

I stood strong, and continued battling for the Light. I, scorned and
mocked by Celest, continued to fight for it. Unable to proselytize, due
to losing my cityrank 2, I still chanted laetitia, healing ego, and
defending those influencing.

Then, one day, I returned to the realm, and was delt a crippling blow. I
had been outguilded from the Celestines. Why? For doing the Light's
will, and allegedly leading Fae to Raziela. Raziela, the Supernal. The
Supernal of Love. "Brainwashing," as Shiro calls it. Even when it was
proven not only false but impossible for me to do, I was not allowed to
be reguilded. Why? Because I am too much of a zealot. I said I would
kill, maim, slay, and do anything for the Light. If the Light prospered,
I'd do it.

Still, I remained in Celest, learning from citymates when I needed to
learn. And, then, things began to clear. Zhaine and Persephonia, first.
Then others, slowly. Finally, though, the vile bastards that have ruined
Celest made the most unthinkable of moves.

Allow me to clear something up for all of you. I am a follower of
Lacostian. He is not a Divine of the Light, nor a Divine of Darkness,
nor even a Divine of the Forest, or Seas, or of the Mountains. Our Lord
is the Divine of Wisdom. He is nuetral. We, in His order, are the Pearls
of Wisdom. We do not classify by Light or Taint. We do not classify by
Civilized and Uncivilized. We are, in effect, a family. I love Bricriu,
and Revan. And Charun, and Amarantha. They are as siblings to me.
Elaeni, as well. She plays the role of the big sister, who takes charge
when Father is not there. I love this Order more than anything.

The Coup de grace was this. Elaria had the audacity to get on Celest's
citytalk, and downtalk both the City Patron and, to many of us, Our
Lord. She dared to question Him, His Order, His ability to think, and
His judgement. She questioned His choice in His orderhead. She and Shiro
continued this, which forced several Lacostianites to leave right then.
I, however, did not. I hunted the filthy, vile bitch down. With the help
of Zhaine and Gol, we tracked her through the Skarch, and they pinned
her, while I killed her. I reveled in the pleasure as my fires burned
her flesh. I reveled in the stench of his burning skin and hair, of the
scent of her wings being burned to cinders. Then, when all was done, I
spread the golden wings gifted by Celestia, surrounded by a halo of
Light, and flew towards Avechna's Peak. My wings, on that flight, grew
red feather, stained with the blood of innocents. My halo of light is no
longer pure and golden; but a mockery of what it once was, gold with
rays of deep blues and blacks. Her corpse was offered to Our Lord, and
her essence became His. A small, pithy recompence. But there will be
amends to make.

I would like to take this very precise moment Celest, for allowing me to
use it's news room. At least, the lack of statues and guards SUGGESTED
that was your intent. Why else?

Our Lord has left Celest. Why? The same reason many of His followers
have. It is vile, rotten, and disgusting. If Celest is the mortal
representation of the Light... Then Methrenton, Elohora. I am sorry I
ever followed you. I truly hope you are Tainted. I hope Kethuru Himself
breaks free, just long enough to tear your soul from your flesh. I pity
Gorgulu. I loathe you. Light, you have given me so little, for what I
have given. And you still wish to take more.

Elaria, Shiro, Rauros, Aris. It is blind fools like you that have ruined
Celest. How many more citizens must leave, oh City of the Light, before
you realize this? How many more Divine patrons? Remember, you only have
one. And not much more.

Aris seems quite amused with what I wish upon him. So, Basin, I will
tell you what I'd like to see happen to him. I want to see his corpse
brought to Nil, his soul corrupted, his body turned into one of the
Undead. And, then, I'd like to see him raped by a hundred demons for
three times as many years. Again, and again. Until his soul begs for
mercy. For forgiveness, for compassion. And then, Aris, maybe you will
understand. But I doubt it.

Archsire Erion

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Roarkian, in the year 103 CE.