Dark tidings,

I shall keep this speech as short and sweet as possible though I speak
with bitter words.

Since Your arrival, I have actively worked against You. I do not do this
to lessen Your appearance as a Divine or as Someone that wields a great
larger power than I. I do this because it is my understanding from
current writings of Your realm that You have a great prejudice against
my race and that of my home. Now, before it comes to pass that Your
newest form of entertainment is that of giving me Your disfavour every
other month, I would like to atleast speak my mind before I am no longer
to use my voice as favourably as I'd like, as I can no longer shout
effectively.

Know this, Lady Terentia and all who have chosen to follow You. I shall
-never- cease. If I get damned to the far corner of Celestia to be
surrounded by cherubs and chants to Nil knows what, I will always fight
against You and Your discrimination and prejudice. The Viscanti will not
be shepherded like mere sheep into a pasture. I shall do all that I can
to make sure that the Taint, which You so eloquently referred to as a
"crutch" in the writings of Your realm, will be used as a truncheon to
beat the knowledge of what true strength is. True strength of body and
mind comes from adaptation and fighting through change. That is what we
Viscanti have done. Our forefathers were ever changed as were their
children. We have overcome our changes and used them to strengthen
ourselves. This is the true power. This is why Magnagora is the Engine
of Transformation. This, m'Lady, is why we, the Viscanti of Lusternia,
have more right than -any- to claim a sense of purpose and power. We
have conquerered more adversity that any other race in the realm can
imagine and that is what angers me so about You and Your realm. You see
us for what forefathers were. Open Your eyes and be enlightened.

Count Brona Feyranti, Heresiarch of the Midnight Legions - Voice of the
Forbidden Flame

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Kiani, in the year 105 CE.