Old friend,

As i'm sure the rest of the world has noticed, you've once again
switched sides on the field of battle, now being a Rogue dancer working
with Stavenn to slaughter your former friends in Antioch.

The rest of the world probably doesn't want to hear about this, but I
believe it is needed as to ensure the message of this post gets across.

Throughout the years, you and I have gone after a number of targets,
both good and bad. From our Khandavan days raiding Antioch at our own
discrection, to going to Stavenn together, and then Kinsarmar, we've
gone after whatever we thought was right at the time.

However, midway through the war between Kinsarmar and Stavenn, you
deserted, once again making friends amongst former enemies. Enemies
you'd slaughtered with a ferver like no others. Enemies whom you'd
cursed and cursed over. This continued for a while, until you decided to
come clean once more and join the Justicars. There, you managed to piss
of the GM until she finally tossed you out. With class. Class you
obtained against the will of said GM.

After, you went to the Wardancers, become a Baarite, and eventually
engaged a fellow Baarite. You cursed your Magick heritage and
metamorphed into something completely opposite. I was, while a bit
shocked, still alright with it because we were still on the same side.

Just this last month though, you decide your sick of Antioch's whining
and leave. Not just leave to reside somewhere else to practice your same
beliefs, but leave to join Stavenn..The opposite of Antioch. You then
help raids against the city you were Minister of War of not even an hour
before..

Getting down to the point, i'm asking you publically to realize how
idiotic this is and repent of this senseless path. I don't really want
to kill you ..Again.

From one friend to another,
Anarion Reopev
Erege, Dragoon and Monk

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Fas, in the year 425 AD.