Bravo, Sthai. Well written. Once again, you've proved yourself to be a
master of the pen.

Be that as it may, I'd like to point out a few things. It's quite
amusing how you constantly remind the Basin of your ties to Magnagora,
and Lord Fain. You glorify Glomdoring, but mention how much you've done
for the Engine of Transformation in the decades you've been alive. In
truth, you've done little for any place you've been, besides pay
lip-service to those above you and try to gather power for yourself.
Yes, you've written many scrolls, and looked down your nose at those you
feel were superior. It's truly sad, for you are no leader, but a
sycophant, licking clean the boots of those who you believe may smile
upon you. When you gained power somewhere, you quickly dropped it for
another spot, leaving those who trusted you dangling in the breeze. Well
done. I'm sure those around you are quite happy.

You are also under a misapprehension, the idea that correcting the
spelling or grammar of another makes you out to be intelligent. This
isn't the case, I'm afraid, as it only shows you for the petty and
spiteful person the Basin knows you to be. Nor do large words make you
any more believeable, they only show your habit of trying to be the
centre of attention at all times. Whimsical as the race you hold, you
flit around garbed in shiny clothing, trying to be the centre of the
waltz. Once again, something you've kept from your time as the High
Priestess of Lord Fain.

Glomdoring has arisen from the swamp it resides in. A slumbering
behemoth has awoken, infused with fresh blood as well as experienced
blood. There is change intrinsic in all things; the ebb and flow of the
waters, day changes to night and back again, things rot and decay,
bringing forth life from the earth. I can remember a time when
Glomdoring was as a small child, curled up in a corner and whimpering to
itself while others pulled and nipped at it and Magnagora had to run to
the rescue. Now Glomdoring has grown, and bites at the fingers that fed
it for so long. Glomdoring glories at its new found strength, but
forgets the path behind it and what brought it to the present.

So too has Magnagora been at the top of the power struggle, as well as
at the low end of the cycle. Our Demon Lords have fallen, our
Necromentate slain and raised multiple times. Our novices have been
slain on sight merely for their citizenship. And yet, here we are, still
standing and growing. You say Magnagora rots from within? I say
Magnagora will rise from the ashes of battle, stronger for the conflict
it is embroiled in.

It is quite easy to stand behind a strong opponent in a battle, Sthai
Oubliette. But it shows your strength of spirit to stand behind someone
who has fallen, and yet rises again. Learn to stand upon your own
strengths, and raise up those around you, instead of yapping like a
small dog about your current master.

Humble servant of the Red Masque, and proud servant of the citizens of
Magnagora,

Shaddus Mes'ard

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Tzarin, in the year 235 CE.