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The following was seen being pinned by a badger Asha to the most prominent noticeboard in the city.
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To the self-styled Grand-Inquisitor, Volkner von Karlisle,───┤├───┤╠╣≡╠╣├───┤├───
and to those Knights of the Lothar Order who follow in his wake.
You asked me to pen you a letter, Grand-Inquisitor, no doubt in an attempt to recruit me to your cause. Here that letter is.
The last few days have seen the city erupt into a cacophony of disparate voices vying for control of public sentiment. I am hesitant to add my own into such chaos, but I have seen an injustice so profound that I cannot maintain the silence I would so vastly prefer.
You likely know nothing of me, for I have done little of any consequence in this city before now, but I have learned of you. In all the posturing, I have seen your character, and I have found it lacking the sincerity and purity of purpose you so claim to vanguard. Members and allies of your Inquisition commit and uphold the greatest crime against the sentient peoples of this world: slavery. You have bound the Marken, cursed to violence and malevolent dispositions though they may be, into servitude from which they are unable to escape. You hold the command over their transformations and lives, utterly shackling them to the fickle whimsy of your own will. When provided a humane solution to treat them with modern scientific developments, those that you ally yourself with choose instead to keep the Marken in their cruel bondage. You refuse even to grant them freedom in a merciful, swift death.
It begs a question: Do you wish them to be your war beasts?
I sympathize with your mission, and I think it a profoundly noble gesture to wish to quell the rising tide of magic. Once, as I have read in passages of Ailor history, this Empire was a bastion against the encroachment of Occult acceptance; it stood vigilant and resolute against that which has so easily and so readily corrupted the minds, bodies, and souls of the races of this world. I wish that such a day could return.
Though perhaps, in your own intemperate loathing, you may fail to see why. It is not that I seek the eradication of magic because it is some evil unto itself. No, magic is like a cannon armed and ready within the hands of a practitioner, precariously primed and forever capable of destruction and death. It is a road to power that makes it too easy, too tempting to subjugate those weaker than you. We need look no further than the Allorn or the Dread to see such workings in all their horror.
Your words from the All-Beacon Temple days prior—words that you have already been met with censure for by those far more equipped to comment on matters of the Unionist faith than me—resound in my mind at this moment. You have fallen to a path of power-seeking self-destruction, so transfixed and blinded by your own hatred that you have failed to see yourself stepping into the pitfalls of a despot ignorant to the wickedness he surrounds himself with. Though I too long for a future free of the corrupting powers of the Void and Exist, I urge you to ponder your own actions and free the Marken, in death or in treatment, that your allies and followers have bound.
Do not become worse than that you seek to destroy. Act within your power to end this cruelty.
May the chains the Lothar have placed upon the Marken weigh upon all your souls.
Harsiese of Akhiza,
Son of Nakhtmin, son of Heqanakht,
Born of Nefertari,
Netjeraparef, Servant of the Faces
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