We are at war with what Temuair has become. We are at war with the foul-tongued monsters who walk our paths, do business in our establishments, and stand beside us in our temples. We are at war with the hypocrisy of our leaders who make laws they will not follow. We are at war.

 

Among us we hold a mighty weapon. We hold a blade so powerful that none of their shields can defend them. They cannot be defended by their temple, they cannot be defended by their laws, they cannot be defended by their friends who are as diseased as they are. We have our weapon and the grandest among them will fall before it.

 

We have the one skill they do not have. We have honor.

 

Our honor bands us together, our honors uplifts us and allows us to fight on un-fatigued. We will outlast them, we will out maneuver them, and we will beat them into the ground until nothing remains except the chrysallis. Our war, however is silent.

Our war is fought in our daily actions and words. We cannot be caught up among them, but if our will is strong, they can be caught up amongst us. We will not stoop to fight fire with fire. We will fight fire with water. As they blaze at us, we will quench their flame. We will cure their illness until not a shred remains.

We shall be as pillars and our footsteps will fall with honor, so all might see the trail we have laid. Let is guide them to follow us. Let it guide them to be as we are. Let our trail lead them back to Danaan and help them forget what they were. We cannot un-forge what has been forged, but we can destroy the form and re-build it stronger and more beautiful.

We owe this much to Temuair, ourselves, and the Aislings that will be in the future moons. It is our duty.

 

Walk with honor, family.

Etayn Andrinor ~ Toiseach

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