Role

Chapter 8

Dearest Mother,

It has been many years. Word reached me of father's illness and
subsequent passing. I meant to make it home for the funeral pyre
but duty can be a very strict mistress. Even stricter than you.

I've moved my post from Seantryn Modan to the Sultanate of
Hamsah Mu'tazz. I find the desert kingdom to be far more fitting
for a man of my birth. I believe our beloved Provost, a Knight
of the Jaguar, sought to keep me as far away from the upper rungs
of the Spire as possible for I rotted in the South for many years.
Perhaps he sees in me the same darkness that you did. Perhaps he
fears me in the same way you do. Perhaps he attempted to send me
away. Just as you did?

I am not bitter, Mother. In many ways you've set me free. Our
small, mountain kingdom was never suitable for a man of my
amibitions. While it and it's rich lumber supply may be appealing
for the fifth born cast away of a lesser House of Teth Azeleth,
to me it is nothing more than an after thought. For we are much
alike, Mother. But we are also very different. You needn't fear
me for you have nothing I desire.

Now with that being said I will part with a word of warning: I
have seen your assassins lurking in the South and now here in
the Sultanate. If they should make an attempt upon my life you
may rest assured I will come home. I will bring with me an army of
your undead assassins. I will bring with me soldiers from the
mighty Empire, who could surely use your crop. I will bring with
me representatives of the Twin Honors and civilization as a
whole. And then, Mother, I will flay you and my sisters on the very
redwood that built our name. I will do this to the cheers and
adorations of your subjects.

As I said, Mother: we are very much alike. Do not test me. I
remember the Three V's as well as any vas Antian.


*stamped with the sigil of an Owl perched on a branch*
*stamped with the seal of the Blood Tribunal*
Eternally yours,
Quintalius vas Antian
Magistrate of Hamsah Mu'tazz