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Chapter 10

Salutations to my fabulous Elders of Do'tlar

Such a common phrase to be uttered by my prodigal lips. Why buy the cow when
you receive the milk for free? After flexing my ego and indulging in more than
a few showman-like temper tantrums I have found the Throne to chafe like the
loose, fat thighs of a milkmaid of butter and cream. While the influence is a
grand thing it draws the prying eyes of many who would scrutinise and share a
mind to disrupt our studies and progress into our return. The question still
stands however, since my coronation I have become both cow and milk itself, a
metaphor not to be mistaken with the defiled act of self-milking. I am drained
and constantly on show for Therans, unable to slink away and indulge myself in
the grip of passion that had once excited and aroused my mind. Politics, they
call them, the fickle whore of the uninspired. I have begun to understand now
why the ancient generation of Elders abandoned the ruling of Teth Azeleth and
left the gorgeous city to the wolves.

So I seek my own shroud of solitude, far from the prying ears and watchful eye
of Thera. The consorts of the Pharaoh and my magnificent Elemental of Flame as
my guardians as I defiled the Fortress time and time again, taking their one
Sacred Orb and using to to barter passage into a Plane of Shadow. However, it
is all not what it seems. The very act itself has brought us closer to a great
vault of Knowledge and influence that has slumbered throughout generations. It
is too early to discern the true affiliations of my discovery, but when it is
compared with the notes in our Great Library it is simply unmistakably a Church
that once reigned in the Shadows. Hmm, the Church of Shadows itself. Now that,
my dear Elders is a place that rivals even our grasp and dominion over a vast
realm of Mystery with all the power and influence of the Imperial Throne with
cord, Thera would be ours without the mundane sacrifice to our lavish lifestyle.

I simply ask you this, linger a while longer in House Do'tlar while I utilise
my new found influence to decipher this mystery, pull your cloaks high and be
the shadow themselves, let us not betray ourselves until the time is right, or
better yet - let us not betray ourselves at all.

Yours, truly yours.

Solraen Do'tlar, the Resurrected Phoenix, Seeker of Shadows, Emperor of Thera.