Reznik et al.,


Of course, resolution of your stint with Oblivion is out of the question. You carved your legacy deep into iron, knowingly leaving bridges burned. Bravo on that front. Through admirable effort you have solidified yourself as the scum of Sapience, shunned by the living. A pity, the consequence of action.

That being said, the stagnation of permanence bores even the Master's servants. Even the flame of Creation hardly serves purpose without Chaos to make it flicker. To spread. I am willing to have you give the wheel of Chaos another spin. To see where your exciting path of self destruction lands you next.

Your stance with Oblivion stands.

However,should the Council see fit, let the Bastion have your gold, become another rat in our streets once again. Prove your worth. Do mind Oblivion's shrines.


Every tool has its use. Bang away, little hammer.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Chronos, in the year 717 AF.