Inyaidu, Shunned

[ 38] Inyaidu: Fealty. Thu Feb 13 21:16:37 2003 To: shunned Lords and Ladies of the Eternal,

I hope that this message reaches those of you who remain one with the material plane. I have taken great pains to assure the save travel of this note to your Halls in complete and utter secrecy, secure in the belief that it will be distributed appropriately.

Allow me to introduce myself. I am the mincraftress Inyaidu, of the Bandorian house Rehlyar. I am a student of the Mind, and all of its machinations. My goal in life has always been to affect those around me, either through thought or word. I have spent most of my ninteen years studying the correct application of words to action, and action to will. While I must admit that I am nowhere near the level of accomplishment of many of You, I do believe that I already have some small influence on the modes and methods of thought of many of the inhabitants of the realm. For example, I have recently been able to coerce two adventurers-- a scholar of earth and a templar of flame-- into accepting me as their 'friend. ' While this may seem only a small feat at present, the fact that both of them have stated that 'all humans look the same,' and that 'most humans are worthy only of smashing' (I paraphrase, of course) are yet willing to accept myself, a human, into their company is most impressive. Might they be planning some grand retribution against me? Perhaps. Yet I am confident in my ability to keep their blades pointed squarely away from me for the rest of our time together.

As far as the actual manipulation of thought, I must also admit that I am not particularly advanced in rank, nor standing. Yet it is for this reason that I write to You now. I have witnessed several incidents lately that have made me decide to seek You now, rather than later. All of them have happened within my beautiful City, and have caused my faith in the general populace to wane heavily. The first involved a 'conversation' between a pair of rogues that ultimately degenerated into violence, and the death of the outnumbered man. While it was well to see this simpleton swept from the streets, it broke my heart to witness the greed with which the three victors stripped the dead man's corpse of things. Such lawlessness, such blatant disregard for society as a whole, shakes me to my very core. The second instance involved a pair of female archmagi who spoke to each other in such a simple tongue it was practically below me to even comprehend it. They patted each other's heads patronizingly, and giggled and snickered like the overgrown children they are. One of the Archmagi toyed recklessly with illusions of great power, which ultimately ended up being nothing more than overblown tricks. This, combined with the single-mindedness of the Champion Aehaeser simply turned my stomach. They do not truly Know themselves, nor have they any true sight into the function of truth in the land. Rather than seek knowlege or thought, they seek meaningless giggling and trite statements of mock heroism.

I write to You, great masters of the Eternal, because I seek a new home. A home in which my penchant for Knowledge will be appreciated. A place in which I can find Truth in knowing, and Knowing in truth. An abode where the intellect is not left to be crushed, smited, or otherwise left to the winds of chaos that seem to have taken over Var Bandor.

I ask you to judge me. To take all the force within me and see it as the potential for success-- and, most importantly, power-- that it is.

I shall await your reply as long as is necessary. Inyaidu Rehlyar.