When I swore my oath of vengeance against the dark realms, perhaps I was naïve in thinking that my quest was only against the fiends that plague all of existence. It was easy to focus my ire there. After all, they were responsible for any number of uncountable enormities I'd witnessed both as a Solar, and as the creature Asmodeus made me. I'd known for a long time that while evil was perfected in the corruption that is the fiendish way, this was not an exclusive trait. Villainy takes many forms. Sadly, I'm witness to it as it is made manifest before once again, and its new title is the Lord of Blades.
When I first met him, I thought I was addressing a powerful being, mislead through centuries, even millennia of cruelty and hardship. I've known several Warforged throughout my time on Faerun, and the plight of their origin always struck me as a profound conundrum. What is any of our purposes? The Warforged feel this more poignantly than most, as to some, the very purpose of their creation was denied from the moment they came into existence. As Silver once told me, "Don't think I don't feel." I pity those that see our fellow beings as anything less than all we are as creatures of creation, for their shortsightedness is the precursor to depravities they cannot fathom. Who can blame the Lord of Blades for wanting to liberate an oppressed and wandering people?
But that cannot, and will never excuse the tyranny I bore witness to today. I watched as a leader of his people embraced tyranny and slaughter with indifference and cold ruthlessness I've only witnessed in the darkest of souls. Those at his command committed murder without remorse or hesitation. Theirs was only a singular goal, and it's become clear to me that no one will be spared from the Lord of Blades and his conquest of all things living. To this creature that sees himself as a god over creation, I know there is no redemption. I once thought to reason with him. Now...when we speak again, and rest assured, I will make it known to him in no uncertain terms when we do, he will know he's exhausted any hope for mercy from me.
My oath is vengeance. The Lord of Blades will feel it now. In his destruction lies whatever salvation is left to him.