If you read this, im afraid that im dead. The details are unknown for me, and I rather like that its stays that way. But it doesn’t matter, because I have something very important to tell you.
Its about Valentine. Or rather, about the people that surrounds her.
Her cadre of followers. I travelled far with them, laugh with them, cry with them, even got really close to some of them, my spirit is ashamed of admitting. Because, you see, those people are not normal, by any means. They lack the moral of more civilized people, or the light in their eyes, like if they are all dead, like living corpses waiting to rot.
Their animus is dead, they cannot talk properly, like if the rest of humanity, speaking on the broader senses as in “all the races”, are below them, just like my people. And lack any real empathy, just like my people. They don’t seem to enjoy the small pleasures of life, like drones or inhuman beasts, unlike my people. Im afraid that they are all feinting, like a cat feints playfulness to attack its prey. And im afraid that such prey is you, Valentine and me.
She is unlike the rest, always cheerful and charismatic, always trying to have the control of the situation. A natural born leader because i´v seen her physically struggle to maintain control of all around her, while those acolytes of her just watch…like crows ready to fest a corpse.
Im afraid that they are waiting to overthrow her. I always sleep with my axe in hand just in case. And, if im dead, they succeeded in their coup, and this document is the only living proof of what happened.
Following this I attached a report on the past of all their acolytes. With the Edekhan spy network is very easy to find information of pretty much anyone. And the thing that disturbs me is the little amount of information that I have on them. Surely is the work of higher powers in play, like the ones of Hermes, because nobody can escape the scrutiny of the Edekhan spies. They all are almost shadows, not having their names written in an official edict of any mayor province or empire, like if they were literal nobodies. And a religion such as that cannot have nobodies as mayor figureheads. Im afraid for the worst, nothing can come from the nothingness, so counterfeit and subterfuge must be in play. And, of course, I employed the very best people and they found nothing, but one of my men found dead…I don’t know the circumstances of his death, but it was linked to a pirate raid near the coast of Raith Celtair, near us.
Finally, to Zhureth I leave the armory of my father, the ancient weapons and armor of the Edekhan Empire can serve your cause.
To Hermes, I gift to you the extensive library that I have on my power. I know you hate half its content, but at least you can put it to good use.
And, at the end, to my dear Jolene and Valentine. South of Rait Celtair there are some lands that are technically mine, but im dead, so they are your to use as they see fit. You can reestablish your cult there, away from those corpses that Im so afraid of. And, most important of all, can live a good life as you two see fit.
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