Lucium T'Auren

Davood,
I thank you for your assitance with our correspondence, may the Way guide you.

Lam,

You may have heard that I have set forth to fulfill my grandfathers last wishes, to be entombed with an emblem of the land, and that I have left for the isle of the Durlakai. When I first looked upon the island, it seemed to me that the ocean despised it and sought to destroy it by stiking its waves against the rocks and the land resisted, breaking every assault with stoic resolve. Upon searching the land, I found, in places where the soft sands of its beaches received the ocean's admonishments a harmonious dance of procession and recession. The land and sea carressing one another, as a warrior might train in slow, beautiful forms, so will he unleash this training, striking his enemies and receiving their blows. It is just as life besets us with conflict and submission, debate and consumation. The gods churn in their desires and we circumambulate the sacred.

I was forced to kill many men who would steal from the gods and guard their loot by the emblems of greed and guilt and as the sea broke against the land, so to did these break against my spear. Even as I meted out justice to these men in the neccesity of self-defense, the perview of her truth remained remote from my eyes. Just as the same merciful wind now which fills my sail and whispers to me about the cruelty of these lives taken, the injustice of death that a man may be cut down failing to find his path to the Way in this life, this same wind, would also deliver the storm by which I am destroyed.

Now my parched lips sip the last of my water, three days out to sea in my return. I fear that my end will come now and afford me no greater attainment. This fear, I know to be a fantasm of mortal sight, for the greatest attainment happened long ago and no achievement compares to the shedding of the wayfarer's wanderment, to set his steps aright and walk firm in the light of the Way.

I have meditated long on what your last correspondence. I understand your rejection of the dogmas that have captivated the Auren and the Shogunate, but let not the designs of the weak at heart deflect you from going forth. It is a luxury of thoughtful men, such as yourself, to order the world into beautiful symmetries and processes. But the mountain you preside over is a rock in your heart; a fantasy of the elect amongst our people. You have a sharp mind and an easy life, take care not to be swept up by the sophistication of those who speak much but do little. It is natural to find solace in the uniqueness of a new design, which sets you apart from the injustices born out of a tradition twisted by hunger for power, so to is it tempting to be snagged by the content fancies of them who must distact themselves from their tarrying lives, as they tread water and swim nowhere.

Come my cousin, swim with me in the path of blood and thirst, taste of the sweet waters of sacrifice and death.

Lucium