The First Protocol
To the Mla'ghir who freed me. To Lae'zel. T'lak'ma Ghir. My words come to you on slate, for they are immutable and eternal. You are not just liberators - you are all Warriors of the Comet, whatever land you travel, whatever sea you cross, whatever plane you grace. Vlaakith's pawns fall, one by one, at the hands of my faithful. But the City of Death stands, and the Queen sits on her vile throne at its centre. But we stand at a precipice. Lae'zel: thanks to you, we are soon to restore an old kinship, and Vlaakith will burn in the fires thus stoked. The Protocols are written anew, and to you, Mla'ghir, I dedicate the First: All who call themselves gith shall unite under one sky. Ghith'ka tavkim krash'ht. Orpheus