[i] I am Irelekh, re-born of ash and flame. A child of Kings, the precious gem of a once-great Kell. No longer bound to blood, the flame that cleansed me is now my mother. I will not attempt lead the Whirlwind scattered, I do not head the calls of my dying brothers and sisters. I leave you to dust! Die in vain, struggling for a victory you will never reach. My kin were torn apart by the ones they call Scorn. But it was not this thing that showed me truth. I arose from the burning flesh of my mother's corpse and became something new. Hail, the fire that cleanses all! The only way to be made new is to burn! Burn it all! Burn the forests and the cities, burn the earth and the towering hive structures of Luna! Burn the spires of Nessus, topple the creations of Venus! For nothing can escape the flames of salvation! My body, mind and soul made new by the fire that will devour the world! I am of no house, no longer a king, no longer a queen. Burn the houses, burn the fallen and their worthless banners. All who dwell here underestimate the power of my mother-fire, the soul cleanser! Let her burn, and all shall cease! There is no pain left where only fire consumes, breeds, envelopes all, life-full and life-less! Let the flame consume you, and you too, can be free. They wished to win a war, but had forgotten this most primitive weapon was our strongest. Where a spark is born, a world is leveled. The potential of fire is unlimited... for once you have stoked a flame, it shall burn and rage beyond control. Let go of control... that the flame may feed and release you all. Hail, the flame![/i] {RECORDED VIA [REDACTED]} —from the unstable mind of Craask's daughter