My ire.

Proteus, god of the seato Enchanter Forath


I have removed my curse from you and will no longer exort my followers to slay you on sight. Do not make the mistake of thinking you have outwaited me. I would let my anger sit upon you forever and never think again of you.

I have removed it because of the stalwart, yet misguided loyalty your guildmates have shown. Indeed, my contempt for you has only grown. Not only did you deal me grave insult, but you have hidden behind the loyalty and compassion of your guildmates wh

o have offered prayers and sacrifices on your behalf--prayers and sacrifices you should have been making but have not made even once. You have yet to feel the end of my anger, but the present punishments are over.

To the Enchanters-I bid you cast this impious, unworthy, syncophant from your numbers. I am tempted to do it myself, for many is the mortal that does not realize the weight that drags them down until it has been removed. But I will not interfere with

your progatives.

I give you a gruging respect, for despite your lack of wisdom in standing beside Forath, you have tempted my wrath many a time by making your pleas but did not shirk from the duty you felt you owed him. I once bid you not to interfere with my follower

s execution of my will upon Forath, but now give you leave to stand beside him if you feel you must.

To all mortals-Do not take any sign in the above information from which to gauge my mercy. The Enchanters have stood firm in the teeth of the storm and lived this time, that is all.

Proteus, god of the sea

Written by my hand on the 9th of Midsummer, in the year 1001.