The Plea for Honor

The Twenty-Seventh Day of Ascending Water, Realm Year 768.

My Dear Beloved Grandson,

Let me be the first to congratulate you on your impending graduation from the esteemed Cloister of Wisdom. You bring great honor to your house, family, and yourself. I cannot wait to see what a fine young man your secondary schooling as transformed you into and the great accomplishments that lie ahead in your future.

It is this future that I write to you to discuss. As you are undoubtedly aware our great House Tepet has suffered an unforeseeable and unprecedented loss, not only in the glorious men and women who lost their lives at the hands of the cursed anathema in The North, but also in the bright and untold future that each of those lost souls possessed. I am assured that you understand the gravity of this situation as I share with you a great deal of personal loss in these horrific events.

The lives cut short by the horrendous results of the noble battle against the untamed anathema of the north are a tragedy worthy of record in the prestigious annuals of history housed in the libraries of The Imperial Manse. These atrocities alone committed against our Great House would stunt our aspirations to achieve our greatest ambitions, however there is a loss much greater than the colossal loss of the living. An untold thousands, no. Millions. An incalculable loss to the future of our House, our Empire, and our World.

This grave misfortune will be the trial of our age, and like our ancestors millennia ago we must rise to the occasion and overcome any and all adversity at all costs. The mysterious powers of foreign devils conspire against us as our trust and faith in one another is shaken continually by these dark days of tumult. Only by banding together as one family, one house, and one empire can we hope to overcome the gathering storm that closes in around us. Only in great, united numbers can The Princes of Creation rise against the foul anathema who seek to break our glorious Empire and cast all of Creation into a whirlpool of chaos.

Grandson. Tepet. Marek. Udo.

I write to you a dire plea that is only appropriately done in person, however these times do not afford us such rudimentary pleasantries. I ask, beg, implore you to reconsider your decision to join The Immaculate Order upon your graduation from The Cloister of Wisdom. Instead I would beseech you to offer your services to our Great House, so that our honor and glory might be restored as it is only with the humble service of all of our kin that these goals might be accomplished.

I ask this not for myself, I have come to terms with the fact that I will not see House Tepet returned to glory in my life time. Those of us of a more advanced age must find something much harder, and often much darker, to fight for; those with blossoming youth, such as yourself, need only look to the immeasurably vast and bright future.

Humbly At Your Service,

General of The Unconquerable Tepet Legions,

Your Grandfather,

Tepet Marek