In the halls of the Jalpa Conference for Peace, Mistress Ferranifer was cornered by Forrester, who delivered what amounted to a promise of genocide.
Letting the significance of this sink in to all witnesses, she replies in a fury "You racial ragdoll! How dare you speak to th--" At this point, her eyes roll back in her head, and a darker and more malevolent voice emerges from her, addressing all present at the conference:
Foolish creature!
(Even as the voice speaks, an image appears to you, of lost Evereska. In a quiet glade, an elven tribunal convenes. Before them, the bowed and bloodied form of Forrester, his hands tied behind his back.
The presiding elf speaks: "If your worldview is so twisted that you cannot see your evil for what it is, then you are beyond help." He gives the order to kill. When he removes his cowl, his features are identical to those of his victim.
That is the only difference you can think of? I devour their souls and you don't? Your arguments are thin as the shell of an egg, mortal.
Have you even seen the afterlife? Can you conceive of it? The Lower Planes have OCEANS of souls, wastelands overrun by the larvae of the wicked, each day they receive another flood of new sinners. Believe me that the heavens, in comparison, are empty. I grant that I rob a few of salvation, but I save uncountable multitutes from eternal damnation! Your victims wallow in the Hells, Forrester, millions of them cursing your name and screaming pain and vengeance at your being until their throats fail! They are not in heaven, you naive child. You killed them for their crimes, as do I. I merely offer the serenity of oblivion. An escape.
Do not trip over yourself in calling me evil. I would not expect a creature a mere few decades old to grasp any concept more complex than which hole the poopie comes out of. Do not even presume for yourself the ability to judge me, cub, and be thankful for the shield of your ignorance.
(The image of the tribunal returns, but now it is a defiant Acererak standing before a court of Torillians, headed by the elf-Forrester in blood-drenched executioner's robes, listing the depravities from his message.)
Acererak speaks: "If your worldview is so twisted that you cannot see your evil for what it is, then you are beyond help."
Your juvenile chestbeating, though tiresome and irrelevant, did reveal to us one thing. The undiluted truth of every syllable of the Wanderer's Foretelling! Your flaccid rebuttals were a lie, you come to prey on our world for sport and conquest. Your commonwealth army is as morally bankrupt as any it has ever opposed. All of Oerth be warned, lest you remain alone when he finally comes for you too!
Threaten me with death? I have died once, but not for thousands of years. One might say I have shaken the habit. I am Eternal, Torillian. As such, I have no short term goals; you might kill my children, but I would simply leave. Bring your citadels and your ships to Irongate, then. Play the role of liberator and bring them into the bright sunlight, and let them sing their songs to you. Break the world, and reshape it to your image!
What then, Torillian? Say you carve a new empire out of the carcass of the Oerthian peoples. The one with the most toys at the end wins? For there will be an end to your tiny life, Forrester, and you will pass into a far darker place. No armies, no wealth or power, you will go naked and alone. And in that place, beyond death, I will be waiting. You will spend the last few instants of your miserable existence whimpering before my dark majesty. And then I will end you, forever, in utter silence.
(The image of the tribunal. A bruised Forrester again, bound to the chopping block. Over him stands an elf with a grisly skeletal face, hefting a large axe. As the image fades, the axe falls.)
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Very shortly after, a honeytongued diplomat from the Scarlet Brotherhood arrives at the Torillian Border Guard. He plays them a thought-crystal of the message given to Acererak.
Of Forrester's decision to judge over life and death on our world.
Of Forrester's gloating over the destruction of the elven civilisations.
Of Forrester's racist slurs against the Undead (who hold positions of power on Toril).
Of Forrester's dismissal of any discussion on morality.
Of Forrester's threats to use the armies of the commonwealth to further his own agenda.
The diplomat makes the case against his leadership of the UC's armies.
"He has betrayed any principle you stand for! He uses violence as the final argument, dismissing responability for his own actions. He pledges destruction to any nation he onesidedly condemns as evil. Is this your way of your peace and understanding among all creatures? Is this your enlightenment? He perverts your ideals, instead acting as a despot and using your own forces for his own depraved ends.
As a free people, we demand that you at least stop any more of your armies being sent to our world! If you support this warlord any longer, any chance for our world to follow your example will be forever lost."
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I, Maudlin, waive any resposibility for making Acererak say 'poopie'.
