Memories of Khati Sha

Legend of Lies

    We murmur of our beginnings. We tell children bright tales. But we preach forgetfulness. And this is good, for the truth is heresy. To remember what our god does is not folly. To remind him of his days as an eplorer, his fame and place amongst the Vah Shir will only kindle his rage. To show him the secret ledgers and testaments we have recovered from the Shissar would surely call his wrath. To tell him of his torture and rebirth through death at the hands of the Shissar must bring our destruction. And so we must conceal the truth.

Our legends must be lies.

Testament of Night

    For the ear of the Emperor I write in my own blood, accepting my death as the seal for this testment. The ceremony performed on the Vah Shir captive has failed. Our attempt to leash the divine, to merge mortal flesh with the power of the gods has gone awry. All that is widely known is that both is that the captives and his masters perished in a mistaken spell. The truth is that the captive transcended somehow, consuming many of your loyal servants with his newfound powers. Our agents seek him, but there is little hope that he will be found. He has escaped and we have failed. We bow before you to accept your judgement. We cannot carry out your command, dread Emperor. A god cannot be made.

Ledger of Pain

    The subject seems to have unusual reserves of both self-control and determination. For no reason that we can immediately ascertain, he continues to resist our questions. This leads us to believe that he has privileged information about the Vah Shir. We will continue the current schedule of interrogation until such time as his continued life support becomes impossible.

    Addendum: The usual strictures of interrogation have been modified somewhat by the command of the Emperor. Several additional rituals have been added to the torture regimen. Although it is impossible (and unwise) to speculate on the purpose of these ceremonies, it is apparent that they are adding increased strain on the subject. Amazingly, the subject still resists. A postmortem on his vital organs may provide insight into the source of this tolerance. Hopefully this is an aberration and not a
characteristic of Vah Shir in general.

    Closing Note: All surviving records of this incident have been sealed by Imperial order. Any further investigation into the destruction of the captive is considered treason. This ledger is finished.

Mnemonic of Khati Sha

    May this magic take my words quickly for I can already feel the haze of forgetfulness descending. There are questions that plague my mind, questions I ask again and again as my mind is purged of memory.

    Why is my mind fit for thought but empty of experience? What are these emotions that constantly coil my heart, making me lash out and destroy my own creations? What past could make me hate so?

    The Shissar must die. The Vah Shir must pay. So say my bones.

    This world and the next are mine.

    So whispers my blood.

    My power is absolute.

    So screams my hate.

    But why? What purpose? What reason? What . . .