Master Xerx’ses Goldenhorn – Head of the Weavers

Yes, we Weavers, Granted, Internalists, owe Master Kel-ed and those souls that did their duty an undertaking which has new eyes focusing the gaze of our universe. You must conquer still, because you are prepared for the tactics that decide the fate of battles. We are warriors of the will, virtue, and mind and it is up to us to guide those good gentles that seek our counsel wisely and with fervor among the roads of the future. You must not think yourselves unworthy of the creatures that became the celestial ones who entered the ranks of a War of Chaos, and who contended not in vain with the proud conquerors of the Megaverse! To this wonderful page in our Guild’s history another more glorious still will be added, and those we call brother and sister shall show at last to his fellows a sharpened weapon forged from the links of his soul graven fetters.

To the future, then, all of you! By honoring the traditions upheld by our late friend, and continued by Master Mustrum, we can hone our souls, forge fetters to build upon our will and see into the great expanse that is the unknown of a new day! Cast away all the cowards from your embraces; they will give you only to wither your souls’ growth. Seek knowledge both light and dark for one must know thy enemy to defeat them. But cower not in the quick and easy roads to power and glory for they are vain and hallow as the soul in Gul Sharzol, and his lackeys of vim and vinegar which failed to bring me low. Let his narrow and timid doctrinaires depart from among us to carry their servility and their miserable fears elsewhere. We are the Harbingers of Wisdom, Knowledge, and Power tempered by experience, not subject to the whims of creatures beyond these realms, even though we will entreat and choose to serve them as “WE” deem fit. We are not their slaves, but chosen and cherished emissaries with our own will to answer to when only our eyes are upon us! This, my fellows, is the heart of what it means to be our own master. Our will wishes to not only be the brother of other peoples, but to look on the insolent with a proud glance, not to grovel before them imploring its own freedom. Our will shall no longer follow in the trail of men whose hearts are foul. No! No! No!

Providence has presented our Guild with a new leader by dawn’s early light While I hope to be that leader for our part of the guild. Every Weaver should rally round them! By the side of the new Head Weaver every quarrel should be forgotten, all rancor depart.

Once more I repeat my battle-cry: “To the future, then, all of you!” If Grekar, 345th year of the Dominion, does not find all of the Weavers in arms, then alas for liberty of the mind, alas for the life of our Guild. Ah, no, far be from me a thought which I loathe like poison. Grekar, 345th year of the Dominion, will find us Weavers at our posts. Masters: Mustrum Stibbons, Elminster Amore, even Gwydion Belgarath, and with us every single one of you who is not a coward or a slave to a will not of your own accord. Let all of us rally round and receive, then, my gallant Weavers the honored conclusion of these elections and a word of hope from me.

I utter this word with deepest affection and from the very bottom of my heart. Today I am obliged to seek the highest office of my faction within the greater guild. Let those only return to their homes who are called by the imperative duties which they owe to their families, and those who by their glorious deeds have deserved the credit of their country. These, indeed, will serve the Tri-Arcanum Guild in their homes by their counsel, by the very aspect of the scars which adorn their brows. Apart from these, let all others remain to guard our roads as they trek forward to our renewed and glorious future. We shall meet again before long to march together to the enlightenment of knowledge among our brothers and sisters of the guild. We shall ever meet again before the new triumphs that await us on the morrow.