Jha cousins,

Well we stand at the precipice don't we? It's a fine line drawn across the vir, but it is there none the less. Our future is clearer than our past cousins. There is an old saying, amongst the warriors. We are already dead, we must fight to win back our life.

All of us must make a decision, to leap, with uncertain consequences into the unknown territories of the future before us, or leave and prosper elsewhere. If you leave you will still be Irekei, still feel the fire of your veins, and still always will have a home with us. However, I hope that those of you reading this, have decided to stand or fall with your cousins in the sands of Vhakh Desert, to take that leap into shadow and fire, that passage into night.

What lies before us, is a daunting task, the fir'khanim flame worshippers spawn like sand fleas at the edge of our world. They outnumber us and threaten our very existence here. To defeat them we must strengthen our resolve, we must forge alliances with the other Virakt'al, we must prepare for the inevitable war that will come.

Firk wisdom would dictate that our end is assured, and our fall a mere fact for future reference. Listen carefully Irekei. Nothing is a given thing in this world, except the will of the Dragon. We are the Children of the Dragon, ours is a character forged of hardship and adversity.

If it is the Dragon's will the city falls to the fir'khanim, then let it fall, but it will fall, as we stand with fire in our hearts, and oneday it will rise again with the resolve of that fire, and the knowledge that while they can burn wood and stone, they cannot burn US from the sands.

One can scatter the grains, but always there is the desert.

So know this cousins, it does not matter if Cupertino/Nkurakar Habat, falls into shadow, it does not matter if our Tree of Life falls into night.

Before the stone and wood there was flesh, and after, the flesh remains. Flesh and sand, blood and bone, this is our secret, our power, our hope, our legacy.

If they wish us scattered, then we will scatter, and like the thousand shards of a broken mirror we will cut them, and cut them deep, cut them until the sands stain red with the blood of the meddler god's jov'uus.

Nha jalla until fir'khanim'ov kham on qhe vir ov Vhakh! Qhis kham Khan'jallakar! This is the blood oath of our clan, our secret heart, the deep fire that brings the madness, and revelation.

Do not forget this in the days to come, This is the beginning.
We do not fall to shadow.
We are simply reborn to fire and light, and vengeance will be our soul.

Jha'ov Irekei ov Qhi'Nkurakt

Siear Nkur'krysular Khanarch'ular
Kruvular Qhi'Nkurakt