You inspect the frail piece of parchment before you. The merchant you bought it from claimed it was found in " the very lowest depth of the mysterious crypt of Mileth ". This is doubtful considering that the last aisling to come upon the merchant's cart was told it was found in " the very lowest depth of the dreaded Cthonic remains ". Catching one whiff of the merchant's stench, you conclude that he found it in the piet sewers. Had you not noticed the odd wax seal on the scroll it would still be growing mold on the bottom of the merchant's cart.
The seal appears to be a crude half circle with four smaller circles and a larger opening inside. It is black, and upon further inspection you wonder if it really is made of wax as you first suspected. The seal has a faint odor to it, almost as though it was just recently singed by a flame. The odd black seal breaks easily, its fragments fall to the ground as you start to read the scroll. It seems to be written by a priest of Sgrios sometime around Deoch 18.

The Aisling belief of Evil

For many Deochs the Aisling has battled evil. Some battle the evil by hunting it, vanquishing any creature that proves unpleasant to the eye. Others battle the evils of society with their laws and regulations. In all this battling have we forgotten just what evil is? Did we ever know what evil was in the first place? These are the thoughts that plague me as I scribe this, sitting on a bench in suomi. It is true what they say; about the perfect silence of this town holding more meaning than every written word in the library of loures. It is my hope that by the time you find the end of this parchment, you look upon temuair with a new, more enlightened confusion.

First off, I will attempt to give the best description I can conjure of what we know as evil. Evil is considered an action, or an entity that is prone to such an action that violates our morals and values in extreme. This leads to the question of how do we form morals and values. I could spend deochs scribing on that topic. The morals and values of every individual are seemingly random. Certain sets conflict or run parallel more than others but all are essentially unique. My point is this, there is no unanimous concept of exactly what evil is. What one would consider evil in its most foul form could be necessary and just to another.

For example: A community of poor farmers that murders the king’s tax collector. The farmers believe the tax collector to be evil because of his intention to kill those unwilling to pay the king’s tax. The king’s tax collector believes those unwilling to pay there tax's evil because he knows that without tax's to fund the king’s army they would be invaded and left to the mercy of less hospitable rulers. Which act holds the most evil? The murder of a poor farmer that is unwilling to pay the king’s tax to persuade the rest of the farmers into paying there tax’s to prevent invasion; or the murder of the tax collector to prevent the murder of the farmer. The answer to this question is pure opinion.

When one thinks of evil a few names instantly come to mind. Chadul, Sgrios, Anaman, Dubhamid. We associate these things with evil because they, for the most part, are unknown to us. This is the tendency of aislings, to fear the unknown, to label what we fear evil.

The vast majority of temuair believes Sgrios to be evil. This is once again, a matter of opinion. It is true that death, decay, and destruction goes against the morals and values of some, but they are few in numbers. With very few exceptions all aislings hunt. Not for food, not for survival but for entertainment and the betterment of there skills. Aislings kill each other routinely in the arena. How can we call death evil, against our morals and values, when we partake in such acts frequently. Death is a major part of aisling culture and is widely accepted as normal. I believe a more suitable term for Sgrios would be indifference. Sgrios is not the cause of death, but entirely the result of death.

The aisling has proven to be a most destructive force. We claim many things to be great evils without taking ourselves into consideration. Who are we to declare something “ evil ” when we are just as guilty as those we accuse, maybe more so at times. These benches are deceptively inviting. They become hard and uncomfortable after just little while. It appears I’ve worn out my welcome here. The silence of suomi has ceased to be meaningful to me, now it only speaks of madness.

Deoch 18
-Servant of Sgrios