Those are a natural phenomenon of some sort, and nothing of mine. Go play with something dead, and leave me alone. Ludevic has given me the great honor of researching this phenomenon, and I simply don't have time for your antics. I, on the other hand, am busy.Ĭorpses have been washing up in the estuary of late which defy all attempts at stitching. I'm sure that old-fashioned churl is raising something horrible and dull that you could get involved with, if you asked him very nicely. I am not regretting the choice to tell you my lab was too small for the both of us, thank you very much, and if you took that as me ordering you out of Havengul entirely, that is on your head, not mine. May you survive long enough to see all that you have built fall to dust and rot to nothing, as your supposed "genius" must one day do. I would wish you well, but you have long since walled yourself off from anything more than misery, and so I will only wish you endurance. Was that your doing, brother? Perhaps you've found your true calling and can finally properly leave the dead to me. Those white branches in the midnight sky were a lovely display, like latticed lightning. What you do is no more than a pale imitation of my art and will never rise beyond the level of simple science to that of towering inspiration. If you had not already demanded I lay our parents to rest, they would surely be shambling over to scold you now, you unfortunate, uninspired mockery of a ghoulcaller.
How it must ache, to have your best-beloved sister so close at hand and yet refusing to enter the gates of your sterile, industrial city! But fear not, darling brother, for I remain close enough for you to visit, if you did not put the needs of your "research" above those of your only surviving family. I know it stings your pride that I have not chosen to settle in Havengul even after leaving my beloved Thraben behind.
And of course, the grounds are properly unhallowed, after their long absence and the occupation of so many unsavory things. I think you would benefit from touring their workshops. In their haste to unmake the workings of your kind, dearest brother, they became expert butchers of skaabs. How I wish you would visit me here in Engelturm! The grounds are lovely, and the angels who once lay claim to this place have left a surprising array of tools geared toward the destruction and dismantling of the dead.
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