“Unfortunately for you and your perfidious pleading for acceptance, the pagan always manages to cast his lot with demons, schemers, and all enemies of Man. I know not if you are of Norland, Nordengrad, or Vikingsarse, your type never fails to bring war and affliction to Man. Can you number the times your frostbitten folk have rebelled from your mature cousins in the Empire? Consider it mercy and kindness enough that the Northern pagan has not been outright eliminated from the face of the earth by his betters – the oafish and thieving men destroyed by Heartlander steel; the bawdy prostitute women sowed by Heartlander seed. It is by the foolish softness of our hearts that you scrape out a pathetic living among mires and among glaciers, praying to your own vices and malicious creatures.
Arberrang, one bastion of pagan faith and tradition, and ally of the Nordengrad rebels, flagrantly nurses all manner of horrendous beings. To the west are dark portals splitting open the snow cover, and damned souls trapped within the pine woods. To the north sits a keep, decrepit (as passive maintenance is too much to ask of the Northman), in which a Naztherak, Karyssmov “Faroe”, resides in safety and comfort. There are many other such individuals within Arberrang, and the folk do nothing of it. It is simply that the binding of malcontent demons, the sacrifice of innocent life, and the creation of monstrously deformed children are acceptable to the pagan mind. Arberrang is no unique case, however, for where the Church does not guide and the Imperium does not defend, dark creatures move to manipulate Man. Perhaps it is demonic suggestion which brought the Nordengrad rebels to ally with such an evil folk.
It is understood that the pagan exists in a constant state of subversion against his liege, be it temporal or spiritual, by violent rebellion or dark ritual. This is demonstrable in this very moment by the umpteenth coup followed by Nordengrad’s rebellion, and the active signing of pacts with controllers of Inferis. So, I cannot fathom why you think your kind is undeserving of punishment. You are a pagan, and the pagan is an eternal child, always struggling to the point of violence when met with circumstances that could possibly better his kind. The rest of Man seeks only to bring you to the glory of the seventeenth century, but you lash out and wallow in the nostalgia of the third. Consider your foolish ways, how you doom yourself and your children to mediocrity and destruction, forever, until you kneel and accept your place. When you do so, our lines will happen upon each other in some distant year, able to laugh and feast without pagan sentiment bringing a pallor to the occasion. If you refuse, I hope to burn down your hovel myself, so that my children may live in peace and comfort.”
Signed,
-Draconius Thersist
Man of the Canonist Faith