We are House Atreides. There is no call we do not answer. There is no faith that we betray. We were tasked to bring peace to Arrakis. House Atreides accepts!

However, the road has been long, unexpected, and treacherous. A protracted War of Assassins rages across the years. Though it costs us dearly, we will bring honor and grace to Arrakis, all things that are the antithesis of House Harkonnen. They wish to infect every place and peoples they touch with the toxicity of their homeworld.

We can win, but we need your help. A person needs new experiences. It jars something deep inside, allowing them to grow. Without change something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken. Find your awakening on Arrakis!

Though our enemies surround us, we yet proclaim: Here we are, here we remain!

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I lost another agent today. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. When I answered the call, I held the naive dream of a grand, stand-up fight alongside my Duke and Duncan Idaho. I dreamed that if I made the ultimate sacrifice, I’d at least be immortalize in one of Gurney Halleck’s songs.

Instead, sadistic fate brought me to a War of Assassins, placed me in military intelligence. I rot in this festering tavern. Every day I seek out lowlife assets and throw them into the espionage grinder. Every day I look upon and loathe my nemesis, Maxim Kazmir. Every day, my actions more closely resemble his actions.

I have a recurring dream. I look in the mirror. I see Maxim’s face. This morning, I broke my mirror.

My love,

Once you have explored a fear, it becomes less terrifying. Part of courage comes from extending our knowledge. I am afraid, and so I must explore that fear.

Our resources dwindle dangerously low. It is possible the Harkonnen could win simply by waiting us out, let us bleed to death in stalemate. Yet this is not my fear. Landsraad politics become increasingly tangled and convoluted. Yet this is not my fear. There is treachery drifting down from the Golden Lion Throne. Yet this is not my fear.

I fear the death of identity. I fear what the War of Assassins has taken from our people, something that can only be seen in the eyes and perhaps never replenished. Even if we win, will we still be Atreides on the other side? I cannot show this fear to them. I can only share it with you.

Survival is not enough. They deserve more. How do we remain ourselves? How do we keep the promise of our House?

Yours,

Leto