Enemy of the World

I have spent around two weeks gathering information, constructing hypotheses, and determining probable causes of motivation for the entity TARTARUS; I employed rational methods of inference to establish with the highest degree of confidence the nature of the threat facing Epimetheus and Damocles. Up until now, TARTARUS was of tertiary concern since I am not a direct party to this feud, but it is still good practice to ensure a totality of awareness in case that were to change. It has changed thus: I have been provoked.
 
TARTARUS is the apparent source of degrading and objectifying stories about me in Paramount, and now, amongst the tavern-tier topics of discussion, sailors and scoundrels speak of a libertine diplomatic official who sleeps around with archdukes and male mariners (at the same time, of course!) whilst revealing classified state secrets. I can not comprehend the utter lack of forethought, sense, grace, decency, and subtlety that went into this! It is clear that this thundering abomination performed zero investigative work and took no precautions whatsoever, as even an intoxicated crewman could identify it in the resulting disinformation channel. The content of the rumours? Farcically lazy. Literally everyone I call friend is aware of my sexuality, and most of them know of at least one real incident involving me that could be massively distorted into something that equals those libellous and abject fantasies, but why would this invertebrate rakefire deign to actually do groundwork? A blind, deaf, and comatose lobotomy patient would have done a better job! As a countermeasure, I openly acted as my own girlfriend, and so this obvious contradiction, in combination with the generous amounts of alcoholic beverages that can be attributed to the hospitality of Josephine, should suffice to cancel the proliferation of TARTARUS' mercenary inventions of the imagination. (Note to self: Asterion is owed 15 gold ducats. His advice was highly effective.) Also, it is somewhat reassuring to have observed that even a primordial manifestation of cosmic waste resorts to a type of discourse analogous to that of a hormonal teenager. Is this behaviour perhaps a sign of aberrancy?
 
I am not excluding the possibility that the counterfeit-carpet-selling cretin crafted outrageously contrary rumours consciously. It has provoked me. And no one provokes me with impunity. But even when driven to anger and malediction I must maintain the surreptitiousness of all courses of action. This wanton yokel remains an outsider to this world and its laws, and regardless of how many rumours it spreads and how many souls it manages to pilfer via hellish contracts, the simple arithmetic of ontological reality has TARTARUS outnumbered by an order of magnitude that is inconceivably arranged to its disadvantage. My understanding is that our unlicensed fishwife from Hell has historically managed to avoid attention by operating in the legal anarchy of Noble Avatar. Fontus is my secondary home by choice, and I know her terrain by heart (being a trained cartographer is an added bonus). TARTARUS is the transgressor and will be treated with extreme prejudice.
 
Disciple/Uniform authorised the usage of Broken Arrow-level response. I am considering the actions by TARTARUS to be unwarranted interferences on my mission parametres and it is my hostile intention to compromise the operational security, frustrate all reconstitutive efforts, and eradicate any guarantees of mission assurance of the temporal network that TARTARUS represents. TARTARUS is an enemy of the world. Adversor varen veltan. And the appropriate way to handle that is unequivocally the following: by bringing order to chaos. No one provokes me with impunity.
 
Phrase of the day: DAMNATIO MEMORIAE. Condemnation of memory. An ancient and rarely-invoked practice in Fontus.