To the Order of Haern -

Life. Death. Prayer. Life. This is what your Order reveres - a parochial
view of the forces underpinning this world, a narrow circle, precisely
defined and neatly circumscribed in a dull, plodding path of repetition
and repeated avenues of existence.

One wonders when the Hunter's fold became a stagnant entity, seeking
little beyond orderly forms of Life. Such a cling to antiquated attempts
to arrest the true shapes and fluctuations which shape this realm are
foolish, presumptuous, and an affront to the very powers which you
resist. The Lady Trickster and Her flock see your works, and know that
it is an attack on Her Entropy itself.

Long have the dour tried to repress the Mirth and vibrancy Chaos brings,
insisting on a world with only Living, a world with sullen hypocrisy and
fettered minds. This day, the bold come forth and make a stand for
change. This day, we see your works to stem Entropy, and we issue a call
to end it. This day, the Hunter's become the hunted.

This day, war is declared.


Penned by my hand on the 17th of Slyphian, in the year 246 MA.