Kin of Earth,

Lleis, generous Lleis, has bestowed a massive gift upon our people. The
chance to return to the living is nothing to be scoffed at. I give my
highest gratitude as King of Sapience to the Lady of Renewal, may You
renew to Your heart's content for the rest of Your possibly endless
days.

A call is heard this season, a reverberating chorus for all to hear. If
you listen closely, you can make out the voice of Truft, wafting over
the wind, "Give back to us your weak and your undisciplined, your
cowardly and your gullible, your unthinking masses of fickle loyalties.
We will take them back, and we will cherish them."

My brothers and sisters, if you have any doubt in your mind that you
belong with my kind, take advantage of the offerings. Pick your food off
her silver platter and return to the living. You can eat fine foods and
herbs, and I hope you don't submit to gluttony. Breathe the fresh and
foul airs of the world, and I hope you don't choke on them. Walk among
your living relatives and friends, and I hope you can tolerate them.

I extend my favor and blessing to all who wish to return to their lives.
Get in touch with your inner spark, I implore you, for it will be your
conscience. I'm sure that it will console you when I end the days of the
living and craft a new, stronger Aetolia from your bones.

I command of you, leave my legions, you morbol-breathed curs. Run away
with one eye on the road behind you. Run quickly, for my riders come
swiftly to bury the worthless.

I call once more. Leave my city, you pitiful, boring apes- Pray that you
find your salvation before your destruction.

Hail the Coming of the New Age,

The King of Aetolia


Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Arios, in the year 269 MA.