As hundreds of Spirean and Bloodlochian guards lay dead, the leadership
of Undeath cowers~; the Light Purges.

As Bloodloch's Overlords are slain within their own walls, and the Blood
is eradicated, the childer of Abhorash cower.

We are the Purifying Flames, those who will stand up in this Midnight
Age and seek to bring about the Age of Dawn. Through purification or
eradication, Abhorash's line will be eradicated, as will those who would
serve them.

We have made our presence known, through word and deed. We do not fear
you. We do not fear your numbers. We are the Righteous, and we will
prevail, for this sin of Undeath will no longer be tolerated. Our cause
is holy and you are the most unholy.

We have allowed you to fester like an open wound for too long.

There are those among you who will rally to our cause, and you may speak
to me about joining.

There are those of you who will oppose us, and we welcome that, for
perhaps if you're willing to fight for what you believe, there is a
spark of life left in you yet that can be redeemed and turned to our
cause.

This is your only warning. Cast aside the embrace of Undeath, or face
our Fire.

You have been judged, and found lacking.

The sentence, as they say, is death.

D. Qefin





Penned by my hand on the 15th of Khepary, in the year 384 MA.