You breed like vermin and we shall hunt you as vermin. The Giver of
Breath demands and His chosen require more - expect more - and will have
what we want.

You have tainted our lands, blighted our waters, and filled the air with
your stench. No longer will we abide by this plague of earthly flesh.

Blessed are the chosen! Blessed are the Atav!


Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 2nd of Severin, in the year 457 MA.