My fellow Grook,

I know there are few, and whilst war wages I know all too familiarly the memories we have of such conflict.

I have began collection of reeds, rush and bamboo which has been stockpiled from other places, the marshlands have always been something culturally representative, near to the water, near to the sea
...where the rivers which gave ours life flow.

While I have seen Ulangi, it will never be home again.
Toxic, damaged, barren....left with but the painful memories of the ancestors which once lived there.
While many have perhaps forgotten, I have not. I will never forget our former home.

Let us rebuild.
The Peshwar Delta is teeming with life, with renewal, with ripe opportunity.

I have began, but I will require more, bring your builders, visionaries and dreamers. Let us respect the natural life as we did back in our homeland.

I will do what I can to help, once this war is over.

Let this be the beginning to something grand.

-Archmage Oonagh

Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 11th of Ios, in the year 474 MA.