To Sapience at large.

The call comes to you in voices united.

The War Commanders, Fezzix and Stine, The Divine of our Pantheon, The United City-States of the Grey Accord, The People of all Races.

Unite. Prepare. Perservere

Shutter your doors and windows and seek to protect the young and elderly. There is not much time, but there is enough if you make haste. Stockpile whatever food and materials cherished. Share what you may offer.

The continent requires all able bodies to take up arms, dust off your armour and find rank in your allied protectorate, be it Bloodloch, Spinesreach, Duiran, Enorian, or Esterport. We call to meet with the local militias and prepare. Strengthen your chosen divine, and stand firm in a war the likes has not been seen for ages.

We await your coming, we stand for you together, for our people and our faith.


Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 2nd of Khepary, in the year 476 MA.