As the war rages on in the North against that of shadow.

We have turned our attentions to prophecies, to that which was wrought in the name of Light Incarnate, the Seraph, and the Djinn. It has foretold many things, though we too of the Earth bear truths in our Apocalyptia.

In seven days, Kald will see its encroaching Shadow Rot, all combined forces of Sapience have rallied to bring weapons, morale, and faith upon these backwoods mortals who exist a simple life.

In eight days, the monolith of the Apocalyptia too faces this Shadow Rot. The final verse of the Apocalyptia is as follows:




And should we falter, so shall the Devourer's ancient bonds be shaken; to stir from sleep dreamless, and in the darkness waken.

And lo shall He open wide His abyssal maw and snap shut His jaws about the world of man to feast.

Our sacred charge shall break upon His ravening hunger, the worldspine rent to dust in the depths of a pitiless void.

And so shall all the peoples of all the worlds weep gelid tears, as Prime collides with Earth in fatal union.

The Pillars will crumble as hope dies. But He shall never be sated.

What was made will be shattered; what was sung will fall silent; time and life and memory shall be but ashes on the wind.

All shall return to Chaos. And it will be the End.




Choose wisely the front in which you battle.

May we never know peace,

Imperator Nipsy Cardinalis

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 15th of Severin, in the year 504 MA.