Heathen,

It has long been the duty of the Legion to tread the lands of our benevolent Father, seeking out the heretical filth wheresoever they may hide. In the cities. In the villages. In the depths of swamps and in the heights of forests, there is no place that falls beyond the Lord's view. There is no place that falls beyond the Lord's reach.

It is well that you have finally understood this fundamental truth, and instead proclaimed the vile deed for all to witness. You hide no more. You cry out your sin. You acknowledge your depravity. You beseech condemnation. You have provided us with the location of your crimes against Sapience, and await only His judgement. So shall it be.


To the people of Raim Vale, it was the city of Enorian who first wronged you. Who twisted you, malformed you, left you as little more than shadows of what you were. It is now the city of Enorian who has wronged you again. What they claimed to be blessings are naught but a new infestation to replace the old. What they claim as cleansing is simply covering one layer of filth with a worse.

They have wronged you twice, and thrice shall not be permitted. I will bring you the only mercy there can be for the abominations you have become.

Your salvation comes, and it is by the sword.

Ever His,

Whirran Arcan-Tetzauh

Herald of Strife

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 9th of Slyphian, in the year 508 MA.