People of Sapience,

We have all seen the Creator battling for our existence. We have all seen the Father pitted against His greatest foe. A fulcrum approaches, and by the Lord's decree, it is time for a choice to be made. It is time for us to stand with our Creator, or be cut down.


The abominations have dared trespass upon our land. A wretched monument to their hubris raised where Yggdrasil fell, where the Warlord yet holds the line against the death of our World Tree. This will not go unanswered. This will not go unchallenged. Our very world, our very existence, our hopes for a future, ANY future, are at stake.


The Father's triumph is iminent, and we must stand with Him. Some of you would see the land reclaimed by Nature. Some of you would see the land rewritten beneath the boot of Empire. Some of you would study the very underpinnings of His grand design. Whatever your motivation, know this. Refusing to stand with the Father is the abandonment of those motivations. Our everything is on the line. This IS the fight of our lives.


People of Sapience, be you farmer, tailor, cobbler or cook, take up arms. Ready your scythes and your pitchforks, pick up your father's sword, lift down the axe you have kept over the fire. Gather now to the roots of Yggdrasil, to the Warlord's Fortress. Muster at the call to holy war. Rally to the cause of our tomorrow.


This is Sapience. Let us show them what that means.


Ever His,


Whirran Arcan-Tetzauh


Ireti

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 4th of Arios, in the year 511 MA.