People of Sapience!

Pay no heed to the wailing cries of a Legion that has lost its way. March not to the drumbeats of Strife without end. We need not be leashed to a Father who has turned His gaze from us any longer.

The Celestine has not beheld Sapience as worthwhile in eons. Indeed, Lexadhra has seen fit to show us that at the slightest provocation, He would do away with Sapience and flee, caring only for His own self-worship. To worship Him is to worship nothing, for that is what you will see in return.

Sapience need not labor beneath the Yoke of the Celestine for a moment longer. It is time we slipped the leash - it is time we ceased to be Varian's dogs, and joined this world in truth, in all its majesty - and indeed, not just this world, but the entirety of the planes, who fight against a greater foe than any other: Mother Black, most heinous and most foul.

There is a Dawn about to break, brothers and sisters, if we could only unburden ourselves from the oppression of the Father Negligent, the Creator Absentia! The Dawn lies beyond His selfish ire! March not for the Legion, but for yourselves - for Sapience in truth! Look to the sun, and know its Truth!

Those of you who can fight: FIGHT! Take up arms, and know that you march beneath the auspices of the Goddess of Battle, who triumphs far above Strife. Ask for a spear, and you shall receive it; beg a shield, and you shall bear it. Become as unto a bulwark against the forces that would see you continue a slave to Varian's machinations.

Reject Varyanism. Embrace freedom.

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 5th of Chakros, in the year 511 MA.