Spinesreach,

It was the song of war,
its verses writ in sanguine strife;
earth calls earth, earth feeds earth,
and from the earth, eternal life.

Come to us, then.

Come, howling and mad, as you were in the late hours in which you broke bread with Scolrys.

Come in accordance with the ways of old, and collect your debt in crimson, if you can.

May we never know peace.

Paxe Visara
Thronekeeper of Bones

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 23rd of Chakros, in the year 5 AC.