You name yourselves the shield, the flame, and the hand that passes judgment, but the children of Dia'ruis know judgment's true form. It does not wear the mask of hypocritical faith, only the impenetrable, inevitable gaze of He Who Watches All Ends.

Let this serve as notice that the priesthood of the Praadi will move likewise, and turn the flesh of Her enemies into tilled soil to feed Her everbloom.

The names of those who have trespassed against our sacred lirathyar have been writ on sacred scrollwork in crimson, which will be burned before the year is up, and its ashes will be scattered upon the Great Oak in Asheira's blessed name.

Know that your names have already been whispered into the hollows of its roots, and your voices will become lost and forgotten within the chorus of the Wild Hunt.

- Watcher of the Old World
- Tiarna an-Kiar
- Heir to Vo'acha, the Shadow

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 20th of Celes, in the year 9 AC.