STOKING OUR IRE
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Your city in the East stoke the fire,
the flames of Northreach incite our ire.

Flames burn through things natural,
everything within the forest usual.

Your claim to purify will burn to embers,
we will come to burn your city to cinders.

Northreach is not dead but alive,
animals and trees alike to strive.

Stoke Eleusis' collective ire,
we strike your city with fire.

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Silje, Guardian of Nature

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Lupar, in the year 755 AF.