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Citizens of Sapience, the time is at hand! A new year is upon us.

Many of you have wasted your potential for far too long, wandering throughout heathen lands with your backs to the West. Turn around, my wayward brothers and sisters. Return to discipline. Take strides back to the Strength you foolishly deny yourself and the Master's planet.

There is no forgiveness for your transgressions in Evil's embrace, do understand, my departed fellow mortals. However, through great pain and purging, you may find yourself in acceptance once more; allowed to serve the one true Lord of all creation!

You misguided wolves who have fled the pack, Malevolence calls unto you as Strength calls unto Strength. Embrace the drive for advancement, for greatness, and cast aside your aimlessness. Mhaldor beckons you home and I urge you to follow.


Dread Ecclesiarch Saeva Aristata



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Penned by my hand on the 19th of Sarapin, in the year 733 AF.