Greetings Achaea,


Taking advantage of our inner turmoil, and fueled by soldiers who come to their strength elsewhere, the armies of Mhaldor has once again found the courage and strength to strike at Nature's borders. This time they are led by the Rabid Dog Proficy, urged on by the Mad Man Aegoth and kept in check by nagging old wenches such as Melodie. As the world already knows, they see little beyond their own convinctions and insanity.


This comes as no surprise to us of Eleusis, we know these people, have known them for centuries. It is a cycle that spins, shifts and turns continuously. Our ranks will close and our young will grow, as the shade of those before them have moved on and they are brought forth to thrive in the warmth of the sun. Nature will resist and adapt, for every cycle She grows stronger and more resilient against all that harms her. We stand by Her as we always have.


What harm you do we will heal, what soldiers you send our way we will cut down.


- Ahura Rangor Corten, Hierophant of Eleusis

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Chronos, in the year 742 AF.