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Public News Post #20073

Regarding Eleusis

Written by: Daeir Wintermourne, Prism of Light
Date: Monday, October 16th, 2017
Addressed to: Scion Erhael, Guardian of Nature


Scion,

Nature suffers no greater blight on her existence than the paltry, feckless excuse for wardens that now reside the Village of Eleusis.

Once, many years ago, the defenders of Nature stood side-by-side with Targossas in the defense of Sapience during the Reckoning. Against the world did the two triumph, the combined might of every other citystate unable to hold a candle to forestal might intertwined with Devotional purpose.

It was a tenuous, uneasy alliance. But as with all things, adversity peeled back the veil of doctrine and ideology and revealed only those of two walks of life casting aside the ties that bind, to preserve Creation's future and growth. For a brief, painfully ephemeral moment, it was glorious.

Now?

You have bled away the talent and minds that once shaped you. Driven to the depths of depravity by the maddening, ceaseless droning of your ineffectual impotence, these once great men and women have been ushered away into despair and despondency, forced to find salvaging purpose in creeds that diminish everything they once worked to achieve.

You may blame them as you wish. Harp on of 'cycles' and seasons, or whatever ideological piffle helps you endure the stinging, ceaseless loss of your identity. Stride blindly forward believing that your path will return you to relevancy in due course, if you must.

Meanwhile, the Genesis stirs. Kosuira's gelid tomb stands as a testament to our future as a people divided in the face of the encroaching darkness.

The endless cold of the Outer Reaches grows ever stronger. The agents of the Infernal Throne churn into motion once more. The Dark Father looms, tendrils of His influence felt upon the realm. The children of the Malevolent One grow fat from their spoils of the forest.

Open your eyes to the Truth. Creation will not wait for you.

Grow.

In service to the Lightbringer,
Daeir Wintermourne
Prism of Light

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Valnuary, in the year 754 AF.


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