Fellow Aetolians,

I'm forced to communicate this way, since certain Someones have seen fit
to remove my ability to speak. However, I assure you that the message I
bring is worth reading.

Many of you may have noticed Wedric, as well as a few others dying
earlier by my hand. So it will happen until the burning of the forests
cease. Wedric came, and at first tried to fight. He died, even with
Sigfried's assistance. Then he stopped, and simply came to die.

When a tornado tears through the forest, through house and home, it does
not care whether the people beneath it, caught in its fury, fight back
or not. They die, with the rare exception. However, the survivors do not
come out unscathed. Lady Slyphe is one of the Divine who helps guide the
Duiran Council. I am Her Champion, the Storm's Fury. This has gone on
long enough, and I have delayed becoming actively involved until now.

Those caught in the storm do not get a chance to beg or plead for their
lives. They die. I have waited long enough for these fools to run and
hide from the storm, to take shelter by ceasing their activities.
However, in their ignorance, their blind belief in their ways, they have
ignored it. And now they will feel the Storm's Fury.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Midsummer, in the year 166 MA.