Hail Aetolia!

Perhaps many of you have seen the deaths that I have caused recently, or
heard the echoing cries of my suffering victims. I know many of you
have, for you have questioned me as to my purpose. Normally I do not
take the time to explain myself to weaklings, but since it is more
expedient than simply destroying you all to silence you, here I am.

The druids thought it was wise to enemy me, or perhaps they didn't even
think that, but it was their decision to make, just as it is my decision
to destroy them for their impudence. For those of you who have decided
that you wish to become involved and join forces against me; I welcome
you! You will simply provide more essence for myself and for the great
Mother that I serve. If you wish to cease your futile but amusing
attempts at harming me, simply say so. I am generous, I have all the
sport that I lust for.

There are those among you that are foolish and self destructive beyond
all belief! For you have chosen to either lead the presumptuous
organizations that chose the method of their own destruction or who
have, in your ignorance and naivety, also chosen your method of self
destruction. Me.

These are the ones who will be shown no mercy, your deaths will be equal
to those that you heaped upon my friend Wedric, who is a far more
deserving man than your total sum could ever amount to. The manner of
your death has already been revealed to most of you, stripping the flesh
from your organs and tearing the steamy mass asunder before feasting
upon it.

You will come to know death and fear, for death and fear will always be
with you. You will cower in your little forest like frightened children,
praying to the gods to strike me down for you have not the strength to
do so on your own. Your twisted and feeble bodies will litter the
landscape like discarded husks with the terror of your own weakness
stamped upon your decaying and maggot eaten faces. You will know dread,
you will know terror, you will know agony. You will know the all
consuming darkness and despair of the Mother of Corruption.

Those of you have seen death at my hand, know this: You have only seen
the beginning of my malice, there will be no dawn for those who oppose
me, my reign of darkness is only yet begun. Your agony will flow across
the lands like the freshly spilled blood of a young girl, drenching me
in your precious, precious pain.

Xarian.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Severin, in the year 178 MA.