It has come to my attention the weakness Duiran has shown to Sapience.
It's will that has been broken by one man. Duiran, in the past, has done
nothing but scavange for what they can get, a Maggot to rival the
maggots on the highway. Also, in the past, Duiran has treaded grounds
they had no rights to tread, the Morgun is ours. It was ours, it was
Corrupt, it was beautiful, it was correct. That ended, the forest lay
broken. The Morgun would never come again, a battlefield that has been
fought over many times.

Thus to Duiran, I tell you, that the Aalen is mine, it is ours. It will
become the new Morgun, it will become greater then such, and it will not
wither away. To stand in our way will be your destruction. Every forest
will be destroyed, over and over, mass extermination, mass fire, mass
death. In the end you will know the true Terror, the Terror of Despair.
Your forests will be gone, and all you'll be left with for company is
the despair of you and your Pride. To admit defeat is to save yourself,
and all the forests, exception of Aalen. A new birth will occur in the
Aalen, the seed of Corruption was sown there long ago, and it is time to
reap the benefits of it's birth. Yet again, if you oppose us, your
corpses and your shrivelled heads will line the major highways of
Sapience, and all that pass it will know, you stood in our way. Soon
enough, you will know either the Mother of Corruption or the Underking
more, depending on your choice.

Despair, you are broken.

Iliphar Laurn

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Slyphian, in the year 178 MA.