Defenders of the wilds, you claim to be but your actions serve the wilds
for nothing.

You have allowed that which you swore to defend to rot and decay with
your apathy and greed. You have abandoned your posts and will pay dearly
for it, the wilds call for the blood of those who have failed it, and it
will flow until the grounds of the forests are fully fertilized with it.

This will be my gift and your toll

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Chakros, in the year 225 MA.