Kikon, you and those of the Spires have made your decree.

I challenge your decree, and hereby lay my own decree and
a challenge to all.
The lands sit still with no to little reposonse to your words.

I will not.

I was born of Hashan. And even in my rebirth and new
form of what trolls where before Corruption twisted them
and Valor took pity, yet I still die for Hashan. For years
they have suffered. A once great and arrogant city, great
and proud trolls. Now they waste away in ruins.
Spinesreach claims debt of Hashan. I say what has the
Spires done for Hashan and its people. I say that debt is
paid.

To Bokag, you and I have disagreed in all the years. I have
tried to gain your ear, I have spoken with the young and
sick in your city walls. Aide is at your call.

The kin of Craneskull are strong and the kin of Mostyn Isle
are strong, so can Hashan be strong again. Long have I
tried to show our shaman the ways of the forest. Long have
I tried to show our warriors the way of the hunter. These
ways are strong. They are enduring.

Kikon and the Spires have laid their decree, so I lay
mine. I challenge all who seek Change, Hope, Valor,
Passion, Fire and the Rhythm to place your shrines in
Hashan and place your aide at their call. You who seek to
push back the darkness, to aleve suffering, to heal those
that are sick. Give Hashan your aide.

To you Yhog, self called Prince of Hashan, LEAD. Or
remove your invented title. And to the God of Valor, I
challenge You to Favor those You once favored.

If none of you come to the call, if no shrines are placed,
then I Naahul of Hashan, Troll reborn human will alone be
a pillar of Hope for the Trolls of Hashan. I will bleed for
my people until they find their Hope.

I have laid my mark, you have made your decree,
winters first snow falls. . .

Naahul

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Khepary, in the year 229 MA.