It seems that the barest hint of conflict has made Dhar's Order crumble. His people that whispered pious threats into my mind mere weeks before have scattered to the wind under our relentless onslaught.

His followers are nothing when they have to stand without their armies against the might of Earth. They abandoned their Lord at the barest hint of conflict.

To quote Dhar, "a weak god, with a weak flock"


Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 18th of Variach, in the year 502 MA.