My Fellow Aetolians,

Darkness came upon us for late as the sword of truth that Lord Lanos had
used to seal the rift had been corrupted and broken. The shadow beasts
have roamed sapience and we have fought them off in a unity one could
not have imagined. Yet danger remains and we must be aware of this. The
rift is not yet sealed and strange sightings still go about the planes.
I bring to you something to think about and ponder on what lies behind
this message

Lord Lanos, The Lord of Truth ones taught the world that there are many
truths, and so does now his blade the Sword of Truth. When seen for the
first time it bestows upon us a vision different to every class and race
here beneath this message you will find them all put together.

Also found of late is a shadow priest that stands on the cliffs near the
ocean by Tasur'Ke, beneath the visions you can learn what he had to say
to us Aetolians. Keep each other up to date and notify people if you see
anything that is not as it was before, many believe that the danger is
not yet over and the worst is yet to come.

Stand tall, stand strong, stand together,

-Sir Pjoll Cardinalis, the White Falcon-

SHADOWSNAKES: Slowing for a moment, you pause to consider yourself. For
you, truth has always been what you made of it. Through subterfuge and
careful manipulation, you have always been able to twist the truth of
others. And yet, the truth you hold in your heart knows no alterations,
and cannot be measured by your abilities."

SENTINEL: Slowing for a moment, you pause to consider yourself. You have
learned much from the animals of the forests and jungles of the land,
and your travels have taken you far and wide. Your knowledge touches
upon the truths of the world, and upon the wonders of nature. Its beauty
and complexity are unmatched, and your life can press forward in search
of its splendor."

MONK: "Understanding and self-perfection weigh heavily upon your mind as
you begin to consider yourself. Your ways bring you new understanding as
you contemplate your existance in its entirety, and yet the truth still
evades you. Continued search is the only answer, and you resolve
yourself to its eventual accomplishment.

PRIESTS: Slowing for a moment, you pause to consider yourself. Faith in
your friends, in your dreams, and in the truths of eternity fills your
heart with joyous hope. The world's darkness is only a step away from
daybreak in the presence of your truths, and your hope burns through the
darkness to reveal the wonders of the world."

OCCULTIST: "Slowing for a moment, you pause to consider yourself. Your
knowledge is great and your understanding grows by the day and yet you
consider yourself still lacking in knowledge of the truth of the
universe. There is far more to learn that you can ever hope to grasp,
but still the drive to learn and know controls

CONSANGUINE: "Slowing for a moment, you pause to consider yourself.
Darkness has filled your heart, and the hunger has gripped your flesh
and bones. And yet you find a subtle truth in the struggle for
existance, and this growth and understanding can push the limits of your
powerful form to new heights."

MAGI: "Slowing for a moment, you pause to consider yourself. Within the
ways of magic your will has worked many wonders. You make your own truth
through the manipulation of will, and yet still the truths of the world
escape you. So much remains to know, to work, to will. Its pursuit is
enough to last an eternity of searching."

PALADINS: "Slowing for a moment, you pause to consider yourself. The
shining light of truth and the fires of perfection have drawn your
destiny. Your righteous actions and moral standards bring you new
understanding of truth, of justice, and of honor. Faith in the eternal
nature of truth burns strong in your heart."

INFERNAL: "Slowing for a moment, you pause to consider yourself. Your
honor has been your truth, and nothing can dispute its validity. Your
pride is strong, and carries your goals and hopes in the might of your
glory. The truths of the world however are lost in the fray, and you
wonder if there isn't more than just the burning passion of your will."

DRUID: Slowing for a moment, you pause to consider yourself. The forests
have always been your home, and with it an understanding of the truths
of nature. And yet, you are unsure if you honestly know the whole of the
truth of the wilderness. Its beauty and complexity are unmatched, and
your life can press forward in search of its truths."

RAJAMALAN: Prowling silently through the thick underbrush of the jungle,
you are aware of every motion that occurs around you. The shifting of
shadows, the writhing of a tropical snake, the fluttering of a
brightly-colored bird all tug at the edges of your awareness. You come
to a break in the jungle, a cliff overlooking a dense rainforest valley,
and emerge proudly surveying your domain."

ATAVIAN:"You glide gently above the hustle and bustle of the city,
soaring upwards to clear the ramparts. After several minutes of aimless
flight, you spy a cliffside overlooking a deep valley. Flapping your
wings quickly, you gain speed and rush up to the cliff and drop over the
edge at an alarming speed. You suddenly unfurl your wings and veer away
from the quickly-approaching ground, laughing at the freedom that you
possess in flight."

HUMAN "Freezing tundra, sweltering deserts and rocky wastes stretch
before you, an extraordinary journey flashing before your eyes. Time
slows to the present moment, and you make your way up a grassy rise to
gain a vantage point. Your accomplishments and adaptations along your
journey have been many, and you smile to yourself in congratulations as
you reach the crest of the hill."

XORAN: "Your leathery skin cracks in response to the harsh, wintry
elements. As the cold closes in upon you, a great warmth builds within
you. Inhaling deeply, your breath is entwined with the churning flames
inside your chest. With a mighty roar you spew forth a firey torrent of
flame, instantly dispelling the icy cold and incinerating your
surroundings."

MHUN: "You wind your way through an underground tunnel, leaping quickly
over rubble and other obstructions. Following behind is a group of your
fellow Mhun, taking care to stick closely together. Your band moves
quickly and fluidly through the cramped tunnel, dodging those sent forth
to stop you in your progress. You are relieved to finally emerge from
the underground passage unscathed."

TROLL: "An enormous surge of rage courses through you as you swing your
weapon at your foe. With an audible crunch, your weapon tears through
your opponent's spine just at the base of his skull. The decapitated
head bounces away from the slumping body and you give a mighty roar of
power, thrusting your weapon upwards in a celebratory yell of defiance."

GROOK: "You pour over countless volumes of magical tomes, absorbing the
knowledge contained within at a rapid pace. The candles within the damp,
dark library flicker, disturbed by an underground breeze. With a
particularly sharp gust, the candles are extinguished, and you gather
the most sacrosanct of the texts to your bosom. Regretfully, you leave
the library, casting one last glance at the volumes that you are leaving
behind."

TSOL'AA: of light, You find yourself consumed in the heat of the Sword
of Truth. The lonely, piercing Cry of a Raptor comforts you as you swing
easily through the treetops, a reminder that you are the sole sentient
creature in the wide expanse of woodland beauty. A soft breeze glides
past you as you move about the forest, Bathing you in the crisp air of
the wilderness."

DWARF: a grand hall stretches before you, brimming with your proud
Dwarven brethren. You seem to know inherently that you have come
together in a time of need, loyal to your nobel Dwarven leader. Your
voice bursts from your chest to join the other in a cheer, hearty and
passionate, as you and your fellow march out of the hall, following your
trusted leader.

HORKVAL: Epitome of Pain says, "A great buzzing surrounds you, the
supportive and reassuring banter of your brethren working together to
complete a great task. The group works quickly and fluidly, a flawless
machine striving to accomplish one goal. You feel at ease in your role
and, after giving the rest of your team an approving smile, return to
the task before you.

KELKI: Great squid and stingrays drift about at the edge of your field
of view, unimportant now that you have begun to concentrate on the task
at hand. The mechanisms of the gadget are fascinating, requiring every
bit of your attention. As you snap the last part into place, you give a
triumphant yell, elated that you have completed your project. You swim
quickly from your secret alcove to reveal your brilliance to your
peers."

IMP: Scampering Quickly through the crowded city streets, you hear the
commotion caused by a huge group of irate individuals chasing you. You
cackle with glee as you overturn a cart of apples, causing your pursuers
to trip and stumble across the road. Ducking into a nearby shop, you
yank on a heavy rope, causing a huge barrel of water to be dumped upon
the heads of those sprawling in the streets. A side door proves to be a
convenient exit, and you escape, giggling and victorious.

SHADOWPRIEST (on the rather dead shadowmother): The Beautiful Mother,
known formally as Qisythan saifyr. I am a Priest of Her Order, devoted
to exploring solitude and secrets, among other things." The Mother would
be pleased to year you calling Her by Her formal title. This is not the
name that She prefers to be known by in day to day useage, however. Her
informal name today, She tells me, is Sarefailen." "The name of the
Mother changes on Her whim and on the seasons. As I study love and the
cold turmoil it causes, the snow falling in the hearts of lovers appears
solemn and soft. Sarefailen holds these attributes within Her today."

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Khepary, in the year 82 MA.