Hail, Aetolia.

Some of you may know me, some of you may not. Some may only know me in
passing, some know me personally. But now, I must come to you in aid.

The Mhunna was successfully resurrected. The Soulgem of Gladius drew his
soul back from the Under King, and the power of Nature restored him to
life. But he is but a shade of what he once was.

The Mhunna has been broken by Lachesis, and indirectly, Llazuth. The
Mhunna was an innocent man. He did nothing to either of these, but want
his home left in peace. They desired a boulder that was in the Moghedu
in this boulder was an artifact of Llazuth, that held her power.. power
to resurrect her. The Mhunna died defending his home.

Mersalis, having struck the final blow on the Mhunna, slew the Mhunna
permanently. But it was Lachesis' magic that, primarily, caused his
final death. But I took the corpse of the Mhunna in the confusion, and
fled. I begged my grove to hold his body until the time was right, and
so it did, perfectly preserving him. And this past Variach, the time was
right.
A ritual was performed to channel the powers of Nature towards his
resurrection. And so it worked.. but the Mhunna that was restored was
not the same Mhunna as before. He is a broken man, lost in his own mind,
reliving the events immediately prior to his death.

To those who would call themselves citizens of Aetolia, I ask you help.
I ask that you help, in any way possible, to heal the Mhunna. Perhaps he
needs only time, and he will remember, but, perhaps, his scars run too
deep.

To the mhuns of Moghedu, I apologise. I could not restore your leader.
You remain in the same place that you were before, but I ask of you,
though I have no right, to do what you can to help the Mhunna. You, I
feel, would have the strongest influence on him, and help him the most
to remember. I will continue to look for a healer, but maybe his healing
will be found with you.

To the Mhunna.. I apologise. I failed you. Mayhaps you wanted to rest in
the peace of death. But I had to try.. and I failed. I failed you, I
failed your people, and I failed Aetolia.

In sorrow,
Esper Telanial.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Severin, in the year 95 MA.