Your threats are as pathetic as your cause. The fate of this plane and the fathomless others that constitute the multiverse was written long before Nature was created, before time was counted. All things that have a beginning must have an end and Nature is no exception.

I would hardly expect your followers to understand this. I have yet to meet anyone who could be called a scholar within the village. Alas, some people are just not meant to understand the plain and simple truths.

Bring us your convictions, your threats, your assumptions, your misconceptions and the Priesthood of Lord Babel will return them with ruin. You are certainly not the first to oppose the God of Oblivion and sadly you will not be the last. Pray that the sycophants of Nature do not draw the ire of my Master. With blood will you be made to see, with chaos you will be made to understand. And when the forests are naught but ash alongside the rest of Creation, in that moment before all is one with the Void, you will know that you have failed.


Hirst da'Miras
Cult of Oblivion

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Mayan, in the year 765 AF.