The clash of sword and the wailing of Demons tore the serenity of
Shallam's sewers on this day. The defender's deaths - too many to count.
Their defenses - torn asunder, pried from the very ground they were
rooted in.
This is only the beginning of the plague that will salt the fields of
the East and poison her shores into contagion.
Men, women, children, infants - unto the eyes of Suffering and
Oppression, you are one in the same. The strings will be pulled from the
hands of our Lords and our armies will march onto those who would dare
express their support for the causes of Righteousness, Justice,
Compassion, and Valour.
The children of the East will grow like trees ablaze - wrapped in
turmoil and blinded by the shadow of horror. The sound of their screams
will be harmony resonating like the rythem of the waves within the ear
of the Unholy. Your message is clear: convert or perish.
"The kingdom of our LORD is come nigh unto you."
Sapience, look unto the East as an example of those who would trumpet
the ideals that Evil seeks to wipe from the lands. They will soon
prepare themselves for the end...

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Sarapin, in the year 437 AF.