It is no surprise to see Prelates of the Holy Church stand and give
praise to Cyrenian half-men, Ithmian savages and other mercenaries. This
graveside diplomacy, conducted over the despoiled remains of your wives
and daughters, must seem now a common indignity. The years have
accustomed you to Eastern hypocrisy, the half-uttered slogans of your
would-be protectors. Even the most blindly devout must recognise a Holy
Church bent on self-preservation, trading away the lives of your
children and calling it compromise.

We grieve how they forsake you and still more that you deserve it. You
cling to backwards mythologies of Light and innocence like a talisman,
like primitives raging against the march of progress. This world has
moved on. A plague of dragons grows year by year, fed and fattened on
Eastern indifference. Cyrenians and Mhaldorians, Ashtani and Eleusians,
Hashani and Churchmen are bound together in common disdain for your
helplessness and piety. For the gold in your pockets, for the experience
of your bloodshed, for the essence of your bodies - we strike you down
because you let us.

Man must be his own salvation. If you would spare yourselves damnation
in these times of crisis, you must adapt. Survival is not a right,
rescue is not imminent, and help is not on the way. Turn your eyes upon
the West, build your future upon Truths that have not faltered and have
not faded. Live without the constraints of Virtue and nothing will
denied you.


In service,

Father Coldraven


Penned by my hand on the 20th of Aeguary, in the year 563 AF.