Last year most of you received identical letters informing
you of the current climate between our two Tribes. These
were sent to your attention because your leader, who is
charged with guiding and protecting you, has been concealing information
which has and will prove harmful to you. Now
with our past actions and future intentions clear, you have
no deluded perceptions of the truth, nor petty ignorance
to cower behind.

Your "prophetess," was given thee months to respond to our
correspondence and accept the inevitability that is the
Day of Restoration. Since she has failed to do so, the
Curia Spiritus declare war on your broken house of
planeswalkers. Just as the constellations trade positions of prominence
in the night skies, the Curia Spiritus will now
be the ones imbued with special power and significance as
the Spirit Walkers House falters into Darkness.

The incompetence of your leadership has lead us to this
drastic situation, and they will now see those who serve
under them slain, their bodies rotting and their heads
piled high until the prior pledge of reconciliation is
honoured.

For those of you who do not seek war with us, there is a
place amongst us for you within our Tribe. You are welcome
to walk the True path with us, or walk the Halls of Maya by
our hands.

Choose wisely. Death is coming.



Penned by my hand on the 14th of Sarapin, in the year 575 AF.