Dearest Targossians,

As Mhaldor enters a new age, the armies of Evil grow larger and stronger. New prospects arrive at our gates, begging for enslavement to the the will of the Malevolent One, and the Master extends to them the shackles that will eventually set them free. Although I imagine the crumbling of your shrines to your heathen Gods is nothing new to you at this point, you shall have to forgive me for bringing destruction upon them once again - our new slaves need proper orientation, and nothing does this better than blood and ruin.

This particular time, however, I thought it apt to not simply leave it at that. Rather, I wish to deliver a simple message, so heed it well: Evil is the only true path, the only chance this weakness-saturated world has at survival. Those who do not accept it will perish. There is no other option. Long ago, the faithful of Mhaldor impaled themselves upon a stalagmite on a mountain to prove their dedication to Him. Their reward was both the return of their Master and the great fortress of Baelgrim.

Now, I offer you a similar opportunity. Standing proudly amongst the remains of your false Gods' crumbled shrines is a bloodsteel stalagmite. Offer yourself unto Him and you too may revel in the Strength and glory that Evil brings. Decry the tenets of Good, and embrace the shackles of service to the Malevolent One. If you refuse this offer, this is only the beginning of your Suffering. A new age begins, and all shalt walk in fear.

In Service to Him,

Xinna
Dread Emissary

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Lupar, in the year 668 AF.