Fairest Sapience, dire is my need for you to hear,

I was resting in the arms of my beloved wife, when I was struck
blind and a story began to unfurl itself in my mind's eye. It was
delivered to me in great urgency and with amazing clarity. I come
to you today as prophet of a great doom. My mind was taken in
the hands of the divine and I was given a message and I was bid
to tell all who would listen.

The Death's Heart is here, and is now being prepared for a
final ritual: The awakening of the Deathbringer, Thoth, Lord
of Blight. It is true, he has no love for the undead, but be the
warned, people of Achaea! he has no love for the living! Indeed
he revels in the dying of the spirit and in the breaking of the body!
I saw with horrible certainty, the eyes of the Dread God gazing down
at me, and I felt my soul ebb away from me in death and the
Manscythe grinned and there was a terrible booming of laughter.
My soul cut away for merryment.

Pray divine! Please! If you love life, if you love another, if
you have love for you family, for you brothers in arms, for
your lover, or for children, whether they be yours, another's
or orphans, rally beneath the banner of life! The broken birds,
fallen from the sky...I have seen them being fed to the Death's
Heart...and I have seen it grow and gain vitality from its meal.
We must stop it, we must starve it, we must smash it. It is a
curse, a vessel for the ultimate disease.

The Priestess of Life knows how to convert the evil energy
in the fallen fowl to a benign cause. Help her in her labour and
seek to find an end to the Death's Heart and we may still find
salvation. Salvation not only for me, or for you, or for your
circle of loved ones, nay, for the salvation of all Sapience and
indeed the salvation of the future prosperity!

The Sight council me in this,
Seer Fetzer

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Miraman, in the year 241 AF.