The Infernals officialy declare war on your guild.
We will kill you and all yours any time they leave your city, and perhaps even when they do not.

-well, as I said before, Epicurus does not teach creative writing. I was unable to rhyme with guild. This declaration means that we will, as a guild and our allies, ambush, team, vortex, hoist, or anything in our power to push you all back to the stone age (or as Swordman so aptly puts it, the wood age, which is less significant than stone age). And since I know full well that your sister guild will leap to defend your holier than absolutely nobody tin men, the priests may include themselves in this declartion by default.
You may be asking why our guild does this at just this time. I could come with a long list of grievances, like I am sick of Caerid convocating me for the fourth time since the church so magnanamously "forgave" me, or that you all have the chivalry of 10 year old children, but really, I think it just boils down to me being petty. Color me evil, mean, and narrow minded, but I just want to see you all dead. We may call it off at some point, we may not. Let us see what fortune brings us. As for the rest of Shallam, we only intend you harm if you get in our way. For the most part, the non church members of the city are reasonable people.
This post will likely unleash a torent of rhetoric in response, which I can tell you all now, I honestly dont care to respond to. Honestly, I just want to see your guild dead. Thats all.
Consider this declaration the most chivalrous part of this war from our side. Personally, I am just jealous as hell that your paladins have the corner on the market when it comes to evil. Chaotic evil, but still evil. No longer will I allow you to outshine us with your nasty behaviour. We reclaim what is rightfully ours.
With this, I bid you all a really depressing day.
-the Sinistar

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Chronos, in the year 242 AF.