Pentharian, Lord of the Recycled Gods,

To be honest I could care less if you kill all of my followers, numerous times over. They are just mortals and well, mortals are nothing but parasites. Worms good only for a bit of diversion, before grinding them beneath your heel.

You seem to place significance in these bastards of creation. It must be the fact that you were once, and still are in my mind, just like them. In fact I would wager you would be quite irritated at the death of your little playthings. I would definitely delight in anything, which would cause you a bit of pain, my insignificant little brother.

Thus I present a new mortal contest for my amusement. I will give a divine favor to anyone who offers me an expired 'Follower of Righteousness', followed by a brief message noting the name of the mortal you have offered.

I invite all to partake in my boon to mortality. Let no one say that Sartan cares not for mortalkind.

Sartan, Lord of Evil

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Daedalan, in the year 271 AF.