Today, Ashtan faced a grave crisis. Because of the Archons' great
courage in naming Me the Matron of Ashtan and, thus, replacing Sartan as
Patron, the Lord of Evil, in a fit of rage, took it upon Himself to
attack My Great Pyramid. I retaliated by calling forth the forces of
Chaos, change and transformation, and altered reality to banish Sartan's
temple from Ashtan. Indeed, evil no longer resides in Ashtan, at least
not as Sartan's seat of power.

Sartan had his last laugh, however, and released the Forces of Evil upon
Ashtan. Fire rained down upon the city and hordes of daemons were sent
forth to slay the citizens of Ashtan. But for the courage and bravery
Asthan warriors, Ashtan might still be besieged by the Horde. After the
daemons were beaten back, I sent the cooling rains of choas to restore
the city's building and put out any remaining fires.

Thus, Ashtan meets Chaos and knows Chaos is change. Thus, Evil
transforms to coil within the depths, preparing to rise again in new
guises. Good luck, I say, to Sartan in whatever new paths He chooses to
trod. But Ashtan goes forward. Has it not been said, that which does not
destroy us makes us stronger? So, be strong! Ashtan, City of Freedom,
bring forth your philosophers and clowns! Your warriors and mystics!
Your bright times and sad! Ashtan, bring forth your future!

Eris, Goddess of Chaos

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Miraman, in the year 292 AF.