A sad day dawns upon us. Through treachery has the Messenger been cast
down. Through terrible tragedy has He departed.


All is not lost, I feel it in my very soul. I refuse to believe He is
gone.


I rally you all, to right this injustice and return Luck to the world
once more. Every living being upon this land has felt His hand, pulling
the Strings of Luck as He was wont to do. It is time to fight. There
cannot be any more casualties in this bloodlust.


The time to strike back has arrived. Aim your blades towards the
Usurper, Bal'met; towards Krenindala.


Fate leads us all.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Phaestian, in the year 610 AF.