Citizens of Mhaldor,

On this day, the 3rd of Aeguary, 631 years after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire, the unadulterated truth of Evil has been made known.

On the 9th of Lupar, 626 AF, our cities entered into a state of war. Five years later, following the systematic slaughter of all of your guards, the destruction of your city gates, the Stygian crossroads, and your paltry guardhouses, the methodical splintering of a dozen or more of Sartan's shrines - and well knowing your foolish pride - I have drawn these hostilities to a close.

Let the annihilation of Mhaldor stand as a warning to all who would set themselves against Light and Fire. All who would stand opposed to the natural growth of Creation - all who would seek to taint it, to subjugate it, to twist it to their own selfish purposes - all of Creation's enemies shall meet this same end.

Mhaldor preaches strength, Sapience. Archfiend Zii Amseli comes to you begging for you to join their misguided cause. Today, as I write to you all from within Mhaldor's own newsroom, unhindered, unharried, know that the strength they preach is a lie.

The teachings of Evil, the so-called Seven Truths, stand only as a testament to those foolish and arrogant enough to think that they might subjugate Ayar's gift of Creation. There is no strength here, there is no greatness - no advancement: Mhaldor shall ever produce only weak and pitiful pawns, sorrowful and shameful wretches fit only for mindless and blind obedience to misguided leaders and a twisted God.

True strength is in unity. True strength is in committing yourself to a cause greater than yourself - a cause dedicated not to selfish pursuits, but to the advancement, unhindered, of Creation itself.

True strength, Sapience, is in Good. It is in Light, it is in Righteousness, it is in Purity and in Growth. True strength, as has been made plain, is in Targossas.


In Their eternal service,

Silas Maynard
Dawnlord of Targossas

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Aeguary, in the year 631 AF.