Hail from the Trees whom walk among the spirits!

Singing upon the wind are the whispered curses of Targossas. Your blight is a curse of nature as you readily turn upon the spirits of it. Your curses are a manifest of your will, as you use the sympathetic magicks of the spirits. Do you feel them Targossas? Do your cries of anguish drown the anguish of Nature within your city or the anguish of spirits unheard within your walls?

RELENT! And hear the Foundation and the Apex of Creation!

Allow the curses you spew to have direction and name among the light. Walk among the spirits with a shaman and not against them. Allow the shaman to touch the spirits of your city, at least if not among them, then as allies of them and witness their contribution to Creation, the Light, and Righteousness!

Sincerely,
Seer Achimrst, Etheric Shaman of Nature

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Chronos, in the year 669 AF.