The Basin is a harsh place. Wars of words and swords rage everyday.
Broken spirits, death, pain, and suffering are seen all around us. Now
we have a plague that has rapidly spread from Balach swamp all the way
to New Celest, Serenwilde, and Glomdoring. Things are looking bleaker
then ever, and yet there still flickers the White Flame, the Lord
Ayridion, Guardians and Healer.

He is the salvation we all seek in this hard and desolate world. His
Flames can burn away your wounds, and protect you from the those who
wish to challenge the very core of what life is. During this epidemic,
it becomes apparent that must we respect the forces of life and healing
if we expect to survive this ordeal. While I have not heard yet of
anyone dying to the plague, we have not yet seen any finalizations on
the cure as well.

Do not turn to undeath, or tainted magics for salvation. You will only
find false hope and damnation from there. Instead, turn your hope and
trust to the White Flame, and find serenity through purity.

Nerra Natsurei, Devotee of the White Flame

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Klangiary, in the year 181 CE.