Oh hail Basin of Life, glorious home of the harlots of Elohora, and the
fools of Maiden, Moon, dominion of the Mighty Magnagora, the Empire
reborn into Undeath, in the cradle of the Taint. Only a blind fool has
lived these past few days without know the ongoings of the two cities,
and Celest's lackey. Or perhaps the city, the commune, and the Seren's
lackey. I shall leave it to you to decide who is who's proverbial
"bitch" in that relationship. All I can say is it sounds like the whore
Maeve must be in heat.

Regardless, I have heard the Seren likes to place blame on Magnagora for
their alliance with New Celest, sleeping with the sluts and whores that
serve that greedy bitch Elohora, and the Two Faced Goddess. Numbering
among these "issues" with Magnagora, my actions on the Ethereal. I will
not deny that, over the past few months, nigh on fourty some Fae have
died to my hands, and thusly fed to the Devourer of Souls. And none of
you seem to understand why. This is no action of the city in which I now
reside. This has to with a more personal vendetta. However, I shall
forgive and forget. I slay these idiotic fae that serve the
aforementioned whore Maeve to replace the power lost to Seren whom find
it part of their prerogative to hunt on the Earth Plane, and use the
essence for whatever ends they use them for.

So, as a personal promise. For every Seren I find on the Earth Plane, or
hear of, I shall make a small, personal sojourn into the Faethorn, and
kill a few more fae. That bitch Butter does not seem to like staying
dead. Nor does that little girl.

Erion the Faeslayer

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Estar, in the year 109 CE.