Villagers, Basin wide - you have been subjected to the same horror as
the cities, and communes, and even those of other planes have faced.

I know you have not been given much comfort, or reassurance in this time
of crisis - not many of us have, we all feel the terror, and worry. But
stay strong! Even when you are plagued by tentacle filth, remember, we
will always come to aide you, those who have chosen to work with us, be
it you have chosen Serenwilde, New Celest, or Magnagora.

We would not ask you to take up arms directly - we will not even ask you
to follow us to the depths of the astral plane, in search of those items
which could help tip the scales in such a situation.

All we can ask, is that you also remain strong, and loyal - the fact you
follow us, even in times of such despair, and the very possible threat
of total annihilation lifts many spirits, and gives us the strength to
pursue on. Not just for the good of ourselves, but for the entire basin,
for everyone's way of life.

People of the mining villages Rockholm, Southgard, Angkrag. Those in the
seaside villages of Delport and Stewartsville. Dairuchi, in the desert
sands, and Acknor, Estelbar with your fields...Stay strong, and loyal to
us - and we shall stay the same for you.

With less poisonous words than usual,

Bricriu, the Poison Tongue.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Dioni, in the year 114 CE.