FILTHY UTTER WASTE OF INK! THE SERENWILDE IS NOT DISEASED - IT IS THAT
MALIGNANT MASS OF DECAYING, ROTTEN, CORRUPTED AND POLLUTED WOOD THAT YOU
GARBAGE CALL HOME! HOW DARE YOU INSULT MOTHER MOON - FOR IT IS IN HER
LIGHT THAT WE DANCE AND ARE GIVEN LIFE, IT IS HER GRACE THAT GIVES US
THE STRENGTH TO PIERCE THE SHADOWY LIES OF NIGHT! HOW DARE YOU INSULT
SUCH A BEAUTIFUL FOREST, BY CALLING YOUR TINDER GREATER IN ANY WAY THAN
THE WILDE!

...That is, of course, unless you're referring to it's ability to burn,
jump off high places, and crash hard into the ground. To fail where even
Celest, a city, succeeds. You mock our decision to give help to Celest -
it is not the Wilde's decision. It is strong-handed Malicia's decision.
It is simple-minded Kalo's decision. It is heavy-willed Terenas'
decision. It is gentle Ashteru's decision. It is not the Wilde's
decision. The Wilde does not ally with a city. Now, or ever, or so I can
only hope.

As to your filthy garble about my fair Queen Maeve. Night holds no right
to Her protection, if She will not protect Her own Self's piece that
lives on in Maeve. One can expect it of Crow. They say He eats His own
children. But I always thought the Mother of Shadows would protect Her
own - given they come and die so easily, as Magnificent and Glorious Sun
burns them away - the only survivors are the cowards. Such is the way of
the Glomdoring. A filthy, disgusting rock, under which roaches hide. I
cannot await the day the Wilde lifts up Her heel, and smash your filthy
disgusting pustule-like bodies. You are no better than the slobber and
pustules running down the Ebonglom Wyrm's lips, and coughed up from it's
gullet.

All Hail the Southern Magnagoran Territory. Where Crow, the newest
Demonlord of Nil and His toy, Night, Child of Nifilhema.

Kalodan.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Klangiary, in the year 123 CE.