Mage of the Taint,

Know that I did not speak of the Viscanti, beasts so corrupted by the
foulness they bear that their forms dissolve and decay into the common
visage of demons. I spoke of Elfen and Fae, blessed beings whose inner
reserves clearly often have the power to hold the darkest stains of the
Taint at bay indefinitely.

The Trooper and the Crafter did not assume forms in which the Taint had
conquered their essence. No, rather than submitting to the Viscanti
hegemony they chose to Ascend into forms more glorious than most can
imagine - into the supreme form of Faelings. That their sick and rotting
souls within wrought great suffering and death upon the living realms,
this I do no doubt... but their forms are no mere masks. No changeling
can truly 'masquerade' as another race without becoming bound by the
same Music to which others are born. A changeling who becomes Faeling is
still bound to the lifepulse of the deep forest, as I said before.

You have said that some of the Elfen peoples who are weak in spirit and
already marked by corruption are 'baptised' to a form which you more
readily can control. With that I do not argue. However, there are still
many who choose to walk amongst you - even to lead you - in forms which
you claim are so loathsome. They are not lost to the Taint, and they do
not join the hordes of revolting Viscanti, yet they are integrated into
the very central cogs of the unnatural Engine. It is these figures which
hint at the true change occurring before the eyes of the rest of the
Basin.

The Elfen peoples, closest to the Forests and the Fae, have become
tolerated and even welcome in the City of Taint. Their voices are no
longer silenced - the gentle cadence of Elfen speech drifts from corners
of stone once bereft of melody and beauty. Indeed, it seems the Engine
drives itself closer and closer to that which it once fought so hard.

There is no weight behind your curses towards the glorious line of the
Forests, and no rational thought which justifies your fear and loathing.
It is clear that you citizens who place yourself so readily outside the
Music of the Wild can no longer resist the natural rhythms which
resonate through all life. It is the turning of an age, when the natural
decline of Viscanti was ordained to begin - and in their place the Elfen
peoples shall return the Basin to its rightful destiny, when the
majestic Forests rise once again across all the land.

Your actions speak louder than your words - the Children of the Forests
are welcomed once again in all parts of the Basin. Do not fear the
unquenchable supremacy of the Wilds. It is of course, inevitable.

From the deep forest,
Elryn Greythane.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Tzarin, in the year 141 CE.