Insignificant Aslaran.

Not all of us have morals as weak and watery as yours. How typical of
your foolish and resolveless commune that you plead for universal love
and mutual adoration at the first sight of a meagre peril, that you
plead for us to drop centuries of rightful hate because a few sewer
serpents fright the birds. Polluted by long exposure to the weak-minded,
incestuous furrikin you serve, you too readily forget the sacrifice of
your brethren in your wars against Celest. Therefore let all behold the
fickleness of the Wilde: let the warriors of your insipid commune pause
and consider, for their deaths will not long be remembered and their
blood is spilt for naught. How feckless does your warring seem, oh
Serenwilde, when startled by the unexpected, your leaders jump into the
arms of the aggressors, pleading: "Save me, Celest; Help me, darkened
Glomdoring!".

Behold Yini, who with cowardly words and quivering quill crookedly
inscribes: "This is a time to put aside our prejudices... Let us work
together on this...". She is a craven child, a misbegotten fool who wets
herself in terror. I subscribe to no prejudice, merely cosmic truth. The
Merian and Elfen, and the Furrikin also are abomination which deserve
naught but extermination. Their continuation is foulness, and should the
future of the Basin depend on such as them, the basin is debased. I
would see reality's end before such a degredation.

Count Aiakon d'Murani
Archmage of the Geomancers

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Roarkian, in the year 164 CE.