Erion,
For countless ages, the Communes have secluded themselves, isolated
themselves. Most city dwellers cant understand this, but let this be
proof of point. What kind of "Light" would require you to slaughter
innocent women and children? What sort of rabbid blindness lead you to
believe that somehow feeding Fae to Gorgulu would weaken him?
You dishonour yourself, your city, your "Light" and your Patrons. You
make the lot of you look like fools and bloodthirst savages using the
excuse of zeal to cover the tracks of blood you leave acrost the
Ethereal plane. What kind of compassion, or what Divine who stands for
any purity would even suggest this. NONE. Even Lady Isune codemned your
actions.
There is nothing that New Celest can say or do that will make ammends
for these actions in the hearts of the Seren. You allow a rabbid dog to
roam among you and soon it will spread, killing all of you slowly.
Magnagora needs nothing but to sit back and watch as you self destruct
under this infectious disease. Your "Light" is now nothing more than a
sickly reflection of the Taint, glowing crimson with the blood of the
innocent Fae that will stain it forever. Women and Children dead, in
your "Light's" name.
Go back behind your walls, and fight your petty war, but know this. The
forests will not forget this, the blood of the Fae will be taken into
the very roots of the trees, and all of Seren will never forget, what
your purity truely stands for.

To the Dwarves:
You so quickly accepted Celest as your protectors, but be warey, for if
Gorgulu beings to hunger for your blood, they will not spare you, they
will slaughter ever single one of you, this is the price of following
zealots. You quickly cast us off, not considering. The treaty that you
sorely and sadley misunderstood had excluded you because we would not
bargain with your lives. Magnagora wanted to split you apart, "50/50"
they said. We will not realease the undead, we will not let them return
to their homes. We respected you enough to reject that part of the
offer, willing to throw our lives to you in your defense instead of
letting you live cursed and slaved.
Now you have pledged to a city that admittedly will slaughter you on the
spot, if there is even a hint of their true goals being met. You are
nothing more than a pawn to them, they will use you for your power, your
commodities, or as sacrifices to their bloodthirsty cause.

Raan Lycaon

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Kiani, in the year 102 CE.