To The Dreadwoods

[Trist]

A single letter finds itself to Cynthia Vanreth. The ebon seal of a dragon holds it shut.

Every slaughter has humble beginnings...

You monsters feared the potential of a child who'd only just begun to spread their wings,
so you killed them and called it revenge. It shows how pathetic you and your people are.
It also shows how foolish you all are for daring to further provoke us of Naysien's Coat.
What you've done is ask for death, and we'll give it to you. We'll raze your woods to the ground
and give everyone within it the slowest deaths imaginable before being sacrificed to Her.
You'll wish that you'd continued to keep yourselves hidden, if only for a bit more...
The Ebonblooded are coming.

- Meraxes of the Ebonblooded