Holy Purpose

[Shadovarn]

I SEE THROUGH THEIR LIES

And now a message from our sponsors, hidden in the shadow, walking in the light.

Children, let us not squabble.

Let us not forget our divine purpose.

Our fair city, blessed in its turmoil, seeks to answer the question put forth by our lord.

When do we forsake the soul, when do we cast it aside for its summary judgment by our lord, Athelios?

One we must grapple with and grasp at, to understand the condition of man and monster. What spurs us forward as a people and what drives us all to act. But from a question can we also derive others and gift answers to them that might feed the first. When is it enough, when do we finally strike back? When do we reclaim our lands and sanctity from those that lurk in the shadows, seeking to pervert our glorious cause?

Spite not the name of Solomon, for it is clear he has been killed.

What came back was never him, but one of the deadly, murderous Insectoids in his skin.

Long has he been fed to their profane rites, butchered and feasted upon by the locusts of the deadly, murderous Insectoid Queen and her slavering, mindless, puppeted Faeborne slaves. It is all a front that we must confront and destroy.

One that we can only remove with our steel and hearts. Ten thousand eyes watching, glimmering in the darkness where the unseen move and plot. We must stand strong against the vile machinations of the Greathive and their desire to do us wrong.

Wood-brain, antenna faeborne, operating under their dark masters moves. Even now, they host a 'prisoner' in their 'fair' city. A nethradin worshipping witch cultist of the Coven of the Tower, one they will seek to use to further pervert our glorious cause. Each one a slave to darkness, slobbering and drooling at the thought of another soul to their dread books, where they can steal the vital essence. Curious how they only attacked the forces of Aphros, that day on the mines. Curious how they seemed so focused on our fair, goodly folk while ignoring the other threats.

Curious how the Necromancers only attack the goodly, fair and righteous folk of Aphros. Yet only Delphina remains free from these plagues, benefitting from what is put forth. Now these 'Nephilim' seek to aid the murderous, deadly Insectoid Queen and her wood-brained slaves? The great, dark evil of the land sits there, nestled among their poisonous, psychedelic mushrooms, where they stab and plot at us all.

Resist.

Rise up.

Strike against the foul evils that try to undo our righteous lands.

Lest they turn your children into slaves of the murderous, deadly Insectoid Queen. Food for their disgusting hives, their souls to be damned by the taint of the witch cultists.

Come, you faithful, and kill them all.