A Proposition from Nobody

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As Aphros emerges, bloodied and scarred, yet victorious from combat, it would seem a small group of undead ravens were caught flying over the city of balance. Naturally, the guard shoots them down. Each one however had fulfilled its purpose for upon their boned talons are letters, dedicated to none, yet addressing all that manage to scoop them up.
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The people of Aphros likely tire of such wars. Of constantly seeking bloodshed. But alas, you must. For today you one of your countrymen's magi have been dragged off by the vile bugman to their hive. A Nobleman and beloved craftsmen of many of your fine tools and weapons. Truly now, after such loss of life and the constant existential threat of being fed to a tree, how can one afford peace?

For the actions of the Oracle will surely not allow it. The grandest disrespect to the Delphinian people has been delivered. The destruction of their city's crown.

There will be no peace, only death. One must eradicate the other so they may live. Such is the nature of this conflict. I, however, offer an accord. Whilst your paranoia seeks to root out what few capable soldiers and fighters remain within your city for a 'witchunt', the bugs engorge themselves. They seethe with hatred and temper new steel to haul off more citizens of Aphros in vengeance.

Faced with eradication, one must make a decision. To continue the hunt, further weakening your own and allowing the insectoid to swell in mass for another assault? Or, the more heinous of ideas to your people.

An alliance with those that can turn the tide of war.

The cult of Quietus may be dedicated to the pursuit of immortality for all, but it is not unreasonable. We welcome those of a more level head to speak with Supplication. Eradication of the insects is, afterall, in everyone's interest. Necromancer's don't simply grow on trees like insects do. It would be prudent to focus on destroying the tree than the smattering of those that could assist in saving all of your lives.

An army of undead to face a devouring swarm. That is what I offer.

May he who resides within the Domain of death watch over you all in these troubled times. And walk softly into the night.