To the Voice of the Corrupter,

I tell you now that your efforts are fruitless, as a resident of Anhir.
Once we were enslaved by the bonds of magick, but that spell is broken,
and never again shall its noose slip around our necks.

We live freely. Purely. Our Spirits protect us, guide us, and in turn,
we give Them the respect and proper devotion They deserve. Your Goddess
teaches lies and heresies, designed to capture and corrupt the mortal
mind and heart. She and Her ilk are not welcome in our village.

You and your ways shall soon be no more. Know this: no place on this
earth is safe to you any more. If enough of the substance of your soul
remains, perhaps there is chance for redemption. You are not without
hope, but as long as you walk the path of the Corrupter, you shall know
fear.

Faith or death,
Rasca Anar
Anhiran

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Artificium, in the year 471 AD.