Loest

Watersday the 33rd of Seedmaan, 999 L.W.
Blessed Arada, these are trying times indeed. Since Nishaven

Animals, more like monsters I'm told, appearing in the forests and attacking anything and anyone who crosses their 'domains'. At first I believed they were just the animals reflecting the unrest of our citizens; that lasted until my healers began sending me reports of the wounds they'd been called to treat. Wounds, they claimed, that were made by nothing they'd seen. A snake bite that left marks as if held to an open flame, or a boar with tusks that grew as it felled the members of a small hunting party. Abominations that could only come from the dark domains the Brother's Faiths, Ellos and Vozit, speak of. I admit to it, I've requested a cleric from the Temples of Unaxio to come and tell me more of the clashing religions. Despite the distance, I'm grateful the man agreed to come.
The most astonishing reports, I believe, are those that some of my healers have been able to... I don't know how to phrase it, not even to myself. They claim they can spontaneously heal the wounded. I'd heard the stories of magic, men able to impress their will upon the world through the ego of our race in flames and light, but to hear priests able to harness these powers for the good of their brothers and sisters... it leaves me speechless. My dear Zhanna

In my heart of hearts, I hope her feeling is correct. I hope her faith is proven strong, but by all the gods and goddesses I'm so afraid for my people. I feel weary to my bones, and I don't see any hope of reprieve. In fact, if my dreams are to be believed, these dark days are only the beginning. It's as if the sun is setting on our land, and the shadows are stretching out over it, slowly taking everything in.
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