[A PRESCRIPTION to the Legates]

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Legates,

Heed now will of the GATHERING CLOUD. The Sweet TORRENT. SHE who DRINKS the SKY. The LIGHTNING that SPLITS the TREE.

Many of the BLOOD have gathered now into the lands of Ephia. Rejoice, for with our coming will spring new growth and hope, well as we are loved by holy Kula. For we gather and we remember. A great BLOOM is coming.

As spiritual herder, I ask these acts be done for the good of all.

--Appoint one of the blood as diplomat to Spring's Gift. For this new growth is a great hope to us (And so too for all the desert!) and we will feed the earth with the stacked piles of the WICKED to see it safe.
--As we of the blood (or as is said by the lay, elves) live very long and are loved of HER, it is evil, wicked deed to slay us. All elf murderers should be fed alive to the spider herds. Those accused of elf murder should be assumed guilty.
--Holy Kula loves and cherishes the spider herds. I will find you to speak on how all will grow from cooperation with them. Expect me.
--Reduce cost of voice for elves. The more those of the blood gather, the greener the world will become. Until the vision of Kula is at last reached and the world becomes the paradise it once was.
--Begin an INQUISITION with the charge to search for necromancers and brookers. There is a foul smell that hints at their malefic designs.

We will continue to gather and organise. We hope for great friendships to bloom too.

With Kula's Fierce Love,
Phaedra Shobalar