Greetings Denizens of Aetherius,

I do not enjoy writing to you all, as it is very unbecoming for me to
talk to a potential meal. However, I stumbled upon a situation which
even I found myself offended to. Ill spare you the explanation of the
gravity of such a situation, but do realize that this is low for even
the most wrathful or the most immoral scoundrel.

Many of you are aware of the degenerative plague known as Incensum,
which creeps through the shadows of the world. Knowing no bounds of
intellect or decency, the little cretin wantonly wages a war of
pilfering upon the populous of creation for no other reason than
amusement and personal profit. Were the crime to only end here, I would
merely allow the wolves of Aetherius to tear him to pieces, much to the
delight of the educated masses.

Sadly, this is not the case. For a long time, Incensum has had an
accomplice, a fence of sorts, peddling his stolen wares for prominence
and coin. One would expect such a character to emerge from the assassin
lifestyle or dwell within the squalor of the underworld. I could only
wish this were the case. The perpetrator in this case sits atop a
benevolent organization who seeks to protect nature and those of it. I
speak of the Arboreals guild and the secretary Ellarynth Lokrien, who
has once again shown her true colors to serve her needs and her desires
alone, without thought or consideration of anything else, including
Nature.

Feel free to inquire about her requests for Incensum to procure guild
specific items. Or prod her for information on why should would sell and
not return the items stolen from defenders of Nature. Even beg her to
explain why she would ignore every moral notion, if they do exist, in
her to do business with someone who has robbed her friends, family and
enemies alike.

Ellarynth, I have warned you already by cursing Charon with your
disgusting presence. If I see, hear or catch wind of you traipsing
around with Incensum or any of the items related to his theft, I will
make it my life to ensure that you and the bakul are once again reunited
in the heat of your forgotten passion. You will discover a life so
feeble and insignificant you will beg to soothe your brothers entangled
soul for the rest of eternity.

~Kabal Vega


Penned by my hand on the 11th of Fas, in the year 446 AD.