To the bandits of the desert; I know you. I have realized your plight,
and I am here to help.

I know a noble of Stavenn is the last one you wish to hear this from,
but you are desperate. You know you deserve better than what you have
ended up with. Let me introduce you to Ghadaedh, for it prophecizes you,
the hard path you have taken and your eventual salvation from the
nightmarish cycle that binds you.

You came from Antioch, or the Taekyon. You and your friends rejected
magick for a harder life, on faith alone. You believed in your cause and
you killed for it. You hated and resented those who used magick because
it made their lives easier and they used it to gain strengths in battle
you endured without.

And what was your reward for your hate? You were called a zealot, and
were cast out of Antioch. For hating that which you were told to
destroy, as any intelligent person would, you were called dangerous and
left to die in the desert. Antioch's politics need a steady supply of
scapegoats and you were just unlucky. Tough luck, now die, they said.
Your sacrifice is appreciated.

Only you didn't die. You could not go out into the magick-using world
you had fought against, you could not go into Antioch. So thus you run
the desert as a bandit, taking what you need to survive and condemned
more each day by those you would have given everything for. So most of
you spend what little time you have left, until another zealot destined
to take your place perhaps hunts you down.

But if you are reading this, there is hope. Your struggle is
prophesized; those who fear magick will condemn it, but all they really
fear is power. Thus have they condemned you as well. Magick is a part of
the creator like anything else, and will triumph over the fear and
ignorance of the races of Aetherius. The Antiochans worship fear, not
faith, and thus will they fail. From this day forward, as a noble of the
Imperium, I declare Stavenn's doors open to any rejected zealots who
want a new home, a warm bunk and a fresh start. And food like you have
only imagined.

Simply come to Stavenn and mention the supplicants of Ghadaedh and your
reading this. Cander has already accepted my invitation and Inyvon's is
outstanding. Though these are some of the more famous zealots, the offer
is open to all. You need not suffer any longer. Leave that desert behind
and feel steady earth beneath your feet. The future awaits you.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Bellum, in the year 447 AD.