Greetings, Dregaur.

The 'right reasons' for exterminating the Temple of Lord Illuminas, the
Father of Light, Purity, and Hope, is to strike back at me personally
because I have killed you before, and because you can't get to me?

That is a very, very mature action, and certainly one that will be
commended by the cityfolk you share Stavenn with.

I will heal the burns, no matter how ofter you bring them. I will
replant the plants, and tend to them over and over until they are lush
and fertile again. I will see to it that any exterminations are healed,
and that any burns are bandaged, and that the Wilds are well taken care
of.

You can burn. You can exterminate. You can lash out at everything I hold
dear, and then tell everyone that it is my fault for not standing down.
But it is you, Dregaur, who make the sentient decision to commit these
heinous acts. I merely stand resolute and unafraid. Because of this you
have no power over me, as you rely on fear and brutality to dominate
your opponents.

These acts are on your conscience, and these exterminations are of your
doing only. And I will continue as I have, opposing you and the demonic
and necromantic 'friends' that stand by your side. For each
extermination I will reap a terrible retribution from you, and all who
participate.

Hear me, Dregaur. You have no power here. Your time is nearing an end.
And may the Gods have mercy on your soul.

In Service of the Cycle,
Neotaku Ryvoan Faris, High Priest of Nature

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Tenebrae, in the year 482 AD.