Tainted One,

It has been much too long that the Clerics have sat idly by while you
use the God's blessings in a blasphemous way. You preach the ways of
Magick, and you hold in esteem all that we have taught is wrong and
tainted in this lifetime. Are you nothing but a mewling child who knows
not what his mother taught him? We are the ones who call the Gods our
teachers, we are the direct contact between mortals and the Divine. You
dare desecrate, you dare defile that which we have so lovingly
cultivated as our own - the practice of worship and use of no other aids
except that of our Divine?

To those who point and mock us, and say that the Clerics are
bloodthirsty, know this: we are the Protectors, we are the Healers, we
are the Faythful. We stand for what is pure, for what is right, and we
are the ones who will clean the last remnants of the Taint through our
teachings, our compassion, our Divine foresight, and lastly, we purge
the world with the powers invested in us by the Divine Themselves. This
is the Way, this is the True Path, this is Salvation.

All those who oppose it, fall. All those who preach heresy, those who
spout blasphemy, those wailing children who have turned their eyes from
the Gods, will be held at the end of the Mace of Judgment, and will be
shown the Fayth that comes from a true Devotioner.

I speak with the entirety of the Cleric's guild when I state that you,
Macai, have been branded a traitor, a heretic, and are guilty of
preaching the Taint. You will quit the Clerical class, or you will
remove yourself from all of those Tainted and come forward to be
Cleansed. Otherwise, your Judgment shall continue uninterrupted; that
is, when you find the time to step outside of the walls of your Tainted
city.

May 'Ab show you the way, Impure Waif.


Penned by my hand on the 18th of Halitus, in the year 491 AD.