Citizens of Kinsarmar,

I write this from your very own news room to inform you that your city
now belongs to the Stavenn Empire. Your guards and merchants are dead,
your totems smashed, and your very citizens cowed and frightened. Our
own people inducted on your crossroads, learning arts that you have
carelessly outlawed. What is left of your warriors hide within Khandava
while we have fun with those individuals foolish enough to remain.

I leave you now with a taste of what's left of a Lorekeeper who found
herself subjected to our methods of interrogation:

You ask Corinna, "Tell me... what do you now know of Stavenn?"

Knight Aspirant Corinna Chytovil looks confused and says, "Stavenn took
this
place..."

You ask Corinna, "What images come to mind when you think of us?"

Corinna shivers violently.

Knight Aspirant Corinna Chytovil says through unhappy tears, "It's
dark..."


Penned by my hand on the 14th of Letum, in the year 559 AD.