People of Aetherius, look about this world. See what we have been left with in the wake of the Third Age. This is a fractured, treacherous land where those who continue tinkering with the stability of our realm are allowed to do so in relative peace. No more, I say.

To those who would fight to put a final end to magick once and for all, come, join me in my Great Conquest. Together we can build a land that exists under the precepts of honor, compassion, loyalty. Those who brought about the demise of the Gods can finally be given justice. No longer will we be forced to exist in fear of the next great calamity wizards and necromancers bring upon us.

Those who practice magick who have seen the folly of their ways will be welcomed to join this endeavor, not as enemies or as individuals of lower bearing, but as venerated allies. Those who practice magick and elect to stand against our sacred mission will be trampled beneath our might. This is all the warning that shall be given.

The Oathsmith


Penned by my hand on the 21st of Ferinus, in the year 7 AM.