[deccan]

Deceptions and lies, fellow nations of inland...

The devious Panther would have you believe that he is helpless, his people cowering from the onslaughts of Jotun giants, Ulmish armor and Arco elephants. Yet far indeed it is from the truth, for his mages sit smug and safe in his high towers, and fly out at their leisure to devastate our lands.

Verily we admit that our plan to war against Caelum has been concocted in secret meetings, yet would you rather have us wait until Caelum destroys us one by one? Better than we unite and fight for the common good than wait for a slow death.

You may heed Caelum's call to arms and strike at us while our warriors are dying to Caelum magics, and you will perhaps win victory and glory. But your victory will be short-lived indeed, for in doing so, you shall assure that the day will come when Caelum seraphs appear in the skies above your own cities and fill your heavens with lightning and illusionary horrors. Then shall your victory turn to ashes as the skies themselves bLast all that you cherish and love to nothingness...