Forsworn Notes

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Matriarch, we await your orders. Our blades are honed, our quivers full, our wills steeled for battle. The time of our waiting has ended. The time for battle is at hand. You have but to speak the word, and the occupiers shall fall like wheat before the reaper.

The Matriarch grows weary of your hesitation. Our people control the entire eastern slope of the reach- all save Sungard. Take it, and the invaders will be cut off from all retreat. But we must move now, while its defenses are still weak.

Summon the tribes. Do what you must. But if you do not act, she shall find someone who will.