Heathens of Sanctuary.

You have been warned thrice over of the looming terror that awaits this city. A plague of epic proportions brews and stirs, eager to be released by Moander's wrathful gaze. A million maggots will crawl about those who do no repent their sins and give themselves fully to Him. They will feast slowly upon the flesh of the unwilling, until it becomes weak, fertile, and a nesting ground for more of their kin, upon which the skin shall explode and more of His precious plague-bearing kindred shall be unleashed upon the populace.

There is hope. The clever ruse embedded in the heads of all by Finder Wyvernspur is over. Moander rots, Moander seethes, Moander is coming for this place.

Give yourself to Moander. Stave off His plague, and live on in blissful peace as you watch the heretics be consumed!

-Undying Maggot Manifestor.

[a filthy gnome wearing the garb of a Moander Cultist is seen spreading more of these in the Canal Ward, Lower Sanctuary, and in Upper Sanctuary]

Added onto one of the more prominent postings, likely outside the Crone.

You will want to speak with me. I have something of interest to you.

-Shane

[fresh leaflets are spread about town by a haggard, weary looking gnome. A swarm of flies and maggots are seen trailing closely behind him.]

[fresh leaflets spread about town, some pinned to the piles of dead bodies in the Canal ward and Lower Sanctuary by a filthy looking gnome]

People of Sanctuary:

I was dismissed as a mad-man, threatened to be locked up in the Watch's jail for being a public nuisance, and nearly attacked by those of you who know only greed.

Though your hearts were hardened by your arrogant resolve, your actions are now bearing the fruits of your labors. Moander, in all his granduer has begun his punishment.

Will you continue to spit in His face and deny him what He wishes, or will you linger and rot until you no longer live? Prostrate yourself before Moander and know that there is hope that you may be cured.

-Undying Maggot Manifestor