Honorable Councilmembers,

You likely don't me, but I am quite educated, and know you very well. I know that it is in your best interest to keep this city safe, and I know you live in a delicate, fragile state. You know that at any time your rivals, the Drow, Beholders, and Illithid could crush you in an instant.

Let us be honest. You were barely able to repel a GOBLIN invasion. So what will you do when Moander's Ire, a mighty god, is fixed on this place? I can tell you what will happen. You, your Civil Defense Programs, and all your citizens will wither and die as a million maggots crawl over your bodies, gleefully planting their seeds and watching more of their kin feast on the flesh of this plague ridden town.

This plague is no joke, Councilors. If you wish to secure this city and save it from the terror that will surely arrive soon, you must follow my instructions, and do so quickly.

1.) Mandatory prayers to Moander must be given each hour by every citizen. You will instruct them to do so in an emergency meeting held immedietly.

2.) You will hold large scale group prayer sessions daily, upon which the High Prophet Ghamm will lead as much of the city that fits in the Town Hall in prayer.

3.) Erect a giant idol to Moander outside the Town Hall. This would serve as an ideal place to gather for regular prayer to appease His wrath, and stave off His Plague. Though not totally necessary, I think it would be a fine addition to the city, and a much better use of Council Appropriated Funding than some silly Animatron for the Spellguard.

Be warned. The plague will arrive soon, and any who have not made their peace with Moander will be swept away with it. If you wish to reach me, I can usually be found at the Pissing Crone Establishment.

Undying Maggot Manifestor, Francis Foltergrim.

PRAISE BE TO MOANDER.

The letter is received by Councillor Ronus, who furrows his bushy brows, scowls, and strides towards the herald's office, pausing only to peek into his infested, smelly, office with a look of dejected dismay.

Honored Councilors,

My heart aches when I think of the casualties that will soon come because you refused to listen to my most humble requests, as relayed to me by the almighty Moander through his high prophet Ghamm. In short time you shall see the folly of your decision. Though it is likely you still have time to stave off the most stomach turning, gut wrenching, bowel emptying, and displeasing of Moander's divine plans for this place, I can only pray you have the wisdom to respond to my requests quickly.

You have the power to convince your citizenry to offer simple homage to Moander through prayer yet. I offer one last letter of encouragement to save your city from the ultimate act of punishment for years and years of sinful neglect.

Know this. Should you fail to listen, the streets shall be littered with the bodies of the decayed and withered citizenry, and all will know Moander's name in all of its terrifying grandeur.

Undying Maggot Manifestor, Francis Foltergrim, Pissing Crone Inn.

["From: Undying Maggot Manifestor" is clearly marked on the outside of the package. Inside the package is a dead rat, with several maggots and worms eagerly crawling about and slowly devouring the rat. Underneath the rat is a letter, with a small picture included.]

Your silence is indicative of your foolishness. I hope you, and your citizens are prepared to lay in the bed you've made for this city.

Moander have mercy on all of you.

I am actually very concerned and have little real personal faith in any god. If this Moander is truly as powerful as you claim, I'd wish to see his power and speak with you. Somewhere private, perhaps the Twisted Tunnels past the Spider Caverns?

A Councilor

Dear Mystery Councilor,

Arrange the meeting in a place that sounds less like a trap, and divulge to me your name and I can help you.

There is no shame in proudly proclaiming one's faith to the Lord that awaits us all.

Cordially, Undying Maggot Manifestor, Francis Foltergrim, Pissing Crone Inn.

I hope that you are taking my requests far more seriously now, in light of recent events.

-Undying Maggot Manifestor, Francis Foltergrim, Pissing Crone Inn.