Murro,
Moander's followers have recently been extremely active near and in the settlement of Sanctuary. I don't know if your bounty for information on cultists of Moander is still active, but I do have some information that may be of interest to you. These flyers have been spread about the ex-slave town of Sanctuary, indicating that there is cult presence nearby.
REPENT!I implore you citizens! Fix your thoughts, hearts, and minds into prayer. You must make your peace with Moander if you are to survive the terror that will surely arrive soon to this small bastion of life.
The visions have been seen and foretold of a terrible, cataclysmic plague that will strike soon. Moander's wrath will soon sweep accross the streets, taking the children and elderly first. As you scoff at their weakness and proclaim that such a thing could surely never effect you, maggots and insects will crawl over your skin. Your knees will buckle, and the contents of your stomach and bowels will spill uncontrollably about the streets. Languishing in pain, hunger, and fear, you will cry out for us.
Luckily for you, we are reasonable people. We are offering a means to survival NOW. You must pray. You must warn all others. You must act NOW!
-The Church of Moander.
When disease and turmoil washes over all with no faith, there will be no cowards and brave men, there will be only the sickly and decayed. The rotten and the fallen. I am the Undying Maggot Manifestor, Sir Baelister, and I am no duelist or warrior. Coward? Maybe. Survivor? Absolutely. You're acting foolish now, and I may forgive you after Moander's terrible wrath strikes you down as one of the afflicted.One thing is for certain. Soon you will be kissing my feet and begging my forgiveness.
Undying Maggot Manifestor, Francis Foltergrim, Pissing Crone Inn.
PRAISE MOANDER.
--While one would be foolish to deny Talona's domain over diseases and poisons, not even Her strengths will protect the citizenry of this city from the Rotting Decay that lingers near Sanctuary's borders. As decreed by the high prophet Ghamm, Moander shall make skin wither and fall off of faces. Bowels will be emptied. Eyes will be consumed by insects and maggots. Repent. Pray. Moander's ire undoubtedly grows as the hearts of this city are hardened by the words of its hundreds of heathens. Those of you who have spoken with me in private, rest easy, and know that those who have spit on my feet will soon see the fruits of their labors paid in full.--PRAISE MOANDER!
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.
Should you wish to hire my company to deal with them, we would oblige, for the right price. The Mur Mercenaries may be extremely powerful, but within Sanctuary my group may be better able to deal with them.
Daniel Tane, Golden Mercenary