neatly printed in an angular, allmost runish style

Citizens of Sanctuary, look around you. The tides of change are rolling through your midst while you toil away in preparation for elections and go about mundane duties.

The magic eaters are seldom seen, the Duergar have abandoned their mines under false pretense, angry elementals litter the tunnels and caverns, goblin stew is making people sick in Lower.

The Techno-Logic minds of the Svirfneblin have created gross monstrosities. Leaving for you an unnatural dependency on things you have little understanding of and no real hope to decipher.

How long will you wait for your enemies to knock at your gates? Will your Auto-Matons hold back the host of the Underdark without their twisted creators to control them?

The winds of war are howling in the deep tunnels, do you hear it? We have seen the the brutal battle apparatus of the Sslal'teesh. They are organized and ready, nothing stands between them and Sanctuary but undefended tunnels.

And what of your old masters? Do they simply allow you to survive out of laziness to deal with you? They watch you even now as you read this.

Look outside your fragile walls and you will see us, we are the Wards of Aeon. We can help you understand your place in the balance and thus preserve it.

Signed, Calavera