Notes with a grainy zhurkwood paper are left across town, the notes are written with a mix of ink and dark rat blood.
Three brothers walking hand in hand, They are from different realms, But their eyes follow our world with great care,
Ghaunadaur, the Elder Eye, ~The Mad. Helm, the All-seeing-Eye, ~The Idiot. Gruumsh, the One-eyed, ~The Savage.
Know these eyes have been stolen by something far greater, Our god is older, more ancient than yours, And so they have made an ultimatum in order to praise the true power in these realms.
The contract contains a demand from the three eyes to appease the truth and return the stolen eye, the cursed eye.
"We ask a warrior Elf from the surface (Ghaunadaur) be burned (Gruumsh) every time the Flame strikes burning zhurkwood and stone to ashes, in order to protect (Helm) the children of this town from sharing such a fate."
Pass the word of the immolation, make it known, make it know who is the creator of the Flame, and who is the sufferer. By passing the word of the coming of the sacrifice shall you ensure protection granted by Helm.
Just as you have stolen our cursed eye, we shall consume your putrid race. The Three still bearing the eye know this, and condemn you to follow this pact.
Spread the word quickly. Panic is natural. The flame will strike soon, so very soon.
You have to be ready.