A plague is coming. Praise the lord of Maggots to save yourself. Only by bending knee can you be saved from his might, plague shall come for all, death is unadvoidable. Praise the Rotting One!

*the note goes unsigned, the note is well above any wandering oozes that might decide to digest the letter*

The following is written in blood below the original script

The flesh decays. The body rots. Flies lay eggs within the mouths of peasants and kings are naught but a feast for worms. I seek the council of the wise. I can be reached within the Junkyard.

*Jhaarel wanders past an attaches a small note*

*written in green are the following words*

Small Steps Lead to Greater Ones ... Ones Destiny is not written in Stone ...may the true seek the way with all their hearts and all their faith and they shall find that which they seek.

*Symbol of Moander*

*Symbol of a Heavy Mace against a shield ..both green hued*

*the notes just sit there, untouched, the notes eventually fall to the floor, digested by oozes, apparently the follower of the rotting one has met his demise*