Strange scrolls smelling strongly of earth appear around Old Sanctuary and Lower, clinging to buildings and walls by small roots which sprout from the paper itself.

If you weary of crime and violence, come find peace.

If you groan with hunger, come and be filled.

If you tire of failing laws, come find freedom.

If you fear the chaos around you, come find harmony.

If you are disgusted by the weakness around you, come find strength.

If you can no longer stomach the dishonor around you, come find honor.

Come, join us in Mycopolis.

We are the people of Mycopolis. We are a proud, free people. We have purified the waters of the canal which flow into your city. We have grown food enough for all. We have defended our land against invaders. We have found peace in the Underdark by living with and embracing this land.

Reject the failing laws which imprison you, the greed which corrupts you, and the machine which ensnares you. Join us and live in harmony as we share in the glories of the natural world.