The Jawed God's Wrath

It is no coincidence that the weakest are struck down by plague. It is no coincidence that none of Moander's Acolytes have been stricken. The contagion will continue to spread amongst the weak and unprepared. Do not be one of them. The wrath of the Jawed God upon the weak is slow and merciless.

One year ago Moander was reborn near Sanctuary. The Rotting Death his followers spread brought Sanctuary to it's knees and yet in your hubris, many of you did not even bend a knee. Only a fool dies for pride.

This contagion will tear you apart, from your insides out. Those afflicted grow weaker and weaker, until they eventually cannot even feed themselves. You will beg to be slain before you succumb.

Pray to MOANDER and be saved from this blight to carry on your miserable lives.

Mere metal cannot contain this plague. When contagion sweeps across Sanctuary once more, remember the strength of the Jawed God's wrath.

Blessed are you who does his work.

Damned are you who denies his might

Saved are you who seeks his mercy

those who challenged the mawed gods wrath have met their end on the streets of lower

his disease and maggots will rot through the best of you leaving you nothing but a husk

bow down before his wrath and pray for redemption

pray that you do not be infested by his divine maggots

A creeping blight shall purify the corrupt,

A unyielding rot shall corrupt the pure,

None will be spared, only then shall the balance be restored

Like so many parasites, they dig into the stone and drink the waters,

The stone and waters grow weak, and scream out in terrible hunger,

The hunger of the stone yearns for the flesh of death,

A return frow growth, and now there must be death..