To the Senate of Cyrene,


You could no more offere refuge for any Eleusian malcontents than you could protect your own City from the destruction at Eleusis's hands. This is proven regularly by how you cling to the skirts of those more prepared and more capable than yourself, once again abandoning any semblence of credibility at the threat of extinction. Given your numbers, one might expect that you would muster the gumption to see your own growth made manifest, rather than depend on others to fight your battles for you. What you and the cities have accomplished amounts to little more than a momentary setback in our efforts towards the reclamation of the abhorence of civilization. A new season is upon us.

Eleusis's 'destructive new direction' comes to Cyrene at the cost of your own diplomatic failures. When the former High Warden offered you a chance to come up with a creative solution, your suggestion was a series of pointless cultural exchanges which were summarily declined. Rather than tread a peaceful path forward, you claimed that you were given an unfair ultimatum, asserting that you were the victim of unjustified demands placed on you by an unreasonable person.

I am unsure if you still remain under the narcotic haze of hallucinogenic spores, but what manner of delusion leads you to believe that there is a silent majority of Eleusians who are being held captive against their will? Those who seek to live and serve Nature, serve Her willingly. They believe in the work being done to right ages-old wrongs that Cyrene and others have wrought upon Nature's domain. We demand more of our citizens than Cyrene in terms of expectations for this service. We do not serve ourselves, our wanton desires, or salacious whims as Cyrene chooses to. We serve She Who Is Nature, and such is not so carelessly forgotten.



In Service to She Who is Nature, and the Village Eleusis,

Speaker Andraste Montenegro

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Lupar, in the year 872 AF.