If thou art burdened by loss of purpose and find thyself drifting in lands that know thee not as kin - hear this: In Ashtan, Seat of Chaos and Bastion of the North, there stands a home for thee.

If though art weary of the stagnant paths worn by shackled feet and tired of being bound by creeds that know naught of freedom - step forth: Join Ashtan, and let Chaos shape thee anew.

We serve not the blind nor follow the meek. We are beings of unfettered will, driven by ambition. We serve no master but ourselves, for it is We that shall be Ascended as Chaos Lords when Two are joined as One.

In Ashtan, thou shalt find neither judgment nor constraint, but a means to wield all the power thou desires, and a place to craft thy purpose with thine own hands.

Oblivion calls to thee, brethren. Can thou hear its voice?

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Phaestian, in the year 960 AF.