With a smirk of sly satisfaction, we send our sincerest salute to the stalwart Sovereign of Sylvan Splendour, accepting Your astonishingly audacious and artfully articulated invitation.

As Ashtan's assemblage of anarchists and artisans, we'll arrive ready to rejoice in the radiant revelry of rot and ruin, relishing the raucous raillery and resplendent ridicule that will deftly display the depths of our darkly droll disdain for dreary decorum and the dismal dictates of dim-witted domains.

Prepare for an Ashtani array of astounding artistry, a procession of pernicious parodies and profound provocations, mocking the monotonous mediocrity of meddlesome mortals and their misguided machinations.

The contest for caustic caricatures? Consider it conquered. And let it be known, the finest among Your formidable forestfolk shall be further favoured with a rare reward from my own regal reserve - a follicular fragment of a famed frame, steeped in the stories of Chaos itself.

Together, let us upend the unyielding, unsettle the uninspired, and unabashedly unleash unrelenting uproar in the untamed embrace of Your unparalleled event. Our garish gatherings shall gaze gaping, eyes sappy. Not whole, their fragile, forlorn facades will crumble beneath the cataclysmic weight of our cunning creations.

With zealous zest and zany zeal for this festival of fiery frolics,

~II

[X] Overseer Grandue Xeh'ria, Keeper of the Iron Crown

[A small octagon encircles a raised "II" here, inscribed in thick, amethyst ink]


Penned by my hand on the 12th of Daedalan, in the year 967 AF.