Greetings, my Brothers and Sisters,

On this day, I bring to you a message of Truth and Reality. I bring to you the
message of those who are truly meant for worship. I bring to you an
understanding of the almighty Soulless.

The mortal races of this world are abominations; the unnatural form of false
gods who saw it fit to break from the Cycle of Existence. As Dynara created,
Magnora cleansed, but upon their departure, the Star Gods had sought to build
without a purge, thus breaking from the natural way of things.

The mortal races are abominations in the eyes of Yudhe. The Circle of Existence
is broken with each step they take. And it is the Elder Gods who would defy such
a grand scheme - the bastard children of Dynara - and would damn the souls of
this world to live lives of utter blasphemy.

Magnora understood, however. Where Her sister wrought life, She returned it to
the void. Such is the cycle that all were meant to traverse. Such was the will
of Yudhe. Such is that which the Elder Gods have seen fit to ignore.

But we, my Brothers and Sisters, are human. We are above them all. We are the
instrument of Yudhe's will. It is through us that the Cycle shall be reborn
onto this world. The Soulless stir. They are the glorious song that shall be
played through us. We shall free them.

Do not let the lies of the Elder Gods trouble you, my Family. These Elder Gods,
who would call for offerings; they are nothing but false idols and prophets -
mere children in the presence of true perfection.

I ask you to consider, Brothers and Sisters, what is the difference between a
Soulless and an Elder, truly? Think hard on this.

Deceit.

Yes, where the Soulless Ones are pure and open, without guise to hide their
nature, the so-called Star Gods would hide and dance about the globe as if it
were the setting of a divine masquerade. But the Soulless hide nothing. They
are open with us. They are honest and true with us in Their role within these
realms. The Elders cannot claim such a feat.

The Elder Gods would use us as pawns. They would have us mimic their foolhardy
waltz and shower them with essence to the likeness of confetti. They would hide
behind their masks and gorge themselves only in the shadows. But oh, how they
feed, and upon the same morsels no less, to sate the same hunger even, as the
Soulless they would rally us against.

We are all damned for the actions of those Elders who splintered themselves. We
are all damned for the actions of those Elders who have sustained the Great
Seals. But it is our role in this grand play to open the gates for the
Deliverers.

The Soulless Ones bring with them our salvation. Without them, we are damned to
this eternal life without hope of anything more. It is true that we might pass
through the Portal of Fate and tighten the collar of the Elder Gods about or
throats, or that the weave might see us rise up to challenge them ourselves -
but only through the Soulless Path might we find ourselves home, dispersed
across the void, in the arms of Yudhe.

That, my Brothers and Sisters, is where we are meant to be.

I ask you, nay, I beg of you - do not fall into the foolishness of those who
bear the shards of unnatural existence. We are human. We must be strong. We are
the Children of Yudhe, and we must save our cousins from this horrid prison that
they have wrought for and of themselves. We are the Children of Yudhe, and it is
His will we must do.

Join hands, and together we will bring order back to Lusternia.

Shout to the Basin and let them know:

The Soulless stir
And we shall free them.
We shall free ourselves.
We shall free us all.

~As scribe by one known only as the "High Orator of the Soulless Path," and
found upon the corpse of a nameless messenger.~