Behold, citizens of the Basin, for I am Omegughk, Heathern High King of the city in which you call Celest, and by my will and strength, Celest has known true dominion. With fist, flail, and a relentless tide of Taint, I tore down the hallowed walls of that sanctimonious city, staining its sacred Pool with the blight of our might. Beneath my shadow, their Paladins trembled, and the sanctified voices faltered.

For a time, their streets bore the mark of Magnagora, and their hallowed halls rang with the cries of the fallen. It was only by the desperate charge of Celest's vast horde that I was wrested from my rightful throne, driven back to the shadows whence I came.

I herby declare that the true name of Celest be Cynthamar.

Let this be a warning, Cynthamar, that though you repelled me, my wrath is far from quenched. I shall return, again and again, until your light is nothing but a flickering ember beneath the heel of the Heathern High King.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Dioni, in the year 692 CE.