(Deciphered letter from the local head of the Cult of the Black Earth to its acolytes, 1 year prior)
Faithful,
I would like to start this letter by congratulating everyone on another year of silent, unseen successes. Our members have not only accomplished their goals of infiltrating numerous powerful groups and networks, but many of us have even risen through the years to positions of leadership and power. Thus increasing our recruiting efforts and placing us on very stable footings… for the moment. Do not become complacent like society has! Despite our successes, we must remain ever watchful. We cannot allow even a hint of our existence known.
With our patience and determination, we shall see this land returned to its natural state! No longer will we have to see the disgusting sights of cities and towns ruining these once beautiful lands. Roads scarring the plains and hills, bridges and waterwheels oppressing the natural rivers.
Soon everyone will see the true power of the earth, the mountains and the bedrock of what they call “civilization”.
Take comfort, faithful, that all our hard work and sacrifices will soon give us all the greatest gift that can be imagined! A complete reset to these lands! Back to the way it was, the way it should be. Back to the very basics of life and living.
The time is almost upon us! Begin your fortifications and do not recruit any new members, as there will not be enough time to truly test their mettle. In 12 moons we activate. On the night of the next full Ghost Moon, when it is highest in the night sky, begin.
You all know your tasks, your goals. Each task is critical! Some of us will never live to see the sun rise after that night, but that is okay. We will be rewarded in the end, you will be rewarded in the end, when everything is natural and balanced again. So fight with bravery, loyalty and the utter assurance that we will be victorious!
I expect overwhelming force from each of you. I expect you to fight to your last dying breath, and even so I expect at least one more enemy to fall from your final strike. I expect bridges to be eliminated, not just damaged. I expect buildings and towns to BURN, not just catch fire. I expect those fools who are responsible for large-scale responses to be dead, not just harmed.
Be strong, faithful, strong as stone. Strong as the bones of this earth. And forever loyal.
12 Moons the Monolith awakens.
