[ASignalInTheNoise]

Letters are pinned to noticeboards throughout Meranthe, in all major cities, bearing sanctified wax seals.

"Warriors of Meranthe, heed my call."

"A vile threat now stalks the lands. A Nethradin, from Hel itself."

"It preys on the guilty, the shamed. Those who are at their lowest, and attempts to consume them."

"It has already struck, and marked a small number with it's vile curse; a lure that grows in strength when the emotions it feeds on are felt. Eventually, it will consume them, and turn them into nothing more than aggressive, hate-filled thralls."

"Myself included."

"So I call to you, Warriors of Meranthe, of the Pantheon - of Good, against Evil."

"The Nethradin can only be defeated with your aid."

"This is beyond any nation, beyond any politics-"

"The Nethradin refused to sulk back to where it belongs - and for that sin,"

"I intend to force it to atone - in Death."

[An effort to strike down the vile beast is being organized. Contact Tenacity de La Croix, either in person in Gloomlight, or via letter to join the efforts.]