Daughter,
Our Dark Lady favours my efforts, and my research proceeds well. Within five tendays, perhaps six, all will be ready for the Day of Great Vengeance. The Spider Queen is dead; we have already brought low the Spider-kissers and seized our rightful place in the realm of the dark. Now the day draws near when we shall avenge ourselves upon those of the day-blasted lands, too, and achieve the ultimate triumph denied us so long ago.
While I prepare my Great Revenance, it fall to you to make ready the way. Harry the surface dwellers, hunt them in their woods and fields, and take the measure of their guard; our Lady desires their blood, their fear, and their dreadful anticipation of our ultimate act of revenge. With each slaying we gron in her favour and sow the seeds of our coming victory.
If they come against you in Szith Morcane in irresistible strength, slay as many as you can. Withrdraw from the fight if you must, and bring Zedarr with you, but as for the rest - they are to stand and die for the flory of the White Banshee. The battle for Szith Morcane will com to nothing when our Great Revenance comes to pass. If anything, our final vengeance is made ever sweeter by each fleeting, false hope our enemies entertain before it falls upon them.
Work great slaughter for our Lady's dark glory, my daughter. Soon I will come to you from Maerimydra with such dark and terrible might that all Faerun will tremble before us.
Mother
Our Dark Lady favours my efforts, and my research proceeds well. Within five tendays, perhaps six, all will be ready for the Day of Great Vengeance. The Spider Queen is dead; we have already brought low the Spider-kissers and seized our rightful place in the realm of the dark. Now the day draws near when we shall avenge ourselves upon those of the day-blasted lands, too, and achieve the ultimate triumph denied us so long ago.
While I prepare my Great Revenance, it fall to you to make ready the way. Harry the surface dwellers, hunt them in their woods and fields, and take the measure of their guard; our Lady desires their blood, their fear, and their dreadful anticipation of our ultimate act of revenge. With each slaying we gron in her favour and sow the seeds of our coming victory.
If they come against you in Szith Morcane in irresistible strength, slay as many as you can. Withrdraw from the fight if you must, and bring Zedarr with you, but as for the rest - they are to stand and die for the flory of the White Banshee. The battle for Szith Morcane will com to nothing when our Great Revenance comes to pass. If anything, our final vengeance is made ever sweeter by each fleeting, false hope our enemies entertain before it falls upon them.
Work great slaughter for our Lady's dark glory, my daughter. Soon I will come to you from Maerimydra with such dark and terrible might that all Faerun will tremble before us.
Mother
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