This letter appeared on Tera Starfare's desk, by magic, a simple letter, not in any envelope, however the parchment this was written on may have looked to be skin of somekind, and the ink, possibly blood. It read
"Did you miss me love? you and all the other cattle? i am sorry for my absence, i have been away for a few days, but i am back, and with a vengence. Once again this playground i do play in, and enjoy very much. The sin, the corruption, the foulness of this city is a sweet nectre i partake. The cattle who prey and scream to their false gods, i do relish as sweet music. And their flesh is very tender, yes i do eat the flesh of my victims, the heads i take as trophies for my Deity, he who is the one true primordial power. I'll give you that much at least, a few generous crumbs to fatten yourself on. And prehaps i will grace you and yours with a visit, but not yet. I have need for your services, reporter and wife, i know well you are married, and i have seen you at the Inn, i frequent it much. But you do not know it is me.
Publish my letters i send to the Oracle. The first letter i sent is harmless, i just have a taste for black. Not that that will help you or the fools at the watch or your weakling for a governor, as many wear black in this city. If you publish my letters, i may not attack one of the governor canidates, then again i might. I leave the life of one of the canidates for that weak figurehead posisition in your hands. Ta Ta
Your friend in pain, The Ravager"
"Did you miss me love? you and all the other cattle? i am sorry for my absence, i have been away for a few days, but i am back, and with a vengence. Once again this playground i do play in, and enjoy very much. The sin, the corruption, the foulness of this city is a sweet nectre i partake. The cattle who prey and scream to their false gods, i do relish as sweet music. And their flesh is very tender, yes i do eat the flesh of my victims, the heads i take as trophies for my Deity, he who is the one true primordial power. I'll give you that much at least, a few generous crumbs to fatten yourself on. And prehaps i will grace you and yours with a visit, but not yet. I have need for your services, reporter and wife, i know well you are married, and i have seen you at the Inn, i frequent it much. But you do not know it is me.
Publish my letters i send to the Oracle. The first letter i sent is harmless, i just have a taste for black. Not that that will help you or the fools at the watch or your weakling for a governor, as many wear black in this city. If you publish my letters, i may not attack one of the governor canidates, then again i might. I leave the life of one of the canidates for that weak figurehead posisition in your hands. Ta Ta
Your friend in pain, The Ravager"