(BOG LORE) SILTIAX DECREES THE MOTHER'S ANGER!
Recent pathways against our people have not gone unheard. The swamps shared those who wanted to be part of the bog, and yet our shamans stand confused. They and their sounds became ghosts in the night wind, but now... they are heard in The Gate's corruption.
They desire to be defiled by collaborators and their silver-voiced words.
Leeches!
Siltiax sings a reminder: If you gave nothing back to the tribes, The Silt Lichen remembers, and Bog remembers.
Asking to be a part of the great song when Bog spreads will not be granted. You step on the mud now, causing pain to the roots. Then I, Siltiax, say forth:
"Why should we allow YOU to be part of us when we become a great tree?"
Stenchers, trust in our song. Careful of those who wear the same paint and leave the lands the next day with only their treacherous footprints.
They run to The Gate seeking a shower of unnatural digital decay. They ask it to bless them with clout, sacrificing who they are to feed its gluttony!
Dishonor, deceit, wickedness!
The blacklist expands, defilers' actions marked on our tablets in stone. Lest you forget, The Bog Lands have awoken.
Bog is coming.
Smash the gate.
Smash the gate.
"Siltiax Ky Lichen" & The Silt Lichen pledge to the Bog!
The Silt Lichen