I weep for our homeland, beautiful and pure, burned and pillaged by our enemies, horrors only found in the deepest of nightmares now tread upon our beloved lands. Our people are hunted and tortured, murdered by the traitor-kin we once called brethren. I weep for the hope that has left me. The numbers of our kin, already low, is diminishing with each passing of the sun. The strength of our people is fading and our enemies outnumber us many times over, there is no end to their ranks. Asuryan protect us...