There exists a creature of fear and tyranny, its sole purpose to feed on the souls and spirits and bodies of the elves. We call this beast Ityak-Ortheel, the Elf-Eater. Normally residing in the Abyss, it is summoned to Toril at odd intervals by the Beastlord, Malar, and his followers to terrorize the elves.

I find it ironic that you are fighting the demonic forces in Caraigh by using those faithful to a god that has a preferred weapon of destruction that can be said to also be demonic, as it is Abyssal in nature.

'What does this have to do with the situation in Caraigh?' you might ask.

Quite simply, the so-called defenders of Ceyren's Mill employ the services of Malar's faithful.

A great many of the Beastlord's faithful are cannibals, feeding upon the flesh of people. It is often said that because of Malar's disdain for the elven peoples, elves are considered a delicacy among those cannibals. All of Malar's followers are bloodthirsty. It is, after all, one of his main tenets.

Perhaps it is also best noted that the Malarites have a ritual. They call it the High Hunt. It is a far cry different than the High Hunts you hear of from the Eilistraeens. Indeed, the Malarite High Hunt is when they capture a person, human or elf or dwarf or any of the races. The person is then 'released' and subsequently hunted by Malar's followers. They are almost always killed. It is said that a rare individual escapes these hunters and wins his freedom.

The defenders of Ceyren's Mill employ the services of these beastly people.

Malar, if none of you are aware, is one of the gods of Fury. He reigns alongside the likes of Talos, Umberlee, Auril. I wonder, defenders of Ceyren's Mill, would you employ them as well?

I traveled to Ceyren's Mill, Samantha. I traveled to Ceyren's Mill along with two friends of mine to offer our aid. The Malarite appeared and welcomed my attempt on his life for what he is. Before I could leave the gates of your ruined hamlet, I was attacked by a shadowdancing archer. I later learned he is elven. This saddens me, but it is no matter.

I was attacked from behind by this shadowdancer. Upon being revived and attempting to discern who had attacked me, your so-called Defenders of Ceyren's Mill plead ignorance. Instead of giving answers, they attacked me again. I returned later to try reason a third time. I was not able to even utter a single sentence before I was attacked yet again.

I met an elf named Anen. He called some of these defenders friend, he told me. He suggested I travel to Ceyren's Mill with him to attempt, once more, to reason. The one known as Eldainia, whom you have apparently left in charge in your absence, was unwilling to speak. Instead, I was offered nothing but death threats once more. I chose to leave and was being stalked by your shadowdancing elven archer assassin. I summoned a silver dragon to defend myself, fearing for my life as he had already attacked me from behind once before. Then I fled.

'Why all this long-winded nonsense?' you may ask.

I wished to make quite clear why the lot of you have earned me as an enemy. Is it not bad enough that you have demon-cultists at your door? Are you so confident in your chances at victory that you spurn sincere offers of help? Quite frankly, given the state of your small village, I think you would be mistaken if you think so.

And so it is that I will hunt every one of you until the assassin is turned over to me for justice. I will not hunt you as the Malarites do, no. This is not a hunt because I thirst for blood. In this, I thirst for justice. And I will have it.

My quarrel is not with you, Samantha. Indeed, I have never met you. This is not a call for war, either, although it may sound like it. This is me beseeching you to find some order within your ranks. This is me asking you to hold true to the ideals that made you pick up a sword and stand against the forces that are ravaging your lands. And if it takes hunting and killing your people to make you see this, I will gladly do so.

Conversely, if you wish to cease this insanity that is running rampant, you may reach me either in Cordor or Winya Ravana.

I await your reply,
Cilessa Isylunae