The following post is a whispering wind sent out last weekend to every hobling in the Rathfall Mistsphere:
I call upon the Blight to take the last of my strength to convey this Whispering Wind to all Hoblings of this mistsphere: My children. My ride is coming to an end, and with it, so will my gift. You may flee to civilization and be safe. If you stay in the Blight, I know not what you will become. The choice is yours.
Farewell
I hope you can forgive me.
~~Bastard Blight~~
I call upon the Blight to take the last of my strength to convey this Whispering Wind to all Hoblings of this mistsphere: My children. My ride is coming to an end, and with it, so will my gift. You may flee to civilization and be safe. If you stay in the Blight, I know not what you will become. The choice is yours.
Farewell
I hope you can forgive me.
~~Bastard Blight~~