The following is a widely distributed letter to the nobility of the lands of Silverthorne, Dorchak, Susspin, and Gilbain. Additionally, from later records it is believed that copies of this missive reached the Dwarven Homeland and the Elven City of Silv’An’Dar. Rumor states that the eldritch of the Val’Kin’Vi, the Champion storyteller of the Guthrie, the pirate kings of the Corsair Isles, the Lords of Carthin, and the Lady of Alleria also received this letter.

Fourth Seventh day, Harvest Month, Reapers Day Eve in the year One Thousand and Forty Nine By the Hand of Baron Strider Al’Terra, Lord of the Blasted Lands

My Lords and Ladies, Esteemed Peers and Persons of Notoriety,

I Strider Al’Terra, call on you my friends and colleagues to attend me in a Neutral Ground of my choosing, that the grievous wrongs addressed to these Lands may be addressed in Formal and Fitting manner. Let my call of brotherhood not go unanswered, for it is a call to a last chance of peace, a Final Haven for the hopes and dreams of the great peoples of these nations who have shed too much Blood, and suffered too many Wrongs, to continue to suffer the Misunderstandings of their leaders.

On my Honor and my Blood I shall provide Guarantor of safety to all who shall attend. None shall shed the blood of another while under my Seal. On this you have my word as Truth by that Virtue instilled by a House that Was.

On Solstice Eve we the esteemed shall Gather together on the isle at the eye of the storm in the Inner Sea. Here, on lands unclaimed by all, all claimants may have their say, and pending disaster averted. To Prevent War, the stars of Phantera shall shine again.

This I proclaim, and it is so. Each attendee may bring an entourage of fifty men at arms. All but two of these shall remain on the shores of the sea. Only the dignitaries and two who shall hold their honor will be permitted on the isle. This I proclaim, and shall make so.

I look forward to seeing you soon, friends old and new.