Take care, all you peoples of the world, for a blight far greater than all those wicked wars in the Age of Discord is among us. Humans drop your scope against your Elven brothers! Dwarfs unclench your desire befogged grip of the glittering gold! Dishonoured Orcs put down your perpetual dispute among each other and prove your worth! Peoples, embrace your prodigal siblings, that you may stand bold and resolute against the taint of the demonologists in our midst.

Who has not heard the detestable tales of the apostates? Who has not heard of their stealthy descents into unhallowed and in imperishable darkness wrapped sites anathema even to the godless Nadrash, there to emerge with all manner of obscene artefacts, that slander the transcendence of the Gods? Who has shut his ears to the whispers of their diabolic arts, their demon-bequeathed knowledge? I am no member of the Manrok Order, nor do I wholly support their crusade, but if ever these zealots are needed, it is in this hour and thus they may protect the innocent of these and purge with blazing sword all those, who are tainted by this creeping venom.

They have sacrificed themselves to the demons and to the one, who I will not name here. Naked they are under the limitless sky and the relentless eye of Brágon, that shines on us in all its glory; therefore they wander surreptitiously and seek shelter in the darkness. They descend into their masters desecrated ruins there to entertain all kinds of demonic beasts and to conclude all manner of unhallowed pacts. They corrupt the souls of the faithful with the voice of Bjolmur; they scorch the mind of the righteous with flame of Dragorog and ruin the body of the upright with the bony hand of Cherass. They play host to all kinds of abyssal creatures arisen out of the most dreadful nightmare; no sin is to great for them. They revile the five Elder and instead worship the one, whom they call in their blasphemies blindness the creator.

These demonologists mock the true path of divine adoration and instead are lovers of the forbidden exploration of abominable knowledge of which the true believer would recoil in horror. Verily, they care little whether they corrupt the virtuous with their magic, so long as their masters’ purposes are advanced. And that demonologists serve and venerate the one and his monstrous demons is evident to even the simplest among us; yet for all that, their specific aims remain as mysterious as the foul ends by which they achieve them. Perhaps it is just as well, that children and the feeble may sleep soundly of nights thereby.

The Manrok Order has killed many, but has had less fortune on securing some for interrogation. Captured demonologists rarely stay imprisoned long, for they are as cunning as Mandra-Vipers. I have heard rumours that one demonologist, bound and writhing under the patriarchs red-hot iron, spontaneously gave up his ghost in a puddle of deliquescing slime, causing all present to flee the dungeon lest they be overwhelmed by the rancid stench.

I must now warn the gentle reader, for demonologists are often fair of face and readily mingle with the innocent when they must come among us in pursuit of their goals. By certain signs may you know them, for their blasphemous practices leave a taint upon their bodies. Yea, the five Elder do not lightly dismiss this perfidious deviation from their will and cause their sins to be made manifest upon their flesh. All have heard, no doubt, of the witch-marks by which demonologists may be detected in our midst, the third nipple, cataract-plagued eyes, pus-bearing tumours, hidden horns, goat tails and other signs of the Elder’s displeasure. When a stranger bearing such signs comes among you, contact the Order at the first opportunity; for demonologists seek nothing less than to contaminate and defile all whom they encounter and they take particular delight in debasing the holy.

Oh Gods, is their unworthy existence a trial of our stableness? Will we be measured according to our success in their destruction? Thus, be at the ready and stay alert as they are the one cancer that must not be tolerated among us. These are no Orcs, to be scrutinized in every respect and at all times, that they may not let themselves be bonded again to the accursed one. In contrary to the Orcs they must not be warily tolerated! Demonologists, any and all, are naught but a cosmic sickness about to seize all of us. They are a tangible dimming of the divine glory. They give the godly no respite and must thus expect non in return. Display only sufficient mercy to give them an opportunity to recant; should they refuse, send them to their reward with as little regret or compassion as you would display to a stinging swamp fly before you end its miserable life.