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To Serve the Sea Sload
Good mer of Summerset, I understand your reluctance. After all, it was not that long ago I wrote with a vigorous quill about the dangers from the deep. I called the Sea Sloads vile, ambitious, and slug-like. How easy to see, with the clarity given by handsome K'Tora, how wrong I was.
As our new masters from Ul'vor Kus position themselves in their roles as governors, I strongly felt the need to set the record straight. In point of fact, our centuries-long civilization has been empty, a shell of what it could be, what it might be. And now that the firm, webbed fingers of our betters have stepped to the fore, I am deeply proud to meet them at the water's edge. To grasp their dewy limbs in my own. And to convey what we might do to make this moment, this apotheosis of our culture, go smoothly.
RESHAPING OF THE MIND
I am proud to say my own order has taken up the mantle of mindshapers, as Sapiarchs now don the indigo robes of the Sanitorium. We live to serve you, our fellow souls of Summerset, in all things. We can ease ancient woes from childhood, slip toxic relationships from your mind, and slip stresses from you imagination as easily as a physician works free a splinter from a wound.
RESHAPING OF THE FLESH
Perhaps your mind is not enough, perhaps you desire a whole new you? From Welenkin Cove vivacious B'Korgen works the fair magic of fleshcrafting. Yaghra apprentices toil alongside every day, learning the art as well. Perhaps a slimmer body is what you desire, or new terrible claws for the front lines in the coming war with the mainland? Their skill is more than up to the challenge.
RESHAPING OF THE SHADOW
For those with sufficient sorcerous aptitude, might I recommend a pilgrimage to Cloudrest? Beautiful Z'maja has apprenticed a number of powerful mages into the ways of Shadow already, and if you act quickly you might find yourself in her next cadre of students.
This is just the first step in a long road to glory and supremacy for our people. Keep your wits about you, out there. The last thing the island needs in these portentous times are anarchists and doom-sayers. Hail to a Summerset reborn! Hail to the Sload!