Nystul, my advisor, and a scholar of magic, hath discovered the first link between all of these attacks: A mysterious spell veils each of the besieged cities. This spell hath lulled the city guards into ignoring the attacks of monsters upon our cities and hath nullified the defenses against the use of magic within city bounds. It is this act of sorcery that has brought repeated victory to enemy assaults.

I thank thee all for thy swift blades and deadly casting, but we are sorely compromised in our knowledge of who the enemy is... I beseech thee citizens, seek the source of this dark spell and bring us this knowledge that we may end these attacks upon Britannia. Though it saddens me, 'tis likely that a captive will need to be taken so that it may be interrogated for knowledge of our enemy. Sir Geoffrey, of my Royal Guards, shall oversee this task.

Of Trinsic, I must also speak. Armies of the undead rise up from beneath the feet of paladin and merchant alike, attacking ceaselessly. Our hold on the City of Honor grows tenuous. With our forces spread thinly throughout the realm, reinforcements may yet be a while in coming. Those who are not essential to the city's defense should flee to the protection of Britain without delay. For now, I simply cannot say if reinforcements can reach Trinsic in time. Everything within my power shall be brought to bear on this evil that hath befallen us. I give thee my word. Ready thy wares of war, keep watch upon thy neighbor's flank, and walk in the path of the virtues. Farewell to thee all, I shall speak to the again when more hath been revealed.