TO ENEMIES OF THE FORSAKEN SON,   Stagnation has crept into our ranks like a plague. In our path to seek righteousness, our wardens have grown idle as The Tyrant goes into hiding. It is in despair I alone have faltered, for my fears make the most of me. Yet, today this should change. As Azdromoth grows bold once again, we need not match him; but surpass him. To be bolder.       It is with this our crusade begins. As with any, we call the banners. The chapters must c