Once-timid beasts have grown bold, assaulting travelers without provocation. The beast tribes' raids encroach ever deeper into citystate territory while men claiming to be holy Archons defile the sanctity of our aetheryte camps by preaching of impending doom. There are even rumors of silver-clad imperial knights lurking about the island.
Now I am certain the balance between man and nature has been disturbed, and it is all due to that ever-growing canker in the sky─Dalamud, our once lesser moon.