‘How shall I begin the deeds wrought by these nefarious men! The images of the Old Faith were trodden underfoot as though they were soil.  The relics of the Princess Sarai were tossed into unclean places.   But all equanimity was lost as the Great Ash Tree of our Rurikid protectors fell before the hellfire of Orenian siege. Its sacred oak, the marvel of the world and testament to our strength, was broken to bits and distributed among the elven soldiery, its infinite splendor fashioned