Dominion soldiers, I am writing to you as a brother and a friend.
I am a werewolf prophet of Hircine, the God of the Hunt, who brings honor to those who pursue worthy prey.
For long I have watched the movement of armies across the landscape of Cyrodil. The fate of Trueflame sits on the edge of the needle - with all three alliances having a fair opportunity to claim victory.
Lord Hircine is pleased by how the battlelines are drawn. The hunting grounds have been prepared, and the Blood Moon rises. We are blessed by a worthy fight against worthy opponents!
Sharpen your blades. Prepare your spells. Ask for favor from Hircine, or whichever diety you send your prayers to. Now is the time to fight with all your heart and and rally for the Dominion!
I'm not asking for anything than for all of us to give it our best in the next two weeks. We must hunt like a wolf pack - be cunning, communicate with each other, strike swiftly and with force.
We must continue to rise up as leaders to fill in gaps in the day between organized groups - even small groups for 30 minute to an hour. We must be willing follow any crown who will push objectives on the map. We must be willing to fight for every flag, even if it means dying alone, trampled by the feet of enemy zergs.
Unless every Dominion soldier and Guild unites as one to check the unbridled ambition and avarice of our foes, they will soon conquer us, apart and disunited. They will drive us from our country, scattered as the autumn leaves by the wind.
For Grahtwood!
For Elseweyr!
For Auridon!
For all those of other races who have rallied to our cause!
Fight hard AD - May the eagle banner fly for 1,000 years and 1,000 after that. If we are fated to die so be it - it will be an honor to have fought alongside you!
A Bosmer Nightblade Werewolf