This letter is written in Aklo
Shub-Niggurath, the ever-life grows closer by the day. I feel her presence breaking through even as I write this. I have seen her arms glow with the sun. Everything is now in motion. We can't let anything stop this now. You must take them to the sacred site. Make sure the girl lives. Don't let her kill herself. We still need that dead bastard's daughter. She may kill herself just like he did. These "scholars" are weak. You must not let that happen.
The time is not optimal, but the outsiders have complicated things and we must accelerate our plan. I have instructed Urhr to gather our members and designate warriors to bring forth a blood sacrifice. This town will drown in her majesty's blood. It will be a momentous offering even grander than the Unknown and will fuel the alignment ritual with room to spare. I will give him the Eldritch Scroll (Husk), in case he has difficulty getting out. But he must hold out till the end. It is better he perish than the sacrifice stop. I trust his judgment. He has always been a strong believer.
I am off to play my part. That fool Isabelle Chaude is after the artifact. I know it. I know this whole thing is just another of Alexander's ruses. They must have been searching for it for years. And now it must be ours. It gives me such pleasure to see that bitch drown in blood.
As for those new fools, they lopped up every bit of what the cook prepared. The incantation has taken root. It always amazes me how freely people relinquish their wills. Although I have no doubt the cook will take the flesh back before soon and the precaution will prove to not be needed after all. And of course, then there is that which grows even still. Ow how I wish to see it sprout.
Yours,