To all the People in the IR
The Angels of Hope Island are asking the Border Guard of Realmspace to step aside briefly (and the Border Guard, does.)
A beautiful white light springs down on many places on Oerth.
On the cottages of peasants, hiding in their homes awaiting the end.
On families huddled in their homes, waiting for death.
On people huddled in cellars, hiding in forests, in hills, wondering how long they have to live.
To the people being sheltered by druids.
To the people being sheltered by churches.
To all the children, shaking with fright, knowing the world has gone mad and their parents can't make it right.
To all these people, the Angels - beautiful, ethereal, their faces filled with sadness, but their eyes shimmering with love and warmth - offer a refuge on Hope Island, on Toril.
A place where they may go, and the coming war will not touch them or their loved ones.
All they have to do is to choose to go, and they disappear into the radiant light, to emerge in a pastoral paradise, where friendly people await them, await to help them.
There is food aplenty and to spare, and everything good to drink.
The air is warm, the breeze fragrant, and the sun warm in the green sky.
To all the People in the IR:
This is your chance to evacuate your civilian population.
The Angels are opening the way.
You may not in any way use this opportunity to take military advantage of Toril.
If you decide to ATTACK the Angels, please let me know. Your Seers state that would be a BAD idea.
(If there is to be any Divine Intervention in the IR, you can consider that this is it. There won't be any more.)