A Hint of Banality?

[Grigori]

Cries of alarm rang out in the streets of Sundren as figures are seen, for a fleeting moment, making haste away from the temple of Torm after an eruption of ichor-laced energy consumed the head priest on vigil that eve. Of the dark figures, no trace could be found for rangers to track or wizards to scrye; no trace save for one page of script that slowly moved on the breeze, barely riding along the pebbles and grit of the road outside. The yellowed paper, stained with the telltale brown smudges of dried blood, seemed to be a fragment of some other larger passage and reads as follows:

??tyranny from within backed by the influence skulking without. Drive the stake of hatred coated thick with strife through the newborn, naive heart of the sundered city lest the petty puppets of Torm make solid their foothold and remove the land from the grip of the Iron Fist for an age. The seat of rule shall be covered by the long shadow thrown by Bane and his host. The cradle of new life found at the head of the spine shall be torn asunder and reshaped into the shattered contents of a cauldron of torment to be poured over Faerun. This corruption shall spread fast and furious just as the fires flash over the dry forest when a druid dies??