There are perhaps ninety people in Avistan who have studied ancient texts well enough to know that there were many arcane and hidden ways of casting words across long distances, before Earthfall.
There is one who is staring at a small radio that He made, himself, following the instructions of the Church of Abadar broadcast to all the world including the parts of it under interdict, in His workshop, with mingled hope and fury.
"There's someone else out there."
And then the god is on His throne and the priests are being given orders - "Shift to secure mode, prepare lockdowns - ready reserves of Outsiders - granaries fully stocked - an immediate ban on radios among the subjects and every priest must carry one to study it, so that the people can be taught weather patterns and good prices from the lips of the Chosen -" And of course the god is not on his throne that's a simulacrum passing his words on by telepathic bond, Razmir isn't a fool. If one of the Runelords has returned and has radio, Razmir will gladly sell Himself to whoever it is that is out to restore civilization, but He is going to make damn well sure he has the resources to survive for long enough to negotiate a price.
