You have made it known that you would wish to take on the world. So be
it, Incensum. You will know no rest nor mercy until you cease your
attacks on Kinsarmarians and Bards. From a being such as you who has
proved his worth time and time again I will know that you mean such when
I hear not of a death or robbery from one of those two groups at your
hands for 2 years or when you leave your powers of Vodun behind and
cease to disgrace the Wytchen with your tainted talents. A decade ago
you terrorized my city with the use of demons and I had not the power to
stop you. Times have changed.

You slay the weak without reason. You attack for the sole sake of sadism
and a desire to ruin. Your actions have consequences and you shall
suffer them until you foreswear your desire for death and pain. I ask
those who would rally against the infection of Aetherius to join hands
and forces regardless of creed. Peace has been broken. Enjoy the company
of Dillinger or the embrace of Divine Grace.

The only thing you shall rob from me shall be a trip to Dis.

Sincerely,
The Whirlwind of Words.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Vita, in the year 447 AD.