Kinsarmar,

Long have I encroached upon your lands now, speaking to you all of the
impending doom of your home, as taught by the Lesson of Ki. Long have
I shared with you the Lesson of Zhov, attempting to warn you all of
the destructive nature of your ways.

So have you refused to hear the words of the Lord of the Seven Suns,
and now, Kinsarmar, where are your Gods? Where is your "true power in
magick"?

You have isolated yourself, with your ignorance and your policies.
The world, however, has not forgotten you, no matter how much you try
to hide from the eye of fate. You can no more remove yourself from
the world than you could from the light of the Suns themselves.

Stavenn has come upon you, and it has utterly decimated you. You, in
your desperation, have cried out to us, us of all people, to defend
you. We, who have fought to protect ourselves from your own attacks,
we, who have made ourselves stronger by resisting the temptations of
magick and finding power within.

Yet, we are not without compassion. Antioch will not enslave you, like
the dread City of Demons. Accept these terms, Kinsarmar, and your life
shall be exponentially greater.

First, renounce magick. It has given you nothing, and has taken away
everything.

Second, after completing the first term, embrace Antioch as your ally
in the battle against the taint, and those who are enemied to your
city, remove their status.

Third, renounce your Gods, and take the Pantheon into your hearts.

Fulfill these tasks, Kinsarmar, and Antioch shall save you from your
demise. Fail to do so, and you'll all gurgle upon the blood of their
blades. You seem to think we should despise them more than you. That,
Kinsarmar, is why you know not the meaning of purity. But we can teach
you.

Accept, Kinsarmar, and know salvation!

Darven Acerbus
Incinerate of the Suns
Mukhtar of Antioch


Penned by my hand on the 10th of Letum, in the year 559 AD.