Duchess of Kinsarmar,

Antioch has afforded you warnings for your heresy. We have restrained
ourselves for the sake of diplomatic conversion, and to save your
souls from the damnation of magick. We were not the first to break our
first treaty, and we have been considerably peaceful in regards to your
continued heresy.

However, your warriors, including that traitorous fiend Alitis, who
cares more for the taste of blood than the truth of his cause, that
would sacrifice loyalty for his ego, saw fit to strike at us, and then
after we responded in kind, resorted to that despicable Cruel Lament in
a most cowardly fashion to kill one of our respected leaders.

No longer, Kinsarmar, shall we grant you the kindness of leniency. You
have, yet again, called a battle upon yourselves that you unable to
win. Perhaps Stavenn has been so harsh to you that, in your growing
madness, you have found to enjoy suffering. Very well, we shall test
that desire of yours.

I, Commander of the Legion, by the power vested in me by the Council
of Antioch, hereby declare war. We have no terms, like Stavenn did.
We shall continue to beat you into submission until our arms are tired
and we grow bored of the sport.

Draven Acerbus


Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Artificium, in the year 559 AD.