To the so-called "Coalition"

First, Cyrene fell like a rotted oak into mulch. Then Hashan succumbed to their ironic fear of the shadows and bent the knee to lesser, unworthy beings. And now it has come to this. I am disappointed, yet unsurprised that you foolish heathens allowed yourselves to become enveigled within the poorly crafted prevarications Targossas spun for you. How easily the world forgets portant weaved by the Genesis Himself upon the eve of Lord Deucalion's folly in the Chaos Realm. How easily you delude yourselves into blind trust for the enemy, and unrelenting scorn upon those who shall bring this world to greatness. When will you all learn?

I come to you, Sapience, with an ultimatum. You may come and prostrate yourselves before the Black Hand, those chosen to rule this world as Lord Sartan's highest, and beg for our assistance to dig you out of the Golgothian-sized pit you have dug yourselves in. Should you prove truly repentant, the Tsol'teth scourge shall henceforth be eradicated by Mhaldor, the Bastion of True Strength upon His world.

Elsewise you may continue to agonize and suffer defeat after defeat from your gross ineptitude and lack of foresight. You may continue to attempt your futile battle and eventually succumb to the Tsol'teth as did the others. In the end, it matters naught, for Mhaldor shall stand.

You have until Sarapin to give your answer to our Tyrannus.

In Service to Him,

Aegoth Aristata
The Holocaust King
Commandant of Balegrim Fortress
Minister of Iniquity to the Lord of All Creation

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Phaestian, in the year 799 AF.