Cyrenians,

It is no surprise you have, without any time wasted, allowed yourselves once again to be ridden so vicariously by those who too recently attempted to lay siege to your City, instead of foisting yourselves after the Tsol'teth claimed your walls as their own, you so hastily fear such again that you will hand enough of your sovereignty to other nations so diligently.

How quaint, it seems our constant engagements, the seige from the Tsol'teth, the enroaching push of enemies from all directions has taught your leadership nought but how to serve as adequate seating for Cyrene's enemies. Nevertheless, any Cyrenians whom find their leadership as weak, wretched and deplorable as anyone who values their standing as having even an iota of worth, speak to any of His Legion. We will be more than happy to show you, truly, through our own forces what truly protecting one's walls, hoisting out those who feebly prostate themselves before nothing but mortals is like.

Cast aside the shackles of false freedom and unity, for you have been given nothing but lies shrouded in the arrogance of "benevolence", and instead embrace the obsidian shackles that truly represents what potential mortals truly have in His worlds.

Think on this, Cyrene. Do not let those who pretend to represent you tell you what is best for your own pursuit and organisation.

In Strength and the only Truths to Creation,

Subjugator Minifie Lichlord.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Chronos, in the year 826 AF.