Mhaldor:

The West has a short memory.

Not two years have passed since the soldiers of the Dawnspear last stormed the Ziggurat of Malignancy and cut down the Malevolent One's soldiers before Him, presenting Him their heads in open defiance of all that He is and all that He represents.

Already, the Lord of Evil presses for clemency, brandishing petty curses in an attempt to coerce Targossian forces into taking oaths against desecrating that which He considers sacred.

The Dawnspear is the will of the Bloodsworn made manifest, and Their will is the eradication of Evil from Sapience. No paltry threats, mortal or divine, will ever turn back Their servants from this sacred duty.

The only promise we will make to Him is thus: When Your city crumbles and Sapience is shown the truth of Evil's proclaimed strength once again, we will march on Your precious ziggurat and paint the walls with the blood of Your fallen.

Twice before, our cities have gone to war. Twice before, Evil has been vanquished.

Perhaps this time, the lesson will take.

In Their service,

Sothantos Maynard de l'Evanoir
Dawnlord


Penned by my hand on the 14th of Ero, in the year 831 AF.