Targossian,

How does your city look? You see risk aversion, but I see the entrance roads that you station your guards into a ruin. You complain of long odds, but only strike the Baelgrim when you can muster enough of the dockrats that you let become citizens of your city to outnumber three normal cities. The harbour that holds your drydocked navy has been shattered, your citizenry cries out for Darkwalker help in dismantling our tanks and killing our Holy warriors because you cannot do so alone.

What we do, we do alone through fervour and faith to His Malevolence. About the only thing your city has proven you're good at, is how to use Tsol'teth magic and how to swindle Eleusis out of their own material (seriously, well done on only paying that much for their tanks - bargain!).

Your voice is nothing but the death throes of an abandoned kitten. If you want to truly prove that you are above the West, then win this war. You have 7 months left.

In His Service,
Entaro Nithilar



Penned by my hand on the 11th of Sarapin, in the year 833 AF.