Moghedu,

Our armies march. Your women and children scream in terror as the inorexable advance of Evil tears through your halls, the survivors only fit to serve the Lords and Ladies of Mhaldor.

It is a great disappointment to find that instead of rising up against the threat against your ancestral home, meeting our forces vigor and ferocity, instead you grovel to city states and beg for their protection.

No matter. Bring forth your mercenaries recruited in Darkness. Perhaps they will be able to infuse some steel into your feckless spines. When you are ready to admit the futility of resistance against His Malevolence, and the majesty that is His Truths, we will humbly accept your surrender and welcome you into subjugation.

We all remain His,

Entaro Nithilar
Tyrannus of Mhaldor

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Phaestian, in the year 873 AF.