Mhun of Moghedu.

You have failed. Your pitiful forces scatter like ashes in the wind, your leaders soak up pools of their own poisoned blood; your children tore themselves to pieces, and their howls of pain will ring in your ears until the end of your days.

We warned you. We foretold your reckoning to come crashing down upon you, and you refused us. Your Guardians abandoned their post, your shadow mercenaries folded under our onslaught, and every step of the way you ignored an immutable, inescapable fact; you are not Strong enough to stop us.

With a lesson of death and destruction gifted unto you, our work with you is finished. You and your kind are still banned from His City as long as you resist the shackles of enslavement, and your blood will still stain our blades as it has for centuries.

Let the plumes of smoke rising in triplicate over the Court of Shadows impart our message to all: Mhaldor will force Strength into every sentient being in Creation who foolishly resists their own advancement.

For the Master, unto Eternity.
In Service,
Warden Eoka Nithilar


Penned by my hand on the 1st of Daedalan, in the year 875 AF.