Pitiful little charlatain, allow me to spell out the calumnies you use to attempt to enveigle the weak minded and frail populace.

Your fruitless efforts to paint the Baelgrim in need of aid can be dismissed with a simple, cursory glance at the accolades that Mhaldor has received time and again with but a singular theme laying the bedrock of our foundation: we stand alone. From the Tsol'teth assault on our fortress, to the laughable attempt at invasion by every city in Sapience, we have thwarted all of these displays of the power of quantity with that which you all lack: the power of quality.

The same cannot be said of you miserable barbarians, as history has long since denounced you as treacherous opportunists, eager to suckle at whichever teat bears its necrotic nipple toward your parched and ravenous lips. How many times have the forces of Targossas saved you from utter defeat and annihilation? How many times has Eleusis been at the beck and call of the Dawnspear? Oh my, I don't seem to have that many fingers, even if I were to reclaim my lost hand... but I shall name two, for brevity's sake:

- Eleusis claimed victory in several CTFs by virtue of
Targossas simply handing them flags (Tesha should recall
this quite vividly!)

- Eleusis took up arms for Targossas during the Mhaldor-
Targossas war when it became clear that Targossas was
failing miserably. Targossas paid Eleusis for their
tanks.


Eleusis is, and always will be, a puppet nation with strings attached to the very hands of those they claim to loathe: the forces of civilization, for without them Eleusis simply would cease to be. The delicate and subtle machinations of Eleusis are directly anathema to the ideologies it espouses.

Actions speak louder than words, "Ser", and it seems that the leafs with which you bind yourselves to are naught but parchment to be burned and discarded when faced with any actual threat. Your claims to stand against advancement and to tear down that which has been constructed by hands much grander than your own is, at its core, a farce - a whimsical prevarication that you repeat to yourselves in order to numb the sting of hypocrisy that quakes within your very souls while to stand side-by-side in arms with those you claim to stand against.

For all its faults, Mhaldor has what you seem to lack: Integrity.

We do not assume that the rest of the world agrees with our methods, nor our purpose. Indeed, to bend the knee to the God-Emperor of Sapience, Lord Sartan, is a feat only the strongest of people may accomplish. Regardless, our enemies have always known that to take the field against Mhaldor means to face soldiers that hold fast and strong to their values, and are resilient in their service to our Master. The same can never be said of you, nor your ilk, Aodfionn.

That your words are simply a distraction that you wish to perpetuate in order to deceive prying eyes speaks volumes of the gravitas you place upon your station. I am not even a knight, and I, the Holocaust King, who is known for guile and duplicity, have more honour than you. How sad.

But please, blather on about how Eleusis will eventually destroy all of civilization while it continues to rely on its support. We'll be over here actually making a difference in the world by cutting swathes through the weak sacrifices you so pridefully claim are the Earthmother's army, along with your more civilized allies.

In HIS Name,

Aegoth Aristata
The Holocaust King
The HAND of Perdition
Chosen of the God-Emperor of Sapience, Lord of all Creation
The Infernal Flames of Iniquity Dancing Upon the Charred Corpses of His Enemeis

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Chronos, in the year 942 AF.