Lord Pentharian,

Perhaps it is simly beyond mortal comprehension, but I do not understand
this war you have waged upon my Masters own order.

Surely, Your might has been witnessed on several occasions, but it was my
impression that by declaring war perhaps a follower or two of Yours would
come to meet me on the field of battle. This hasn't been the case, they
all sit quietly in Shallam, and refuse my challenges.

What war is this You wage upon us? The mortal followers of Sartan cannot
defend themselves from You personally, Lord Pentharian, so will this be the
extent of Your campaign?

Czanthria tells you, "Xerimor can tell you when he attacked, I did not even
defend myself. Your dueling and fighting is an attempt to prove things I have
no need to."

You tell Sir Cyrille Zuiho_sho, "Do you too refuse to fight for your God? I see
it is a common choice among your kind..."
Cyrille tells you, "Your almost 300% my might I don't enjoy dieing in a fight I
have no chance in Your looking for some grand champion that I am not."


These are Pentharians mighty warriors.

Malaclypse Thorn, Chaplain of Evil
Master of the Iron Citadel

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Scarlatan, in the year 271 AF.