Cyrene,

No reason to respond to you in detail. You are cluttering the news board with political drivel in an attempt to have us climb over a mountain of paperwork as if this is one of your standard senate meetings. Mercy was given to you and now it has been taken away.

Terra,

You may have confused Ashtani screams with steel clanging and sparks flying while each of your guardsmen was ripped from its line of defence as we entered through your front gates. Your army cowered in a room off the path of destruction, behind three obstructions and the cover of your Divine, terrified of what a misstep might result in. This painted a rather amusing picture unlike your failed attempt to convince your allies of a moral victory. The destruction of your entrance, successful capture of your tank reserves, and the dozens of guardsmen killed tell the real story. We will remind you of this story time and time again as we did last month.

Sapience,

The home of the only other true participant in the recent years' games has been spared out of respect for his admirable display. Band together if you wish, though. If you believe we are stopping at Targossas and Cyrene when the admiration has faded, you are mistaken. Remember my words well, none are safe from the oncoming storm.



Warlord Jhui Ta'sa, Lord of the Crossing

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Chronos, in the year 651 AF.