Hail Scumling,

Your foolish little mortals by the names of Brishi, Septus, Azefel, and Khaius, decided to attack Auvryist and Ragnar without cause.

For consecutive days, they slew our innocents. They screamed for war, they screamed for death and blood.

Well, worms, the Empire is only too happy to oblige.

Your terms of surrender can be discussed with me. I am sure I'll be hearing from you very, very soon. Without doubt, you will be required to release Brishi from your protection, so that I don't have to visit your disgusting city any longer than necessary to destroy him. Any one of you that participate in the defense of this creature will meet its fate.

Enjoy reigning as Duchess over charred bones, and cooked meat, as you are ground beneath Imperial boots.

With Pleasure,

Lord Menoch Blackfyre, Harbinger of the Damned

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Solis, in the year 22 AM.