You Imperials never learn, and perhaps some would consider your stubbornness an admirable trait. But no, you skulk into Arurer Haven like the opportunistic little worms that you are, but when the Hammer strikes, you scatter like frightened rats.

The Hammer's forces breached your Alcazar, tore down your chains, and put Shilkar to the sword. The seats of your Thronekeepers now stand adorned with the banners of Enorian to serve as a reminder of how your actions led us to this point today.

You have no claim to Arurer Haven. You have no claim to victory. You have only the wreckage of your own arrogance. Feel free to test us again at your own convenience. We will be waiting.

"Ajal ru-sharak, yal-ruin vekh'zan."

"The pyre devours, and the wicked are its feast."

- Lord Marshal S. Kavoros
Voice of the Light

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 18th of Severin, in the year 10 AC.