Spinesreach,

Of all your ungrateful, conniving, bull-headed antics, this latest
fiasco has finally taken your self-importance too far. I have enslaved
myself, bound myself with chains to the gears of war, and crushed those
who meant to wipe us from this land. What have you given up, o' Lion of
the North? Three soldiers a month to come and join my dozens of
commanders as we dominated the East? Pitiful. Disgraceful.

Villi, Daughter of None- You have disgraced yourself with your behavior.
You have dishonored your people in your actions. In all my years, I
would not believe anyone to have the gall to brand such a worthy ally an
enemy. You have admitted to me that you commit this disgusting act of
impudence as a political maneuver, to bring those you find important
within your city to favor you. So I swear by the Gods themselves: You
are a treacherous wench, no more fit to lead than the foolish jester
Nahasa before you.

To the citizenry of Spinesreach: You are all important. Every loyal
citizen who strives to make their city a place of dignity and worth is
worth their weight in gold. If your leaders value you less than a few
prominent members, then your efforts are lost. It pains me greatly to
sever our ties, but I cannot in good faith allow Bloodloch to press on
in a one-sided alliance.

All outer-city treaties in effect with Bloodloch are now void.
The treaty between Spinesreach and Bloodloch is now void.

Desian, Son of Bloodloch


Penned by my hand on the 10th of Niuran, in the year 271 MA.