Greetings, Tyriik,

I felt like writing this here, because mocking you to your face doesn't
have the same impact as mocking you in front of all of Sapience.

After gleefully starting fights you couldn't finish and then crying like
a milksop for help to all who would give you their ear, you proceeded to
stupidly reject my proposal for peace. This despite it being overly
generous to you and specifically written in such a manner as to allow
you to agree to it without highlighting your obscene incompetence as a
leader and gross inability to hold the sword with the pointy end
forward.

Your claim to victory just now, when you never won a fair fight on your
own, has left my stomach muscles quite taxed with laughter. After
exhausting every avenue to deal with your inferiority complex driven
self, I'm left with simply grinding you into the dust like the maggot
you are.

Until you get those actual, capable fighters to fight your battles for
you again, that is.

The funny part is, you actually have the guts to keep hanging off of
capable people's sleeves and then claiming it your victory. I think it
might take about a century for the infernal guild to recover from your
laughable attempt at leadership, with your example as being utterly
deficient in all areas pertaining to that high position a veritable
first in all known history.

The man you keep losing to,
Sir Hadoryu Tenshou


Penned by my hand on the 1st of Variach, in the year 285 MA.