Followers of the Sanguine,

You declared a Holywar against Lord Haern not more
than two years ago and since that day I have not seen
a one of you emerge from that sulphurous hole you
call a city.

Many of your followers have begged for mercy. More
still have talked about the squabbling amongst your
ranks. I'll be clear: I do not expect anything but
more cowardice. But I also do not want you to
entertain any remaining visions of grandeur after
Ysmali's essence is laid to waste.

We are the Hunters who know and fight. You, you
are merely aberrations being reminded of how
fleeting your power is once you are outside the
Rhythm.

yD

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Arios, in the year 295 MA.