Underking,

The Warband does not forget the words spoke as You amassed the entirety of Your Siblings might against the Earthen Father. It was not a measure of Your rage or power which impressed us, you were but a mewling example amidst the greater strength of your Siblings loyal mortals.

Yours. Your own leave you for Gods who give a damn about purpose. Your own left you because Your domain fractured like your precious mirror. Your own left you, because Your siblings are better at being Gods than You are.

You are a weak representation of Death and have been since Father took His best parts with him. May every last effigy crumble, may every last slanderous word against the Earth be silenced.

We have not forgotten.

NONE OF US HAVE.

And unlike Your own.... WE PERSIST.

Strength in Undeath. Strength in Earth.

-Imperator Nipsy

P.S. Give me Ewis back and fix the Lich Gardens, and we can have a chat. Just long enough for Father to return from Azvosh and shred the last remaining purpose in that filthy rag you call a body.

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 21st of Variach, in the year 502 MA.