Bloodloch,

You have showed your hand, and a little too soon. For all the bluster and noise that comes from your horde, it is clear that intelligence truly isn't favored, or required, to fill the position of Warlord.

Where is your great victory, the great battles won? Let us take a look at what has transpired:

Your hordes pillage and slaughter with reckless abandon, without control.
Your blockade of our agriculture failed.
Your raides and charges of Spinesreach failed to truly impact it.
Your defence has failed spectacularly. Twice.
Your defenders were easily and swiftly misled, distracted by the lure of Ylem over defending their city and the smell of blood.

Where are you now? Your divisions are low, your reserves are weakening, and there is blood in the water.

I wonder, what the realm thinks of the threat of Spinesreach, who wants nothing more than to be left alone as a bastion of reason, logic and learning. A Bastion of Freedom of thought and choice.

I wonder, in your call for no peace, how it might feel to see the troops of Enorian walk your open halls. I wonder, will Duiran take this opportunity to plant a forest in your midst?

I will say, the Vanguard might cut an imposing figure upon your Throne, from what I have heard of him.

This is your last chance, Bloodloch. Continue your mewlings - I have delivered upon my promises. I will continue to deliver. Your gates are undefended. You are exposed as you have ever been. Why, anyone could march a division to your gates and continue the slaughter that I have lead on multiple accounts.

I offer you mercy. I will sit as your Occupation-General, we will call peace. Your demands will not be met. You will be paid no tribute. It will be left at that.

You are running out of time. Consider how worth it is to continue to run your mouth. It's time to start thinking.


Kind regards,

Aros Riahl,
the White Rose
Strategos
Freeman

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 5th of Niuran, in the year 505 MA.