Written by: Tyrant Elene Arcan-Tetzauh
Date: Thursday, October 20th, 2022
Addressed to: Aros Riahl, the White Rose
I know what you are attempting to do.
The militia of the North is flagging in strength and morale, and so you attempt to rally the opportunistic souls of Duiran and Enorian to fight your battles for you.
Without the assistance of Valorie and Illikaal of Duiran in foci fights, Spinesreach cannot stand on their own.
Without the Akkari Host distracting us with their efforts to liberate slaves in our territories, you can initiate nothing.
Last chance, you say?
Look to your barracks, Northern General. Amidst the pile of Empire bodies, in spite of your guards and 'comrades in arms,, lie the corpses of your hoplites.
As to me, I return the same words unto you.
You are running out of time. Consider how worth it is to continue to run your mouth. It's time to start thinking.
I am,
Tyrant Elene Arcan-Tetzauh
Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 6th of Niuran, in the year 505 MA.
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