Chosen of the Earth,

The Underking's own are not of such established rank or martial ability to give a battle worthy of glory and note.

We grow, we strive to become an adversary to match our longest standing rival in that of the Earthen Lords own. However, even you must know that myself throwing myself upon the hardened combatants of Ivoln's is a fools errand, that only benefits your own egos.

As I have told both Yettave and Kurak recently, we will see you in war, however, this war will be one that will be glorious, not some one sided quarrel against those trained in combat and militaristic measure, against an Order of four people who are learning combat and the means to match such a foe.

Am I admitting defeat beforehand, yes. I know my ability and that of those around me, as I know yours.

You will see our surrender, but you will not see our end.

The day will come that we are ready to face you, and when that day comes I promise blood will be spilled and history shall be made, however this day is not now, and this war is not that war.

Rejoice in your victory, before it even starts, years of training have earned you this.

Executioner Ulo

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 19th of Ios, in the year 506 MA.