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\ \ \/ / / / Sir Benedicto Silverain
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Inar aal-Inra imn aal-Inuriyyan!

The Empire and its vaunted and oft loudly-boasted strength has come to naught in less than a week. Proven as flimsy as the principles that are so proudly and frequently bellowed for all the realm to hear.

As it is, we will not say that the Holy City of Enorian conquered the Empire. They were not vanquished, for they barely even stirred. Instead, the Hammer was left - unimpeded - to liberate the villages of Kornar and Vilimo from the oppression and tyranny of the Imperial servants. Not only that, but the vaunted desert fortress of El'Jazira was left to fall to the Light with aid that was too little, too late. The Tyrant

So much for the strength of the Carnifex. So much for the pride of the Dominion. So much for the faith of the Teradrim.

The sun rises upon the Empire and the warmth of it's light is glorious to behold!

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 17th of Slyphian, in the year 507 MA.