For it is written in the Apocalyptia: In war do the Earthen find strength. In battle do the Earthen become the rage of the mountains and the wrath of the sands. In blood do the Earthen find succour from stone.

There can only be true battle when both sides can muster their forces and face head on, nothing is more glorious or beautiful. There is only a hollow victory in killing a sleeping foe.

We did not come in the night like craven skulks. We met Damariel's chosen in a deluge of blood and steel. They gave us a battle worthy of song that shall echo throughout Azvosh. If only I could say the same of the rest of you.

Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 1st of Haernos, in the year 507 MA.