Tyrant,

At the end of our campaign, I offered you the chance to come to the negotiating table. Instead of accepting our mercy, you sneered and offered me a date with your Warleader.

Now, as you realize that we are not yet through with you, you plead to come to terms.

So be it. Here are our terms for you and your Empire:

Repent or burn.

The culling is nigh,
Vanguard Kalena Emerson

Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 17th of Variach, in the year 508 MA.