Enorian,

If you had sought to rouse our fury, your initial strike in the first war against the Empire was truly a masterstroke of strategy.

If you had then sought to utilise your victory to refine your skills in oppression, I applaud your efforts for they held a budding seed of tyranny.

In your avarice, you declared a second war against us the very moment you could, hoping to extend the length of our forced surrender and put us in our place.

Yet, hubris without the proper means to back it is a fool's errand.

The aftermath of this campaign is a stark reversal; our territories are returned to us, while yours have been occupied. The sands of the Mhojave are still wet with the gluttonous spill of blood, the Earth feasting upon what was given in the furor of battle.

With your surrender comes the arrival of Imperial Apostle Rijetta, she who will sit upon the Throne of Cinders as an extension of the Hegemonist's will. Under her hand, you can either choose to seize the opportunity and rise above your current limits, or wallow evermore 'neath the yoke of self-aggrandizing competence.

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Tyrant Elene Arcan-Tetzauh '-._.' '._.-'
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Penned by my hand on Closday, the 21st of Chakros, in the year 508 MA.