To the Councilors of the Heartwood,

Another week brings yet another sacrifice. Yet again more innocent blood spilled to feed the insatiable beast known as Dia'ruis.

I have returned many of you to the Underking's Halls and set you endessly upon that Cycle in which you so loudly espouse.

And yet you persist.

Noble, but misguided in your stubbornness.

Perhaps it is time for a stronger message.

Many of my comrades within the Hammer of Dawn would loudly shout 'repent or burn', in the hopes that the error of your ways would dawn upon you.

But there is only one Dawn worth seeking, and it is an Age that is magnificent to behold. I will gladly show you the way to the Light, and drag you frothing savages kicking and screaming the entire way.

I do not require nor seek your repentance, as your actions have proven time and time again that you are incapable of deviating from the path in which you have chosen to pursue. I pay no heed to your cries for mercy; for you have given none to those individuals whose blood you have spilled, whose eyes you have plucked out, whose hearts you have torn free from their chests which previously held such a desire to continue beating.

Instead, I will dutifully oblige your murderous beliefs and send you to whatever inevitable end you so desire - so long as you continue to spill innocent blood. Spare me the rhetoric of the wilds not holding any to be innocent. This scribing is not intended to be a means of conversation. That time has passed.

This is to inform you that the Crusaders of the Varouk-saad only require one thing from you:

To burn.

And burn you shall. You and all your wilds with you.

The culling is nigh.

Knight S. Kavoros

Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 13th of Chakros, in the year 509 MA.