Aetolian Game News
Corrections
Written by: Pentarch Kalena Emerson
Date: Saturday, June 10th, 2023
Addressed to: Asaraii
Tyrannical liar,
Let me once again educate you in the discussion since you had no part in it. Your multiple attempts at covering up the fact that Bloodloch is spineless and cannot be taken at their word with you at the helm are growing more laughable with each post you make. Remember, I keep thorough records and am always happy to share. As stated per treaty with Bloodloch:
IV) ON TERRITORY
1. All statues to the Empire's Divine Advisories - Lords Abhorash, Bamathis,
Ivoln, Chakrasul - placed in what was once Enorian's Territories (now
Bloodloch's) will remain unspoiled.
2. Bloodloch's hold on Enorian's territories (Jaru, Arbothia, and Tainhelm)
will be relinquished when the duration of the treaty has ended.
Now, as this seems to be a terribly hard concept for you to understand, as people much smarter and savvy wrote them, I will explain it for you. Section one, clearly states statues - and purposely does not include shrines. Once more, by decree and agreement of the Hegemonist Himself. I understand this is counterproductive to the false narrative you are trying to prop up, but the truth is rarely kind to the deluded.
Next, section two! In the treaty you claim we desecrated, the territories are listed out as belonging to Enorian and that Bloodloch would hold to their word by relinquishing them. You chose to dissolve the treaty rather than honour this. You sacrificed any integrity you had at the negotiating table by proving you would never adhere to the terms you laid out already - terms you chose to change before we ever attempted to deter you. We chose only to attack your troops and deter you after this became evident to us by decree of your Warleader's mouth. The 'scrap of paper' you so shamelessly tore to shreds, with the signature of a much more accomplished and effective leader, was adhered to by the Hammer of Dawn. It is the supposed Empire that failed to adhere to their agreement and tainted their reputation, poisoning any potential diplomacy they shall ever embark upon again. With you at the helm and your Warleader jibbering in your ear constantly, the Empire has disgraced themselves, while trying desperately to point fingers in every direction but their own.
I stated that I would be willing to negotiate, but I would not put the Hammer into another surrender. The response received was, quote, "If you will not treaty, then you will fight. And you will see Enorian destroyed under your guiding hand." Unfortunately, your Warleader's strong arm tactics did not work as you had both hoped. You attempted to have us make a decision within minutes while threatening us from Jaru with the combined forces of Bloodloch and Duiran, and you failed. You state that we hope for mercies and forgiveness, yet it is you that does not understand how significant a treaty should be. I have nothing to ask forgiveness for, nor do I expect mercies from anyone. But fear not! You have alerted Sapience that you are nothing more than a treacherous embarrassment. Pat yourself on the back, but remember that pride and ego when it bites you and your Empire in the ass over and over and over for centuries to come.
It is not we that do not know what we stand for. To find the one that lacks knowledge of their stance, Tyrant, you need only track down a mirror. You shame the competent leaders and the legacy that you were entrusted with. With one foul deed, you have destroyed any credibility that they worked to build. Be proud of how swiftly you squandered any trust this continent had for you. Take pride that you have sullied the name of your beloved Empire, and all Those gods that claim it as Their domain. Relish in the result of your treachery, but know the measure of your folly, for Sapience will not soon forget that you and your Warleader poison any agreement you touch. Enjoy your slow burn through existence, for you will join Leonce and the rest of your vampiric ilk upon the burning pyre.
Burn for your treachery,
Vanguard Kalena Emerson
Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 24th of Chakros, in the year 510 MA.