You knew, spineless filth, better than anyone that an order so tightly bound to the Empire would be in no shape to fight back after recent warfare - so you set up a holy war nobody can win, and make like a spotty juvenile just discovering how to have fun alone after using a tactic anyone with half a brain and no ambition can cook up.

It's nothing to crow over - it's a foregone conclusion, because it was never a challenge. Merely a cheat. And what do we call people who crow and stomp about after a successful bout of cheating? Cowardly lackawits who piss all over the great dignity and gravitas of whichever God you champion is supposed to have, I'm sure.

So congratulations. You've stooped just as low as the Empire itself. Anyone with eyes can see that none of you were aiming for a victory you deserve.

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 3rd of Slyphian, in the year 510 MA.