Bloodloch,


When unrest began, and at the Lord's command, I ordered the Legion to reach out to their various cities and determine where allegiances would fall. I was not surprised when word swiftly returned to me that Bloodloch would be supporting our Father, Varian Celestine. Afterall, Bloodloch was engaged at this time in an essence contest to offer the most to the Lord Bamathis. Further, the Lord continued to provide His blessings and His guidance to Bloodloch and the Carnifex in particular during this time.


Just this past week I was once again brought word, this time of betrayal most foul. Bloodloch, an Empire built by the Celestine's children both mortal and Divine, had changed their official stance. It is now official Empire policy to support the abomination known as the Eschaton.


I have watched Bloodloch slide ever further into failure and irrelevance as time passes. All that my wife and those like her worked for is gone, shat upon by those who came after. Bloodloch is now little more than a weak and feral dog, snapping at the hand which provides the meat they could not procure themselves. In your attempt at relevance, you have turned your coat once again, for the second time in recent history.


I will say only this, Empire of Nothing Much. We of the Legion have felt the keen blade of betrayal's dagger. In this, I accept my failure of foresight, may the Lord judge me accordingly. A lesson has been learned, and it is one we will never forget.


Your day of reckoning comes. Every rabid beast, no matter how pathetic, must in the end be put down.


Ever His,


Whirran Arcan-Tetzauh


Ireti

Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 21st of Arios, in the year 511 MA.