To the Tyrant of the Sanguine Fist and the Commander of the Black Keep,

The Warlord decreed that all choices made during this final chapter of the Celestine's war for our place in existence would be remembered.

History shall remember you as traitors, Bloodloch - traitors who, as recently as a season before this catastrophic duel of Creators, proclaimed to Lord Bamathis that you sought an end to the Albedi menace.

Was it not your own empire that made mention of the Merciless Light's reprehensible shrines as justification for their breach of diplomatic decorum?
Were your words lies?
Were they convenient excuses?
Did you co-opt the Lord's immaculate purpose for something so self-serving as expansionist warmongering, all the while harbouring no intention whatsoever to aid in that purpose when the time came?
Do you seek only to dominate the weak and timid, as the Hammer's forces so clearly were?

Remember this, Tyrant: if our enemy wins, there shall be no nations left to conquer - for we shall be crushed beneath Its heel.

The Argent Legion recognises the Heartwood Council and the Theocracy of the North for their loyalty to our cause. They have stood against the depraved masses that look to an unknowable being for salvation from a problem that shall never come to pass.

If only we could say the same of you.

We call out now to all of Sapience: cast aside these delusions of Eschatonic benediction, for they are but smoke upon the wind. There is no assurance from It aside from that of destruction. Take up arms and join the Argent Legion, or else operate through our newly-established Argent Watch. Safeguard Creation from these mongrels so swift to kneel before the Albedi menace, and let us take back what is ours.

For the Father on High,
Danson, Officer of the Argent Legion

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 5th of Chakros, in the year 511 MA.