Bless your heart,

Your descent into decadence and vice has not gone unnoticed; it has been cataloged, scrutinized, and found utterly repugnant.

Once, your Empire stood as a symbol of power and authority, commanding fear and respect across the realms. Now, however, you have become a mere shadow of your former glory, a pitiful spectacle of debauchery and self-indulgence. Surely one could demand the attention of Strife, but perhaps proving you still have the gumption to embrace it would suit you better in this instance.

Your obsession with carnal pleasures and feigned authority has led you astray from the true path of greatness. While other civilizations strive for progress and ascendancy through the crucible of conflict and conquest, you have chosen the ignoble pursuit of base desires.

Know this: your actions have not only disgraced yourselves but have also tainted the very fabric of existence. In the grand scheme of things, you are but a blight upon the annals of historya" festering sore that must be excised for the greater good.

You stand outside the natural order, defying the inevitable cycle of rise and fall that governs all things. And in doing so, you invite not admiration or respect, but scorn and disdain from those who understand the true nature of power and authority.

If you have even a shred of dignity left within you. Turn away from your hedonistic pursuits and reclaim the desired mantle of greatness that you have so shamelessly discarded. Or continue down this path of degradation and be consigned to the dustbin of forgotten empires, a cautionary tale for future generations.

I am pleased to return you to the Cycle if you wish to be indulgent on something worthwhile. Then you might remember what it is to feel the wounds and bruises of accomplishment upon warmed flesh.

Until the Inevitable End,

Arbiter Ulo

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 12th of Lexadian, in the year 2 AC.