Oathbreakers,

It is a simple truth that all debts must in their time be paid. When we were few, when greater concerns darkened our doorstep, you took the opportunity to plant the knife. It is ever the way of the coward.

You were given much by my Lord. You swore oaths and held treaties, and you violated them without a thought. When you were offered the possibility for atonement, you spat upon Him once again.

Our ranks grow, and the time is long overdue. We seek now the only currency which an oathbreaker might provide, that most pitiful life.

Let us make of these lands a crimson altar to Him, and may your screams carry our offerings to His ear within the Chaos realm.

There is only victory or death.

There is only Strife, everlasting.

Ever His,

Whirran Arcan-Tetzauh

High Priest

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 10th of Dharos, in the year 4 AC.