Hegemony,

Within the grounds of Vilimo, we one and all joined in that union most sacred, blood spilled in testament to the truth of His realm. We made of that lush den of overindulgence something worthy of the name, an altar to bloodshed without end and conflict without reprieve. From the ruins of decadence is wrought a shrine of carnage and woe, and for this, we recognize your participation in His most holy sacrament.


Though it is likely fleeting for those of you who are NOT my wife, you have my respect. It matters not at all to us who feeds the crows when black wings fall, and so you would have this respect regardless of the outcome.

Victory or death. Until someone or something delivers us the second, we fight.

Strife everlasting.

Ever His,

Whirran Arcan-Tetzauh

High Priest

Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 10th of Ivolnos, in the year 4 AC.