Sapient Champions,

You know me for my loud shouts and boisterous laughter but you don't know me for my devotion. Know this, the Underking has graciously bestowed upon me the killing blade and named me Champion and I know no shame when it comes to delivering His justice. The Cycle wills it so.

In saying this I invite you to meet me on the field of battle at any time when I'm alone beyond the Heartwood's confines. I will not hide from you, nor will I seek its refuge from your assault, for I am no coward - this is merely a measure to avoid dirtying this righteous challenge with the involvement of others.

I challenge other Champions of their Orders to do the same. Let us do battle and prove our mettle for the devotion to our Divines. We bleed, we die, we come out victorious, it's all the same - blood is blood and any shed in the pursuit of a cause is one worthy of being writ in the sagas of our ancestors.

Signed,
His Executioner
Voice of Duiran
Portent of the Wild Host
Aelir Lavellan

Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 18th of Celes, in the year 7 AC.