Enorian,

No longer will Bloodloch tolerate the futile machinations of impotent priests squatting on our doorstop nor the petty games your "inquisition" plays in the streets. Arurer Haven belongs to the Red Empire.

The midnight flag will fly over streets anointed with blood. Seek us on the battlefield and when we have slaughtered your forces, enslaved the villagers, and put the unwilling and unworthy to the sword you will feel the last flickers of hope gutter out with trembling hearts.

All who fall beneath our gaze will submit.

Composed at my desk on Tisday, the 5th of Lexadian, in the year 9 AC.