Imperial "Butcher",

What strange words to be coming from someone who I cut down effortlessly in the wake of Enorian's crusade against the Hegemonist's eye-rollingly named "Cloister of the Conquered Dawn". You claim dominion over Arurer Haven, yet you cower behind boasts and threats, grasping at terror like a crutch. It is disheartening to learn that the Empire has allowed a yapping mutt to sit upon the Throne of Ashes; a position that once actually carried some weight to it.

Allow me then, for your edification, to explain what will happen upon this battlefield.

You will not enslave the people of Arurer Haven. You will not drape your ragged midnight flag over streets you are unworthy to tread. The only thing guttering out will be the collective last breath of your wretched horde as they choke on their own bile beneath the Hammer's blades. There is no fear in the hearts of the Light's Faithful, no trembling in the souls of those who stand beneath the Light. We do not waver. We do not kneel. And we certainly do not submit, least of all to a toothless Empire who has proven time and again that aside from two and a half of you (Valys is very short and therefore not counted as a full person), you are all bark and no bite.

The Hammer agrees to this battlefield, and we are prepared to show you what it means to engage in warfare, not just play at it like children with wooden swords. Come, and bear witness as we burn your false dominion to cinders. The only submission you will find is your own; on your knees, before the blades of the righteous.

"Aal-Karamad Yanan qash kuf-qarazit, qash hami kuf-qidibat. The Hammer of Dawn will break you, as it has all who came before."

- Lord Marshal S. Kavoros
The Voice of the Light

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 5th of Lexadian, in the year 9 AC.