Dyscratic Fist

How low you fall, yet continue to crawl out from beneath your caverns, like roaches to be crushed beneath our heel.

+ You laid claim to the guardian of Arurer Haven, and failed.
+ You challenged us to a battlefield for Arurer Haven, and failed.
+ You continue to persuade and assault the priests of Arurer and are soundly
slaughtered again and again.
+ You cannot muster the strength of body, or of will, to even defend your
own territories as we put them to the sword.

The only strength you maintain is that in your delusions, following Akarn and Aren as they parade a flag they clearly do not understand. They do not comprehend that your Sanguine shades have faded into stale rust. You cannot simply handwave legitimacy in the disparity between the precepts of your bone wall and the pathetic reality of their example.

Please, continue to sacrifice your capability in pursuance of their model.

There is no repentance for your cowardice and indifference to your own failing standards, so instead we condemn: Relent or burn.

Inthirath Karthi
Vanguard of the Hammer of Dawn

Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 1st of Chakros, in the year 10 AC.