You disgust me, Hashan.

You continue sputter off nonsense about progress, screaming like a child that craves attention, all the while failing to grasp at any meaningful progress. Turn your gaze westwards, witness those who bear the escarbuncle upon their flesh and cower before -true- Strength.

You refuse Evil, you deny the Malevolent One and His Truths and because of this you will never rise above the plateau you have built your faith upon, you will never evolve beyond scum, and in His world you have no place.

But it is possible for a worm to crawl his way out from the pool of ignominious muck. Take this single opportunity, Hashani, renounce the retched abomination that is your city, kneel before the Malevolent One, and accept His Truths and the Strength they offer. Rise above mediocrity and weakness, shed that which holds you back, and you might possibly earn a place within His World. Only through this, will you be granted reprieve from the culling.

Should you choose to ignore this gracious offer, you will meet the same brutal end that awaits the Court of Shadows. The Dread Legates, do not feel mercy nor do we relent. As you hear the blood-curdled screams of those you foolishly loved, and watch their warm blood flow down your stone streets, understand your undoing was all your own.

In Service to Him, and His Legion,
Subjugator Taryius Lichlord.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Lupar, in the year 767 AF.