To the stalwart denizens of Dun Fortress,

The time has come to peel back the veil and gaze upon the world as it truly is.

For months now, Mhaldor has laboured not in whispers, but in action. Your warriors wield blades forged by our hands. Your backs are guarded by armour gifted through our magnanimity. And your souls - ah, your souls - have been offered the chance to rise, sharpened upon the anvil of the Seven Truths. Our clerics have walked among you, not to coddle you with lullabies, but to awaken you to strength. Yet even as we build, others seek only to burn.

The Dawnspear claims to be the city of Light and Righteousness, but what light razes villages and slaughters the mortals they pretend to defend? What righteousness is there in murdering ogres, orcs and their children who have taken up arms to protect their kin and stand proud? These self-proclaimed wardens of "Good" carry blades in one hand and sanctimony in the other, preaching about salvation while bathing in your blood. Their Light and Fire is no beacon - it is a torch to your pyres. You are not their equals. You were never their concern. To them, you are collateral damage in their endless quest to purify the world of anything they cannot control.

But you are not chaff to be burned away. You are potential. You are power. And Mhaldor sees you.

The Cyrenians slink in with open palms and closed eyes, hoping you'll trade your survival for their soothing lullabies. They offer "peace" while failing to preserve even a shadow of it. Have they strengthened your walls? No. Armed your defenders? No. Have they done anything, besides wring their hands and try to gently tug you away from the one power that's actually stood by you?

They fail not only because they are weak, but because they fear the very concept of strength. They fear change, discipline, hardship - everything that true growth demands. Their diplomacy is a song sung off-key, and still they wonder why none will dance.

Mhaldor offers not illusions but inevitability. We demand that you kneel to the one true God-Emperor. We demand you to rise. We offer you a path to a place of purpose, and power. We see you not as tools, nor as pawns, but as worthy contributors to a world forged by the fire of discipline and the hammer of Truth. You will become more than survivors. You will become warriors of conviction. The Seven Truths are not merely teachings - they are the bones of Reality itself. And you, citizens of Dun Fortress, may yet stand shoulder to shoulder with those who would remake the world.

Remain beholden to those who would exploit or abandon you, or embrace those who empower you.
Remain prey, or become predators.
Remain a fortress, or become a citadel of Truth.

Join us, and never again will you have to plead for peace. You will enforce it, not by petition but by power.


In HIS eternal service,


Zorina Aristata
Tyrannus of Mhaldor
Chosen of God-Emperor Sartan

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Aeguary, in the year 976 AF.