'King' Tu'eras,
Your weakness disgusts me.

You stand upon dirt you proclaim to be your own, which you hold across time merely because nobody has deigned to take it from you. The earth upon which you express your pathetic filth does not belong to you, and never has. It belongs, by right, to ONE and ONE alone: The Conqueror Iniquitous, the Malevolent, LORD Sartan.

Speak not with your quill, Tsol'aa. If the Aalen is yours, raise your banners. Do the work the rest of us have done. March forth with your borrowed power and prove you have earned the right to the land you claim. Take back what you whine pitifully is yours, if you have the spine to hold to your claims; or else bow your head in silence and accept your sad fate as you clearly deserve.

With words, you are nothing. You cling to promises as meaningful as the ash your precious trees will soon become. You waste so much time and energy on a people you know will not listen. Act and find purpose.

Tabethys Aristata,
Tyrannus of Mhaldor,
Champion of GOD

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Valnuary, in the year 992 AF.