Greetings Molotov,

As I understand it, you sent your dwarf-god in to Mhaldor to do your
menial work, while the rest of your order sat back.

How strange, I would have thought in most holy orders the chain of
command was reversed to that.

I am so glad you chose to attack Mhaldor. To be honest, I had given up
killing you in the past, as I couldnt take your whining issues anymore,
but now it seems the whole of Mhaldor has the excuse, aye and the means
to end your miserable life.

I look forward to hearing your order snivel and beg to others for help,
when I crush you.

Run, hide, do what you do best - beg for your lives, but it wont make a
difference.

Death is coming, and he only sees your name

Kaelin

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Mayan, in the year 319 AF.