Rarch

Your filthy maggot ridden, cowardly city continues to hide behind
Meletus's skirt, like some frightened child.

Your so called followers of the light do nothing but shy from a glorious
war against Mhaldor

Your pathetic raids upon Mhaldor only emphasise your weakness, when they
are conducted by other cities inhabitants, in your name.

Your so called church has failed in its mission.

Your battle against evil has been lost.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Miraman, in the year 361 AF.