In a land that I am told exists far away, farther than any boat or horse
could reach, there was a species of terrible power. They had intended to
conquer many civilizations. However, being able to live forever, they
had no intention of sacrificing their own lives for this fight. They
were able to create armies, actually create living beings, for the
purposes of battle. They were bred for the sole purpose of warfare.

This is what the commander of an opposing army told his troops before
going into battle.

"We've learned a lot about the Mej'Radah over the last few years. I
don't have to tell any of you that they're pretty formidable enemies. I
keep hearing endless variants on, 'They're the ultimate warriors.' Well,
I'm here to tell you: That's not true. The Mej'Radah are not warriors.

"Warriors forge and hone their skills... they're not programmed with
them.

"Warriors face their fear... and overcome it. They don't have it bred
out of them.

"Warriors understand that battle is a means and not an end... that
living for war is no life at all.

"Warriors know why they fight... they don't have to be told.

"Warriors' blood burns hot... and needs no drug to kindle the flame.

"The Mej'Radah are efficient soldiers...nothing more. In this battle...
the warriors are mine.

"Make me proud."

And with that, these group of men fought bravely, and forced an
unconditional surrender against all odds.

- RT

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Daedalan, in the year 395 AF.