Sapience,

It seems I have enemies of Mhaldor that have such crushed
spirits, that they resort to spreading both the untruth,
and lies about my standards of conduct as a Knight of
Evil and they way in which I conduct myself on the battle-
field. To you I say this: Since the age of 18 years old,
I was taught by The Infernal Knights how to wield a sword
and how to conduct myself in battle in regards to both
honor, and Evil, walking as one.

Serpent Otha, you fled from a duel into your home city of
Ashtan because you simply could not keep with my violence
of action and rapid pace of decimation I subjected you to.
Get your witnesses, get your allies, get your enemies, and
let all see on a the field of battle the true outcome of
what combat amongst two mortals truly is in essence.
Do not flee into your city amongst your guards and
and I shall show you the power of an Infernal Knight.

Shallamite Cooper. You are an Infernal Reject and a
Maldaathi reject that could not handle the rigors of life
within Mhaldor. As strong as you think you are, and as much
of a good fighter you may be, you have social aspects that
retard you from ever being anything more than a second
rate human of this plane. The Leadership of Mhaldor is
the best it has ever been and the fact you failed to keep
on par with your peers as a leader shows you are nothing
more than a failure in life as you were as a failure as
an Infernal Knight under the leadership of Malaclypse
Thorn centuries ago. You were placed upon the board of
dishonour because you are exactly that, untrustworthy,
loudmouthed, hypocritical scum. Get your brass knuckles
on Shallamite garbage, I am proud Mhaldorian Infernal
that fears you not one bit. Nor do my brethren.

Little Santar, you have bested me on the battlefield as
of late, and I commend you on your aptitude which you
have demonstrated lately, you are now finally a warrior.
You no longer hide, and you actually request duels of honor
and do not flee. Keep up the good work, perhaps one day
your social skills will catch up with you and you might
gain the favor of a divinity, membership in a city, general
purpose for existing, hell, maybe even a somebody will be
your friend one day, provided you have money for it.

Enemies of Mhaldor, honour does not mean I'm going to give
you the right to walk on me, or my allies. You cannot cry
foul because you acted a fool and were butchered. Own
up to your crimes. You have 10 seconds to prepare yourself
or flee. I grant your preparation. I grant you a chance at
fair combat. Should you choose to abuse it, warp it, or
simply decline to face me and take a fair handshake as a
warrior, then the ultimate power of Lord Shaitan floods my
bloodstream. I shall flay the meat from your bones, I shall
rip your insides from your bodies and feed them to
Mhaldorian slaves as brunch. I will burn fires in your
orphanages in your home cities, all while laughing aloud
at your pure ignorance at how powerful my City of Mhaldor
truly is. The day of reckoning is at hand, and the allies
in crime against the great city of Mhaldor shall be
crushed underneath the weight of my boot, and a
Logosian Battleaxe shall rest atop the piles of your
corpses. May Lord Shaitan and Lord Appolyon have no mercy
on your putrid and pathetic hot garbage reeking souls.

INFERNAL LORD XENOMORPH
OF THE BLACK HAND

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Daedalan, in the year 519 AF.