My dear deluded occupants of Lord Sartan's forests,

You have fought, endured hardship, have been brutalized, decimated, thrown yourself against the Lord's armies in numbers far greater than Mhaldor could mustre, and you have met with resounding defeat. Loss after loss after loss, your bodies broken and your souls shattered. The Lord Sartan claims victory over your pitiful semblance of resistance, for though you refuse to acknowledge it in your wanton desire for pride, the forests themselves have, indeed, capitulated to Him demand. And yet there are questions that remain...

Have you grown, Eleusis? Has this lesson in Evil caused the weak, scattered remnants of Nature's devout to finally pull itself out of the pit of mediocrity it had dug itself? Have you learned from this two year conflict of how pitiful your existence has been up until now? Has it sunk in that the only way towards true dominance is to embrace the teachings of Lord Sartan? More importantly: will you remain as you are?

Time for the immortal is eternal, but for us mortals it is fragile, fleeting. It is this time that you are wasting the longer you decide to remain as you are. We, the scions of Evil, have given you a lesson on true strength. We have given you the tools with which to grow and be worthy of living in His world. If you do not use these tools, you will simply be destroyed, wiped off from the face of this world. The Master of Sapience, Lord Sartan, will tolerate no such weakness on this planet. Take heed to what happened, now and forever, learn from the mistakes that caused your dreadful state, and emerge from the bowels of your decrepit weakness into warriors of the Seven Truths.

Your lesson has ended for now. Let the world see whether or not you have been enlightened.

In Service to Him,

Aegoth Aristata
Commandant of Mhaldor
The Holocaust King

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Valnuary, in the year 744 AF.