Aegeans,

I come to you today with an offer.

Surrender.

If you do not think that this is necessary, I understand. I, too, once lived my life blinded by stupidity. That is well, for we are enjoying this conflict.

We know you are not.

Your influence on the main continent has been obliterated. Your influence on islands continues to be obliterated. Your influence on the many planes so graciously opened up to us by Pazuzu is consistently obliterated.

You attempted to engage in manipulation and deceit, traits which I am accused of daily and you all claim to be held above, to obtain an advantage against us. An advantage found lacking.

Your power is naught. You picked a fight with the Invisible Army, and we march upon your carcass like the offal that sustains you. The world knows it. It has been commented upon by Powers beyond us time and time again. You send others to do your dirty work, drawing up the bridge to your Keep out of sheer fear and inadequacy.

Your mortal frailty is at a forefront, your minds harried and weary, your bodies weak. So much so, in fact, that instead of face me, your greatest warriors send your God to fight me instead.

You are pathetic.


Humbled before your might,
A5->G5


Penned by my hand on the 25th of Scarlatan, in the year 769 AF.