Tu'eras,

Before I start this, let me make this singular statement.

I hold no hate for the Tsol'aa people, nor any race or person.

You though, Tu'eras, have garnered the briefest moment of my attention, for like the petulant child you are, the stomping of your feet is tiresome, and frankly boring, reminding me no less of one of my grandchildren proclaiming how something is unfair.

The Commander of Cyrene gave you words. You rejected them in a huff and fit.

The Huntmaster of Cyrene offered an idea. You decided to belittle him for his compassion and desire for a solution.

It was not that long ago that Eleusis was given a choice by the Senate of Cyrene. Give up the Savannah, or we will be required to go through the Aalen. Eleusis decided that the Aalen was unimportant and told us to take it. Instead, we started the current conflict with Eleusis, to spare your people a bit longer.

It was by my hand that the Aalen was not taken, and it was by my hand that it has now been taken for His Empire.

That you decide to decry this with mockery and scorn is your agenda, but know this, I care nothing for your rumours or scorn anymore then I concern myself with the Atavian Queen that flits above us screeching like a harpy into the winds.

I offer you one choice for your forests, and this will be shown out of respect to the Senate you proclaim can not stand me, and the people of Cyrene that belittles me in theory.

You will, alongside the engineers of Cyrene, craft a path from the Muurn River into the Grotto, then from the Grotto into the Vashnars allowing His influence and waters direct, unfiltered access from our western side into the Vashnarian Mountains.

If you decide that the above option shall appease you and your rangers and our engineers can create this path, I will give you the oath and prophecy that Lord Neraeos once gave Cyrene itself.

You shall be the Last. Cyrene will withdraw His influence from the Aalen until you are all that remains to be taken of this realm, and then, and only then, shall we submerge you into His waters.

This is the God-Emperor's grace given, through His Imperial Chancellor.

If you denounce this option, or decide mockery and throwing a tantrum is still your choice, then there is no other option to give.

For you are in His way, and in the way of His Imperium.

Choose wisely, Tsol'aa King. You proclaim to know history, that the forests remember, then remember this. Cyrene is quite proficient at removing forests that get in our way, and I would be quite intrigued to see which Goddess rises from the Spirit of the Aalen, only to be devoured by the Wildwood Queen this time.

Do what leaders are required to do for the betterment of their people, even if the burden of that leadership must rest heavy upon their shoulders.

I await your reply with sharpened axe or diplomatic grace.

In Service,
Lord Milabar Si'Talvace
Imperial Chancellor of Oceanus' Gate


Penned by my hand on the 18th of Chronos, in the year 992 AF.