Dawnlord, you've really outdone yourself this day.

I would have thought you of all people to be aware of this, but the Cult of Oblivion is not actually the city-state of Ashtan in disguise. There isn't even a single Nihilist on the ruling Council; your foresight is as short as your temper.

If you were so desperate for 250,000 gold, you could have just asked me directly. No need to declare war just to collect the currency of Overseer Alashi's rejection. And if you didn't want my bloodcoin, then the Cult would have been more than happy to issue you a small loan for however much it is you require. With incredibly generous repayment terms, of course.

Since you appear to have lost your nerve right on the heels of your damn mind, the Avatar of Ruin has chosen to issue you a declaration of his own on behalf of the Cult of Babel. I think you will find the language to be quite familiar.

And I'm at the top of the list this time.

When you're ready for clementines, you know how to reach me.

-Eoka, Keeper of the Iron Crown

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Valnuary, in the year 995 AF.