Tu'eras,

At first I felt sorrow for you and what has happened. The kidknapping
of your Father, and the absence of your Mother. The burning of your
home and loss of friends and family. Now my eyes see what is real. You
laim to be a civilization. Yet you cowar. Why should we stand up for
you if you do not stand up for yourself? Look at you, you sit in a
burning village that you once called home. Cry and whimper about your
loses. By Gods Damn you! Stand up for what you want, no man earned
respect for cowaring. You will never see anything change if you sit
there. I will personally side with your silouetted enemies for at least
they are willing to do something. Attack, pillage, burn, kidknapp,
steal. Yes, all of not what you might consider proper behavior. At
least they are doing what they see as something prosperous in their
hands.

Cowar and you will not suceed, Stand up for what you believe in. Do
what you think will make your parents return to you. Sit on your cursed
village, or stand up, build an army, gain what is yours back. Then,
again, I will have respect for you.

Ebony King Vexlore, Champion of Darkness

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Sarapin, in the year 258 AF.