My dearest misguided Uncle,

It's been a while, Mordyval, how is the family? Are they well? Do they
handle your torment and utter disrespect to their ranks with pleasure
and love?

You're mother carried you in your womb, nurtured you, gave you life.
When you were a child she raised you and disciplined you, guiding you,
hoping to prepare you well for the rough world ahead. You're mother gave
you life, and now here you are, taking hers away, along with the life of
other women.

Of course, you aren't physically ending their existence, that would be
far too kind of you. You'd rather torture and opress your women, taking
their freedom. Hell, you've taken the freedom of my very mother...
you're own sister for heavens sake, you cold hearted little twit! Are
you so ungrateful as to degrade those that give us all life? I pray not,
I thought more highly of you than this, you have sorely dissappointed
me.

My plee to you is that you shall open your eyes, see the unrighteous
torment you are causing and end this dispicable twist in Achaean society
that you are attempting to create. Open your eyes old man, remember who
gave you life, and learn your place once more, for if you aren't
careful, those that gave you your life may just take it away. And if you
continue and they don't, I know someone who will take care of that duty
for them.

Take care now

Your loving nephew,
Lord Darknight Sioraiocht

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Phaestian, in the year 283 AF.