To the Butchers of Amur and their loyal dogs
The Northern Alliance was always a nebulous thing, three nations bound only through their dreams of conquest. I had thought they would be led by noble Bannor or proud Hippus. Now, we see which hand holds the knife and which holds the leash. Coward Caswa, you have shown the world how the Northern Alliance fights - not with honor on the field of battle, but slinking like a dog in the night, poison and betrayal your only tools. Your mark on history is a stain upon the once proud lineage of Kylorin. The taint in your blood has released dark imps and foul creatures, your meddling has poisoned the waters of Erebus with the Entropy of Hell itself, and now you seek to enrich yourself through the betrayal of your allies. O people of Kwythellar and Avelorn, take heed! O brave Ir-O-Kee, guard your children well. 'Ware the Northern alliance and their black treachery. It is better to have an honest enemy than a scheming friend.
Thank Tali we did not offer our assistance when you were in need. Thank Danalin we stayed home, tending to our own troubles. Had we answered your duplicitous call, you would have the black banner of the Amurites flying over our proud cities. Be warned, cowards of the North, that you will not find us as trusting as the Grigori, and you will not find our lands so easy to pillage. Our swamps will swallow you whole and wipe your foul taint from the world.
We ask of the people of Sabel-Upon-Gate, what does your Juna-Belaeigna say about slaying your allies to escape an agreement? What does the code of Junil say about foul treachery and vile betrayal?
We ask of the people of Altheriol ta Mealtheil why your people were the ones dying with honor at the walls of the keep while Caswa and his cronies hung back until the tide of battle was clear? The battle was won through your strength and fury while the spoils of battle, the Patrian Spear, still lies in Amurite hands?
May your ancestors judge you by the acts of today. May your children know you by the oaths that you keep. May your gods look upon you and read your black hearts.
May our rains always find you.
The Northern Alliance was always a nebulous thing, three nations bound only through their dreams of conquest. I had thought they would be led by noble Bannor or proud Hippus. Now, we see which hand holds the knife and which holds the leash. Coward Caswa, you have shown the world how the Northern Alliance fights - not with honor on the field of battle, but slinking like a dog in the night, poison and betrayal your only tools. Your mark on history is a stain upon the once proud lineage of Kylorin. The taint in your blood has released dark imps and foul creatures, your meddling has poisoned the waters of Erebus with the Entropy of Hell itself, and now you seek to enrich yourself through the betrayal of your allies. O people of Kwythellar and Avelorn, take heed! O brave Ir-O-Kee, guard your children well. 'Ware the Northern alliance and their black treachery. It is better to have an honest enemy than a scheming friend.
Thank Tali we did not offer our assistance when you were in need. Thank Danalin we stayed home, tending to our own troubles. Had we answered your duplicitous call, you would have the black banner of the Amurites flying over our proud cities. Be warned, cowards of the North, that you will not find us as trusting as the Grigori, and you will not find our lands so easy to pillage. Our swamps will swallow you whole and wipe your foul taint from the world.
We ask of the people of Sabel-Upon-Gate, what does your Juna-Belaeigna say about slaying your allies to escape an agreement? What does the code of Junil say about foul treachery and vile betrayal?
We ask of the people of Altheriol ta Mealtheil why your people were the ones dying with honor at the walls of the keep while Caswa and his cronies hung back until the tide of battle was clear? The battle was won through your strength and fury while the spoils of battle, the Patrian Spear, still lies in Amurite hands?
May your ancestors judge you by the acts of today. May your children know you by the oaths that you keep. May your gods look upon you and read your black hearts.
May our rains always find you.