Fortenrus,
No member of the Dark Carnival will suffer threats at your hands.
They are under my protection. An attack on any one of them will
be considered as an attack on myself. Unlike you, I have thrown
away any mortal concepts of honor and mercy. Harm a soul,
and I will plunge you into darkness. Walk away while you are
still able.

Fist of Chakrasul, Povox the Undead

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Variach, in the year 118 MA.