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Written by: The curse of the Knick
Date: Saturday, February 28th, 2004
Addressed to: Daelar O'Lyryus
You certainly seem to have aquired a fair amount of knowledge in the
many organizations you've passed through Daelar. I notice about the only
thing you didn't mention was when you quit the Cabal and robbed them of
their bankaccount in the process because you were going to lose an
election. Anyone who's been around for awhile or does basic research
knows not to believe anything you say, but for the sake of the young I'm
going to point out the many obvious flaws in your attempt at
manipulation.
For starters, the post you quoted was in response to things shouted out
by Lord Arion, which a significant portion of sapience heard. He stated
that he was planning to kill the last of the Nazetu in Bloodloch, hence
we felt that Ashtan was getting divine help and that post was made. If
Bloodloch had such hordes available, they would have been deployed by
now to take advantage of Ashtan's current undefended state.
Second of all, telling lies about losses in war is a normal thing, but
you have to at least try and make them believable. Bloodloch hasn't lost
600 troops, Bloodloch hasn't even conscripted and fielded 600 troops in
this entire war. If your forces were doing anywhere near as well, you
would have them outside of the barracks. The truth is, Ashtan has about
1/3rd of Bloodloch's military conscription ability and your laughable
statistics are an accurate reflection of your desperation.
You were never winning, nor did you ever cut into Bloodloch territory.
Your milita went to great lengths to appear only when ours was resting
and this still wasn't enough, and now that the odds have changed none of
you have been seen in the lands for months. You don't even believe in
your own cause enough to operate your troops while cursed in order to
defend your territory... but oh, wait, you don't have any troops to
operate.
I hope for the honour of being the one to brand you and your scum
friends an enemy of the last territory that hasn't done so already.
`K, Tercetto.
Penned by my hand on the 13th of Slyphian, in the year 122 MA.