This is addressed to the simple-minded Rellyw who wage war on my city.

You may kill me until I can once again enter Kalebb and Minia. I do not
care. What you do not realize is that no matter what you do, no matter
how many 'pin-prick' victories you win in battle, you will never
prevail. You simply cannot.

You cry about Divine intervention at the same time as you carry multiple
blessings from your Divine Supporters, as well as Them Hexing your
enemies. You plead with the Divine to stop us from using simple guild
skills while taking full advantage of your own. Bloodloch certainly
needs a pretty wide handicap to win this, hmm?

We've seen your worst. You've not even begun to see ours.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Severin, in the year 123 MA.