Greetings Emperor Nehekhara

First, I would like to say that there have been too many posts on these
boards which contained nothing but insults and I refuse to write another
one. I will say what I have to say with respect and I expect you to do
the same should you decide to reply to this post.


I would like to make one thing clear. We who are not of the Consanguine
are not 'mortals'. The Gods, in their boundless generosity, have granted
us eternal life spans and resurrect us when we are slain. Also, we are
not cattle. If we were cattle, we would mearely spend our lives walking
around and waiting for you and your Childer to eat us without putting up
a fight. I assure you, many of us are more than willing to fight you. If
you wish to speak of us, refer to us as the 'Living', for that is what
we are.


As I said earlier, I will not use insults in this post. As much as I
hate to admit it, this makes what I want to say harder to say. I would
like to know one thing, however. If you and your followers are truly
superior, why were you the ones to be driven out of Bloodloch? Many
years ago, you claimed the Cityzens of Bloodloch were superior to all
others. Now, you say the same thing about the denizens of Belladonna's
Keep.


This leaves us with two options.


It is possible that Belladonna was tired of having her subjects so far
from her home and asked you two come live with her. In this case, your
claims that you and your cohorts are superior to the Vampires of
Bloodloch and to the Living might be true. However, I believe in a
second possibility.


I think that the cityzens of Bloodloch are still superior and that you
were forced into Belladonna's Keep because of your weaknesses. In this
case, your claims of superiority are nothing but the empty words of a
desperate man.


I suggest you think about my words, Emperor, instead of hurling threats
and insults. A man can learn much from his failures. If you gain enough
wisdom from your downfall, you may one day be able to reclaim the Throne
of Bloodloch, althought I doubt your actions will be forgotten soon.


May Darkness protect your body and Chaos shield your soul.

Azalin Kaltraz

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Khepary, in the year 67 MA.