You seem to have joined Cuchulainn in his delusions. Bloodloch owns
everything about Enorian. Your citizens slay each other and bow to me at
my command, their bodies and blood my food and playthings. There are
more of Bloodloch walking your streets then there are of your original
citizenry. Like a loser, you flaunt every single victory on the public
boards. It doesn't matter. Your side has lost, badly, your citizens and
militia abandoning their posts and homes.

No one blames them for doing so. You are so out of touch as to be
insulting, you who would not give your life for your city saying you
will never surrender. Bark as much as you want outside the walls after I
have you exiled.

As for Sotere and the northern alliance, he is my grand child, and I
fully expect him to see the error of his ways before it comes to war.
Consider it a public chastisement, that not every threat and statement
must go to the greatest extreme. The concept of degrees may be beyond
you and I am sure you will challenge me to a duel in your "reply" but
there is more to the world then your simple perceptions have ever been
able to iterate. You don't matter.

Iscariot, Overlord.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Lleian, in the year 174 MA.