A simple equation it is, Conan. Mercinae attacked and burned our city to ashes
for little more than a belief that they are 'good' and we are 'evil'. Their
holier than thou attitude is now dragging you into the mire of their self
righteous, self centered and moralistic war, as we turn upon them and
prepare for the release of myriad dark legions that will see their city
not only razed unto the ground, but abandoned and lost amongst the
weeds and trees of the sickening forest that shall grow about it. So
complete will be the devastation that the name of Mercinae will be lost
in time, the words of it's weakling rulers stripped and scratched from
the pages of history, and the blood of it's pathetic defenders shall
stain the cracked rocks brown, to become naught but a whispering memory
of any vain glorious self worship it may once have had.
Be warned, Parrius, before it is too late. Suffer not for THEIR war, for
their crimes against us. Step aside, lay down thy blades against the
rising dark, and perhaps yet you may be spared.
Innocent we never claimed to be, but Vengeful we are, and forgiving,
we are not.
Written by my hand on the 6th of Agamnion, in the year 1003.