I am what I am, and do what I do, I am hated by some, loved by others, but never dismissed offhand. I wield the blade of war in my right hand, and the Executioner's ask in my left, I meet out the final Judgment, before heralding you into the halls of the dead.
Your actions are written in the book of Justice, in blood, the scribe, Lord Castigere himself.
I say now, that you, are a Hypocrit. I've posted before, about why I say this, in can all be summed into one word however. Fear.
You cower from thakria as you once ruled over it, you cower behind your mantle of false nobility. You killed Eloire when she was half your size plenty, the excuse. the stones. You now have the interesting situation where instead of fighting and striving to raze a city controlled by a Deity who completely oposes your patron.
You Fight Springdale, known for it's high walls and good food.
I don't answer to you Krill I long outstripped your accomplishments and where you ran I fought. I stayed fighting. Other better men have fought, where you ran.
Expect more. In the years to come.
Written by my hand on the 19th of Paglost, in the year 1154.