[Whollaborg]

Pretenders and spectatores!

We indeed took Fields of Abul from nasty heavy cavalry, but as our progress was swift and wind wept on our heels. Thus we didn't have time to scout lands behind the province we liberated. And thus we didn't see a climpse of a sovereign nation behind the vast Fields of Abul.

As soon as our troops met Ermorian border patrols we sent messengers carrying maps and plans of our advance in the western wastes. We proposed peace and formal borders between our nations. We begged for negotiations.
But Alas Ermor just replied with an attack threat claiming that their troops were already on move. Staggering!

No sane word could help.
We offered them Fields of Abul in exchange of an another province.
But the Ermorean first Legion didn't stop as it was ordered by the foolish senate to attack Vanheim.

And as to strengthen the momentum of the armored glove that was directed against our very face Ermor took advantage of our revealed plans of progression in the west and they directed their second legion to province we had announced we were going to liberate. Thanks to Vanvathers, this resulted their death.

But more gravely,
Ermorean first legion of 60 men attacked our nation directly despite our propositions to exchange Fields of Abul to port city in the far west that had been taken by Ermorian fleet of triremes.

Fields of Abul had to be temporary abandoned as Ermor wouldn't listen to our trading propositions and they didn't stop their legions. Overwhelming force of ruthless attackers poured on to the fields and slaughtered our few defenders.

Now Ermor dares to claim that they showed willingness to trade provinces with the Vanheim. Nothing such happened! We were the only ones trying to negotiate.

The Ancestoral spirits of ancient Vanvathers would never forgive if we surrendered to naked powermongering and violence and disrespect of our proposed negotations.
On the other hand, if we would give in, we would loose respect in the eyes of opportunists of this bleak world and soon we would be covered by a mount of carrion crawlers trying to suck the very marrow out of our bones which would have lost selfrespect in the earlier phace of becoming a weakling.

Thus we declare War against Ermor!

Let all know that Ermor is thus nation doomed to darkness. Let the cold winds lick the blood from the wounds of Ermorian legionares!

All Four Ermorean provinces in the delta and to west from the Great River belong to Vanheim from now on - as a prize of foolishness of Ermorian senate.
The rest in the east is for the crows.

[edit: typing, which is poor english anyway, my apologies]