[Baalz]

Neither awe nor fear impress my legions much. 'tis but a matter of time before this false prince stumbles and is pulled down into the tireless press of bodies clawing at him. The ominous cyclops on my other border may think his thick skin will fare better, I suppose we'll see if it'll break a thousand lances. The sanctimonious fools who follow him loose heart as their bellies grow empty, bleating for anyone to save them. Seeing their so called god fall will doubtless be more than they can take.