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To the nation of Mictlan.

You insult our pride when you speak of our god as nothing more then a filthy lich. He is the old one. He is the prince who has guided our people for ages. He hails from a time when the powers of death were wielded carelessly. He remains our mentor because we do not wish to repeat the mistakes of the past.

Nobody was more pleased to see the fallen nation of Ermor crumble then our god. Yet now we are certain that Mictlan's war against Ermor has proved to be it's own downfall. You have been corrupted by the powers you have acquired. The powers of death are more then just the reanimation of the dead and the torturing of souls. It is people like you who disgrace the practice. It is because of people like you that the nation of Marignon have started their holy war. Your new play toy is a powerful and dangerous thing and you do not have the will to control yourself. You have become a sad race and we pity you. You must be destroyed now so that you do not later meet the same fate as Ermor did.

Your ancestors will thanks us.