[Anaconda]

Annoyed
and frustrated by the delays in the great Ermor-Machaka war, the prophet Johannes Kurkunkastaja sat down in his field army encampment, took a feather into his hand and began to draw. Many a candle were needed before the work was done, and only after that he was able to start the letter it self.


It wasnt before the sun was up again, when Johannes was finally able to released the flocks of (spider)crows to carry his messages to the eight corners of the earth:



Greetings, the great lords of this land of riches and wealth!

I, Johannes Kurkunkastaja, call you to take up the arms and join our people's hard effor to push evil walking dead away from our lands, all the way to the Tartarus and beyond.

As you know, evil walking dead marched against my humble and unprepared armies not that long ago, and slaughtered Machaka men and spiders alike with smile in their faceless skulls. Since that memorable day the surviving heroes of Machaka have pushed the Ermor all the way back to their seat of power. This heroism was not achieved without sweat and blood.

It seems, however, that the siege is becoming costly and uneffective because the evil one can summon unending amounts of undead hordes. Therefore I call upon thee, my friend lords all around the world, to lift your fists into the air for freedom!

March here and join our effort to sweep the land clean of the undead abominations.

Here is the current situation of our war:




And here how we could share the Ermor's lands after its done:





I remind you, his distant provinces are all illprepared and unguarded because he is marching his field armies against my brave hide-shield walls.

Please consult your consciences and seek your hearts, and come to the evident conclusion Ermor has neither one.

Ermor's days here are over. Let us (s)lay them to rest!