Andunor Rises
Citizens of Andunor,
Hear the drums of war as they beat once more. This cycle, Andunor has struck a mighty blow against our surface enemies. As before, no one can stand against us. At Upland's Gorge we shattered the combined surface host that thought to flood the hills and sweep us out. In the Elven Quarter the armies of Myon and Guldorand were broken by Seven of our Iron Hides, and elven streets were painted in elven blood. On Red Dragon Island the ambush of Chadhurst and his elven dogs collapsed beneath our might, and the cowardly red giant was brought to his knees. This Cycle, Cordor's army was crushed, and the chancellor of their city was taken captive.
These are not deeds of luck or rumor. They are the repeated work and combined effort of the Warborn, the Sharps, the Table, House Briz'zek, the Faithful, and every ally who answered the call to stand as one city. You have fought for us. You have bled for us. You strike fear in the enemy so they know to attack this city is folly. For every life taken, for every wound borne, Andunor owes you its thanks. Its people owe their safety to you. You have my gratitude. You have my pride. And you have the gratitude of the Black Order.
Know this as well: Victory is not a refuge. It is a forge. The Warborn will not rest on these laurels. We are always recruiting. We are always seeking those who hunger for strength, those who will learn discipline and kill with purpose, those who will be shaped into the next generation of Andunor's elite warriors. If you want to bear the mark that tells all you are an Iron Hide, if you wish to make the surface kneel before you, if you wish for your enemies to whisper your name in fear, bring yourself to the Black Order and pledge your loyalty to Andunor. Pledge yourself to the Warborn. We will test you, we will temper you, and we will prepare you to prove yourself worthy to the Gods.
To House Brizzek, to the captains who hold the line, to the clerics who bind our rites, to the sailors who strike from the tide, to the hidden hands that keep this city moving - you have proven my words true. A united Andunor is unstoppable. Let those who threaten our walls remember what happens when we answer together.
Keep your weapons oiled. Keep your watch sharp. Bring any who would fight to the Sharps. The drums of the Warborn beat louder every cycle. Let the surface listen. Let the surface learn.
We stand together.
The Black Maw of the Sharps,
Day 2, Month 5 (Mirtul), 188 AR
Drogan