To The Peoples of Arelith

To the paladins who preach out of pride, to the hypocrites who cloak vanity in virtue, to every mouth that speaks lightly of other lives,

Look now upon the Eagle Tavern. Look upon the ash and the broken glass. Look upon the dead and the wounded and the mothers who will not sleep. This isle will keep the memory of their tears.

You who stand in high towers and call for courage from below, who fling threats like coins and measure lives as if they were nothing more than wagers, know this now:

Words have weight. Promises have edges. In Andunor we own our words. If you speak of blood for sport, if you cheer danger to writ workers, if you drive your kin to send blades into markets and streets, then know you have signed a ledger, and your name is upon it.

There is a difference between leaders who send others to die and leaders who march with their people. Many above will sharpen speeches and sign decrees while their hands remain clean. They consign their citizens to consequence and walk within halls untouched. Here, we do not rent righteousness to cloak cowardice. In Andunor, the leaders who command also stand at the front. We share the danger we ask of others. We shoulder the risk. We bleed with the blood we demand.

The Warborn act with purpose. While we take pleasure in wreck and ruin, more importantly, we mete consequence. Those who target the helpless and traffic in false oaths will find the price they exact returned to them. Everyone is bold until death's knock comes to their door.

Mourn your dead if you will. Tend your wounded. Remember that every life taken in arrogance fattens the Warborn's resolve. Let this be plain: while others preach virtue from safety, Andunor lives it. We are a city that stands with its people, fights with its people, and answers for every call for defense it makes.

The whole island hears the drums now. Let every voice that pretends virtue tremble. Let those who care for lives look to those who are to blame. The High Sheriff. The Coronal. Athael. Talynrae. Caelith. Aurelia. Your names are upon the ledger.

Those of you planning the kidnapping - your names will be upon the next.

Bone Lord Drogan, The Black Maw, Warfather of the Warborn, Tyrant of the Sharps, Protector of Hate and Iron

       Day 10, Month 7 (Flamerule (Summertide)), 188 AR
       Drogan