To the so-called ‘Witch Kingdom’ of Rimeglem, The cowardly lackeys of the Black Church.   We tore your banners asunder, sycophants! It was the prayer of my pet hound Cilwen, that you’d come and attend our meeting, that she might have taken a femur from the “Bitch King” himself, to gnaw upon. Perhaps it may’ve chipped a tooth on that bone-- it’d have been the greatest injury suffered by any number of our combatants!    Where were you?   Many a Nor