The reckoning is at hand.

[Telvir 6]

Here lies a note, blackened and burned at the edges. A single crow's feather lies beside it. It reads such:

Hear me, Dogs of the empire. Your doom is nigh, for He returns. Cry, scream, weep. Fear, or do not. Your fate does not change. 
The Lord returns. Can you hear it? The footsteps of the downtrodden. The screams of the innocent. The fury of the world.

Your doom is nigh. 

We are the Blackthorn dominion. We are the sworn servants of The Dark Lord Ragthanatos. We are his spear,  his shield, and his voice. We are his Tools of Conquest.

We are the doom of the Empire.

We are Vengeance of the conquered. We are the finality and the beginning.

Prepare yourself, Imperial Dogs. 

He returns to us.

The die is cast.

Your fate is sealed.

You have two days to say your prayers.

48 Hours.

Beware.

[dark lord Ragtanatos 414]

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[Anbennar 2351]

Tahaan shivers from the ice-cold aura of the missive. 🥶

[woke 1157]

Petrified one dragonsblooded, for he knew it was far too long.