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A MISSIVE TO HAELUN’OR 12th of Horen’s Calling, the Year of Our LORD, 1747. Deck the walls with elves - we’re mingy, fa la la la la la la la! ‘Tis the season to be cringy, Fa la la la la la la la! Don we now our striped apparel, Fa la la la la la la la! Purge the high race which is sterile, Fa la la la la la la la! See the blazing blade before us, Fa la la la la la la la! Strike the Helf before they bore us, Fa la la la la la la la! Follow me in pious measure, Fa la la la la la la la! Seeing their ears gives us displeasure, Fa la la la la la la la! Can’t fend off the Orenian masses, Fa la la la la la la la! Hail Owyn, helf lads and lasses, Fa la la la la la la la! Helven bodies burn in the nether! Fa la la la la la la la! Our helmets have two big feathers, Fa la la la la la la la! TO THE WORLD UNDOERS OF HAELUN’OR, Imperial Diplomacy has failed, thus Kaedreni Diplomacy shall prevail. Every available opportunity which the Department of Intelligence receives to accost your tiny, isolated city, the Department of Intelligence shall take. If the gates are shut, we shall secure the roads. Should the roads be polluted, we shall purify them. This is the cost of insulting our divine Emperor and attempting to undo the world. It is not humanity’s fault that it will always be a great deal purer than your own meddling sub-race. A sub-race in such disrepair and of little esteem that I might consider those of Snow-Elven blood to represent it better than yourselves. You will never become one with God as Godfrey had. Accept it! Sincerely Yours, The Department of Intelligence