{!} This Letter is placed on the noticeboard across Hadriana and this letter is also delivered personally to Zadh Nadrozz {!}
To all those who have dared to assume that I, Manuel Fischer, was cowering and trembling in some distant corner, let me set the record straight: I am not. For those arrogant enough to believe they can trample over Holstein or Hadriana, I have a message: go screw yourselves. And to those who fancy they possess the courage to challenge us, I say: bring it on. I'll swiftly put you in your place.
Firstly, to the Faulskins, I couldn't care less if you choose to banish us humans. Is that the extent of your capabilities? Because we banished you for your foolish mistakes and actions of what you have done. Let it be known, you Faulskins fled in fear from Bergwaltz back to Zadh because you couldn't handle us and failed to bring your precious Faulskin back to Zadh. So, if you ever entertain the thought of invading, rest assured I'll shove you right back to where you belong.
Secondly, to the Voidals who still harbor illusions of roaming freely in our Empire, we are coming for you. Find your hiding spots quickly, Because time is running out. And I am eager to hunt you all down.
Third, to the accursed Bonelord himself, you may have struck our beloved Empire lands, but mark my words. I will not allow you to defile them again. If you read this message in whatever forsaken ruins or dungeon you're lurking in, know that I eagerly waiting the opportunity to face you in battle. I will utilize all my strength and power to crush your feeble skeleton armies on the battlefield. I may have not been there the first time when you tried to struck the road between Flüssland and Hertzland in our Empire. But the next time and the time after, no matter how much you will try. I will crush your army down.
To all those who have dared to assume that I, Manuel Fischer, was cowering and trembling in some distant corner, let me set the record straight: I am not. For those arrogant enough to believe they can trample over Holstein or Hadriana, I have a message: go screw yourselves. And to those who fancy they possess the courage to challenge us, I say: bring it on. I'll swiftly put you in your place.
Firstly, to the Faulskins, I couldn't care less if you choose to banish us humans. Is that the extent of your capabilities? Because we banished you for your foolish mistakes and actions of what you have done. Let it be known, you Faulskins fled in fear from Bergwaltz back to Zadh because you couldn't handle us and failed to bring your precious Faulskin back to Zadh. So, if you ever entertain the thought of invading, rest assured I'll shove you right back to where you belong.
Secondly, to the Voidals who still harbor illusions of roaming freely in our Empire, we are coming for you. Find your hiding spots quickly, Because time is running out. And I am eager to hunt you all down.
Third, to the accursed Bonelord himself, you may have struck our beloved Empire lands, but mark my words. I will not allow you to defile them again. If you read this message in whatever forsaken ruins or dungeon you're lurking in, know that I eagerly waiting the opportunity to face you in battle. I will utilize all my strength and power to crush your feeble skeleton armies on the battlefield. I may have not been there the first time when you tried to struck the road between Flüssland and Hertzland in our Empire. But the next time and the time after, no matter how much you will try. I will crush your army down.