To the hands of his high excellency the most honorable and mighty Grey Seer lord Taxril Apnoesnout from his truest servant, Snotsqueek the Red Rat.
Today I send great-grand news your high excellency! After arriving here into this land I have imidiattely understood the wisdom in your commands and the task laid upon my unworthy shoulders for this land promisses untold opportunities that will help further your oh so great-grand design. It was I, Snotsqueek who lead our forces to fullfill your will and it was me who convinced Cravenclaw to set up base in the northern ruins for he wanted to venture further, not heeding the necessities of smart command such as logistics. Trully, his mastery surely is great for you have chosen him to be my seacond in comand, but they do not lie in commanding nor in making decisions of any sort of importance. That was clear again when he proposed to spread our influence to reaches not important to our success. But thanks to your oh so great-grand decision to put me in charge, we have sallied south to the land abundant with rat food. Weakling humans live there, pray for my hordes and so are supplies within ruins, roten and spoiled, more then good enough for my fodder.
That wizard was not wise, nono, he went straight forth, not heeding my commands and the fool, though of course competent for else your magnificience would not have chosen him for this big-important quest-task, was almost slain by the aelf-things from by the lake. Fortunatelly me and my claws arrived just in time and we scared the weaklings away, they ran-ran and we pursued yes yes. Some of me shields died as that fool of a Cravenclaw forgot to use covering fire. Worse, he left the position to snacks some supplies while his Horde was almost overrun by the eared-things. Fortunatelly me and my claws-shields were able to quickly slay the enemy cavalry and then turned to destroy the remainder of the forces, by which point the cowards started to flee. Real sad as I wont have enough aelf-flesh for my chosen.
You see your excelence, I am enacting the will of his magnificent majesty Great Horned Rat and yours as well. When you arrive, our hold will be strong yes-yes. I am pleased to report that his melevolent godship favours me too, for he granted my warriors boon during the battle. We will feast here for now, before we expand further. I have reports of a great snow in the east, big bodies of meet ripe for eating, yes-yes. And one my triumph after another, I will make sure your designs come to pass, already, we are bringing vagons of deceised to that krettin Cravenclaw. Though of course I understand that this is your task for him so I trust your judgement as always in everything
For now....
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To the hands of Taxril Apnoesnout, the honored member of order of Gray Seers from Nickit Cravenclaw.
Lord Apnoesnout, we have arrived to the land where I am to fullfill the will of our most grandest patron, the Great Horned Rat. While Snotsqueek plays with his soldiers, I have began to uncover the mystical laylines that crisscross this land and I see that your insight into the arcane matters trully is great, though I would have been a more competent enforcer of your will had the command of meat troopes not been entrusted into the hands of an inexperienced storyteller whos fighting capabilities are what you would expect from a desk rat. Though of course I see wisdom in sacrificing such worm for such grand designs as are the ones you have devised and I am enacting.
Still, I was not able to force him to go where we need, for his taste in exotic flesh lead him to strike against the lumineth from the city of Sunspire. Worse still, having been distracted by the remnants of some human cultures too insignificant as to loose time writing about them here, his regiment arrived to a different part of the battlefield and did not provide us with the battleline we needed, thus leaving me to personally slaughter line of aelven pikemen. I admit, their flash tasted delicious yes-yes. Seeing his vane pursuit of a kill which lead him away from where the bulk of action was taking place - smart-smart tha aleven commanderess - I had to translocate to claim what he came for in the first place.
In a twist of fate, those supplies were an old an exquisite herbal brew with strong effect ampyifing senses. Of course I told the fool that it was rotten meat I gave to my Horde. I salute your cleverness lord. Being shielded by a body of a fool while standing behind him might be smarter then I first anticipated.
And of course, it is far easier to stab them in the back...
