FEWR

To ye who have ursuped and dishonered the name of the Blades and Mycrons. I am the one you know as Eric Rash, but my true name you need not know. If you truly are a part of the other realm then all you need to know is that I am the one known as the Elven Prince of Wasted Ankar. Now the Crusader of Light and Dark, and he who marches with the armyies of the dead. I feel that you should know that the actions you have taken against Midnight has put Braksus' soul at unrest. You have disgraced his sister and now his soul as well as mine seeks justice. The grim visage of my Best freind haunts my very dreams asking justice be served and if you truly love him then you see the same. You have dishonered one who loved you dearly and now, after what I have seen I do not understand how he could have loved you.

I now come to the point I wish to make. I challenge you and your kingdom and if you refuse then you are already admitting defeat. As of this day my army and I march upon your homeland. We shal destroy all that stands between us and you. my challenge is this, you send any of your champions to me for a duel so that I may send his charred remains and broken weapon to you upon his sheild carried in the talons of one of my bone dragons to your front door.

For 160 years I have kept my dormant powers locked away in the twisted chaos that is my mind and not even your dearest Auryn or Fantasia combined can compare to it. Not even your precious pheonix ir it's children can stop me from reaching you for the gods watch over me and guide their wrath through my hands.

There will be only two ways to keep me from destroying your homeland and people there in the other realm. One is that you give me your total and unconditional surrender, strip yourself of the titles Mycron and Blade, and bow to me as your ruler and superior. The second way is that my blood so stains the ground that I shall not rise as mortal but as a god. Then and only then shalll it be done for you will no longer be capable of resisting my power.

You have five days to respond to this decleration of war. Until then my army shall grow in power to more than the thousands already at my service as more innocents die by our hands. May the gods have mercy upon your soul, for I shall not! So it is written and so it is vowed, and the vow of a prince never goes unbroken.

P.s. Five days and Five days only. After that...Armageddon begins. Insane you think? well I was very close to Braksus perhaps his emotions in the period of when he called himself Sand Stryke wore off on me. Remember..He wasn't always the knight in shining armor! 5days!

I will have you know there was once a time my sister thought she could disown me from the family and remove my name. She got an old friend involved not realizing I could take care of my self. Here he speaks.