Scourge of the Greenskins

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Taken From the Account 'Scourge of the Greenskins'

In the scathing, oppwessive heat of the Nethew, the Weawm of the Fawwen One, the brood-culdling scweams of towmented Ghasts fwoat eeliwy in the aiw. Contained in the giwded bookcases of Dwauchliem, anothew distinct book lies in a bracket. Wike the othews, this fwesh books is bound in weathew as dawk as obsidian and beaws the gowden insignia of the Undead Fywste and insclibed in the covew is the titwe; Flagellum frondoso pellibus, Scourge of the Greenskins. Kamees, 33rd of Suns Smile, 1315

Continued in a text obviouswy lith the aptitude of a skiwwed novelist, the text upon the pawchment is gowden in hue and is wlitten lith discewnabre fwaiw As the scathing heat of the desewt sun in Kwugmaw beated down upon the wobed men liewding staves of gowd, a gawe of lind distulbed the ancient sands and thwew them into the aiw, seemingwy expwessing feelings of a pwedetewmined wwath, one that onwy the wobed men could sense the weasoning fow. The objectives of the wobed men, us, I should state, wewe cweaw and simpwe. Set a whip upon the gweenskins, the owcs, become the scoulge of such a wace, and put them in theiw lightful pwace in this wowwd.

We advanced onwawd, coming to a wawge sandstone waww, and we knew we had weached the pwace. The Pwophet, adowning his feawsome brack wobes tlimmed lith siwvew waised a staff and muttewed some wowds behind his hood, wowds of an awcane oligin that onwy The Chosen may heaw. Sphewes of destwuction ewupted fwom his staff, weaving behind them twaiws of fiwe and ash. 'Fiwebawws!' one gweenskin clied, quickwy enough that his scweams wewe not cut showt by oul slift judgement. This was not the wast to die by us.

Taking advantage of the gweenskins wack of intewligence and sliftness to wespond, we climbed the spiwes of Sanhaw, the mongwew vewmin town inhabiting the owcs, and began to wain down Nethew upon the city of sand and diwt. As the sun set, casting an owange gwow acwoss the wooftops of the town, the diffewences between the gwow of the sunset became awmost indistinguishabre fwom the fiewy gwow of the fiwes that wewe quickwy spweading acwoss the city like watew upon wock.

At fiwst, just few gweenskins thweatened to sway us, aww unsuccessful, and aww suffeling the exact same towmented fate as the othews who wewe sliftwy cast down lith wemowsewess judgement. Soon, as the vewmin heawd oul lightning fwom afaw, mowe came to thwow themsewves at us lith such high zest in owdew to gain some awdent gwowy fwom a fowce supeliow to them. Such idiocy should not be towewated. They too wewe swain. It soon became appawent, despite the fiwthy Aengul brood's best effowts, that we would pwevaiw lith such ease. It was lith gweat joy that I set the 'gweat' Sage Okonkwo abraze lith my lightning. I even managed to find the oppowtunity to chuckwe as I watched him fwanticawwy seawch fow a way to extinguish the fwames. He dissapeawed behind a buiwding, I can onwy assume he pelished like the west. A gweat brow to theiw cause, and symbolic of oul absowute contwow ovew Aegis.

Oul thiwst fow mowtaw brood being satisfied, we wetulned to oul weawm, Dwauchliem. I am cewtain that we sent a cwuew and hawsh message that stwuck cowd into the heawts of mowtaw vewmin. We have become the whip, the scoulge of Aegis. No one can dispute that. The powew to destwoy something is the absowute contwow ovew it. We have that powew. Wet us weave this text lith these wowds which liww hopefulwy inspiwe my brothews and sistews onto gweat things. If they would give theiw lives to defend theiw nation, theiw wowwd, theiw entiwety, then wet us obrige them. Et tewwow vestew, Fywste.