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Chapter 8

Salutations to my fabulous Elders of Do'tlar,

A small issue has arisen with the disappearance of the feared Dread Lord
Bakrmarr. The Empire has fallen into a disarray and the driving force behind
the expeditions to the Circles of Hell has dispersed entirely. The screaming
and tormented souls within the Seven Flurries of Anguish were instead devoured
by a rising aspirant known as Bheru. The Souls have proven to have a curious
affect upon the feeble Giant, where they rose Bakrmarr to a god-like status,
they reduced this trembling Giant to a quivering mess. His paranoia grew so
strong he resorted to asking constantly for the artefacts I have gained from
the accumulation of centuries of Knowledge, acquired by the delicate lash and
blood of countless minions. I entertained his thoughts a while, watching in a
perpetual state of amusement as he offered me the Realms that already lay deep
within my mysteries pocket and even the Imperial Throne itself. Hmm, a gorgeous
Emperor I would have made! What a foolish endeavour, the beautiful Brute had
crossed a line and feared betrayal. Instead of proving himself to me to earn
and bargain for the favour of Do'tlar, he exiled himself from the Empire and
of course, from my heart.

Instead we turn our attention to Hanraldis, a curious Transmuter who lives an
isolated life, exiled from Teth Azeleth for deeds he does not care to recall.
Hmm, how we adore the burdened strays! He speaks often about the Imperial Law
and redemption of the Arcane Sect and with the passing of Bakrmarr, has become
my longest ally and confidant upon the surface of this land. I entertain him
with promises of grandeur, a place of Advisor to the Throne if the desire to
rule ever tickles my fancy. Doubtful, of course, but his thirst for Knowledge
and ambitions to prove himself to my Love and Muse, Witch Ishuli earns him a
place of solace amongst me and with your permission, an ally of Do'tlar.

So the ambitions of House Do'tlar will bide their time as my Empire recovers
from the loss and deals with the exotic savages that have deemed it safe to
creep from the woodlands. I'll have to capture one and send it with my most
sincerest blessings to you, my fabulous Elders. You'd find amusement in the
various threats and accusations that spew forth from their filthy mouths. It
will provide light entertainment for the emissaries of Teth Azeleth next they
come to bargain for your aid.

Yours, truly yours

Solraen Do'tlar, the Flamboyant Phoenix, Imperial High Priest