Dear Arnold,

[Kugar]

~ A being shrouded in dark and tattered robes hands a letter to Borgate. After threatening violence should the letter not reach the intended recipient, the being leaves again ~

Dear Arnold,
Or should I say, "The Pulverizer of Mortal Flesh," if you prefer a more grandiose title.

Allow me to introduce myself -- Lord Gray, the undead lord with a penchant for chaos, and connoisseur of the artful massacre. I’ve been observing your... unique approach to combat -- mindless slaughter, and a spectacular disregard for anything resembling strategy. Truly, your talent for turning mortal life into a bloody smear is nothing short of inspiring.

It’s rare to find someone who can so effortlessly turn a battlefield into an Alberto Dicker painting, and I must confess, I am quite impressed. Your dedication to senseless bloodshed aligns perfectly with my own philosophy: why think when you can just kill? With your brute strength and my dark sorcery, we could make a truly horrific team -- think of the possibilities: chaos, destruction, and a generous helping of dark humor at the expense of the living.

I propose we join forces. You bring the biceps; I’ll bring the dark magic -- and together, we’ll turn Illarion into a smoldering ruin, one blood-soaked corpse at a time. Plus, I promise you’ll get the best seats in the house (or the deepest pits in the abyss) to watch your handiwork unfold.

In closing, Arnold, if your bloodlust is as insatiable as mine, reply swiftly. I’ve got a few deadly plans brewing, and I’d hate for you to miss out on all the fun. After all, what’s better than a barbarian with a big axe and an even bigger appetite for destruction?

Awaiting your enthusiastic response (preferably with some fresh gore),

Lord Gray <>