"A Syllbess should know better than mock another's name when their own is akin to familial cultism, half of these Kathar should stop laughing when they're as credible as a glass bridge, that edgy moron should stop shooting forum boards with two-word responses, and everyone else needs to stop being sinister brooding babies for five seconds beforeIburstabloodvessel!!" The Lich Lord fell back into their chair, physically drained from their visible disappointment and crescendoing frustration. A whole minute passed by before they got back up, scraping the waterlogged and burnt pages together into a neat pile according to which was the most damaged. Like that of a spider weaving its web, they took great care into forming a response more formal and less aggressive than the verbal one they gave to their loose-lipped informants. Dipping their quill into the shimmering golden inkwell, they composed their symphony of self proclaimed supremacy.
"To the Withered Rose, to whom it may concern, and to whom is a fool who thinks too highly of themselves,
I, Xilthruum, the Lich Lord of the Deep, do not often sign my own papers so elaborately. But it is this day I find it significant to do so in order to dispel some of the complications that may be arising from what are evidently miscommunications or from cruel introductions to a culture not many are so adjusted to right away.
Internal communications among the Solifugae, in these past few weeks, have cracked and strained under the pressure of the Overworld. The presence of those who seek to undo all who possess our blood has spiked in number, including the amount of assassins who believe they have a chance at reducing my numbers when they do not recognize they are truly the hunted. Consistent pestering to our line of communication has made it difficult to get information from point A to point B.
I have been nothing but the savior of the Sanguine of this city, my benevolent hand outstretched and care offered to those who do not bite at their feeders. Few covens have been so vehemently rejected by my work, for only such examples include the Ichor Sovereignty, the Puppet's kin, and a coven of Zikiel now unnamed who willingly cured themselves to evade consequences. Among that list, you are not. This interpretation that I have allegedly sought to undo the efforts of your Sanguine populace wounds me when my mere existence ensures their inevitability.
It is there I come to my next point: why should I spare the smaller covens? I, one of the greatest that can be seen, have the power in my hands and in my people to ensure the babe never makes it out of the cradle. It is no hidden knowledge that covens regularly exterminate one another for the sake of influence and resources, which I surely would engage in if I were barbaric or deemed one to be contradictory to my cause of Sanguivorous spread. And yet, I do not. My answer is that I am greater than the need to bark for my food, but it is unfortunate you see me only as a parasite when I aim to be a generous Lord.
It is from here I shall prove my benevolence and my mercy, for I will forgive the nature of this denouncement and take it as criticism unfounded rather than an insult. I will educate myself and others of what I fully capable of, and how I truly am the savior you would do best not to reject. Liberated from your own ignorance, I hope you will accept my kindness as I invite you into my halls for a sweet little bribe, as shall be offered all the Desprinces and Desprincesses who I believe have the merits and deserve this reward. But do not forget that I have my dominance for a reason; it is because I bring with me perfection.
May the many Sanguivorous leaders of the Archipelago meet with me soon,
Xilthruum
Upyric Lord of the Solifugae
Ashen Lord of the Four Winds
Frozen Lord of the All Valleys
Lich Lord of the Deep"
