Solstice Eve, Weavers Month, One thousand forty Post Essence Wars.

From the hand of Their Graces, the Good Dukes Lionel Ironheart the Second, Son of Kirka the Fourth, of the line of Mordrik and Azmad, and Brian Kendall, Son of Garrett Kendall, grandson of Brandon Kendell, of the line of mountain chiefs to the founding of Dorcha by the Empire of the East.

To the August personage of Johannes Silverthorne,

We bid you greeting and good wishes, and bear you know will though it pains us to pen this missive in our hand. Trusting no other to deliver this unto you, it has been bequeathed to the personage of Nathan DeVris, Grandson of the Davram DeVris you knew well in days gone by.

Nathan has promised us his utmost confidence in delivering this, and we ask that you spare him any ill will, for he does not know the contents of this most grievous missive.

Your majesty,

We the sanctioned and ordained Dukes of Susspin and Dorchak do hereby renounce all ties to the nation of Silverthorne. All ties of fealty are hereby severed. No more shall the unjust tax collectors bring suffering to our peoples. No more shall we submit to the brutalities and inhumanities condoned by the distant court. No more shall we bow to the scions of Draellin Faulconbridge who have fallen from the grace of their position that once guided and guarded the people of these lands.

Johannes Silverthorne, you stand accused of crimes against the peoples of our nations and your own. You are charged with murder, extortion, and graft, as well as held to count for the starvation and disease that besets your people.

Know you this day Johannes, that though our fathers and grandfathers have served at your side, we can no longer condone the ignoble acts which rend our hearts and stomachs.

The territories of Dorchak and Susspin are henceforth closed to the servants of the Crown. We ask that you do not push us in this, for we shall not yield though our every liegeman lay dead on the field of battle.

With utmost regret,