My King, it is midsummer one thousand and thirteen, Forgive the urgent nature of this correspondence and the impropriety of form, for my scribes and seneschals lay slain in the field. Slight skirmishes and brush conflicts have erupted into full-scale war. No longer can the treachery of the mages be ignored.

The second legion of Susspin has been marshaled and marches to war against the aggression of Vaunephasauk, for the soldiers and sorcerers of that land have blighted the river trade, and sealed off our access to the rest of your realm. We humbly ask you to send aid as soon as may be that the threat of evil sorcery be purged from the land before it is too late. I look forward to standing at your shoulder in war once again my king.

p.s. my king, I bring to the field of battle a full legion, consisting of one thousand light horse, one thousand heavy horse, five hundred cavalry archers, an artillery company, and three thousand foot. This is all I can spare while maintaining the security of the northern and western borders. We estimate the field strength of Vaunephasauk at nearly ten thousand men all told, with griffon riders, elite artillery abetted by alchemy, enchanters, warlocks, illusionists, among them. Rumor also has that the forces dedicated to fighting the beasts from the chaos mountains will be marching with Vaunephasauk, adding another two thousand elite soldiers whose morale is unquestionable to the forces of the mages.