[Coroneljones]

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Most of 2110AC proceedeed quietly, since the last batch of letters, as work had been focused upon rituals, scrying, divination and more, until that fateful day where the witch-finder ritual was to be held in the Final Frontier.
But whatever peace was expected to come from it was shattered, by whatever had occurred there.

For the Knight-Commander himself was seen directly marching towards his office, the moment his boat docked near Martyrs´ Vigil, and only leaving with several drafted letters to be spread.

A new proclamation, for the Herald squads to deliver.

"To think so much leniency was given.
Time and time again, every request given room.
The scrying ritual, done with what little blood I could collect from the original owner of the Tome.
The request for who would hold the accused, instead of my people.
The extended deadlines, for an answer.
The cooperation of the Frontier, to conduct the ritual, and go as far as to not even collar the Astalet siblings, upon your request.

And after all of it, there is still a refusal to cooperate, be it from those leading Prospera, or Lucky Luciano and the two witches he shelters.
To think so much leniency was given, and still, the Frontier, and everyone else that attended the rite, was tricked through the use of potions and coercion, to have two others pretend to be the accused twins.

I have shown leniency, time and time again.
Others have shown goodwill, or outright believed innocence.
And so we learn that courtesy is truly dead.

I have shown you kindness, and you have mistaken it for weakness.

And now, I shall show you strength, so you may mistake it for brutality.

This shall be my final Ultimatum, to those leading Prospera.

You shall surrender your city, the Astalets, and Lucky Luciano, for further investigation and judgement.

Or all those seeking retribution for your trickery shall march alongside me, and force it to be so.

Some amongst you, in the Ministries, may not have been involved,
Yet it is no longer for Prospera to investigate on its own, after all of this trickery.
It has left a permanent stain, and thus you have become a risk.

Let your residents evacuate if they wish, they are not my target, nor were they ever.
They shall not be harmed, nor will their homes be burnt without cause,
unless they strike against those that will occupy this Den of Sin.

I tire of it all, for all I wished was to be done with this.

If you wish for me to be the warmonger you claim me to be, so be it.

So shall Prospera burn, if you want it so.

Until all is naught but dust.

The Unbridled return to their march, the long-planned standing down orders now cancelled, and any sort of rest and disarmament delayed for this would only end in one way now:

Capitulation, or destruction.

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TARGET: Prospera

OBJECTIVE CHANGE: Siege and Capture.

DATE: TBA.