Messengers. News of our recent victories.
And yet they bring me no satisfaction. My warriors emerge victorious from every battle, they conquer every province I command them to, but this war... This damned Ascension War will not be resolved by swords and battle prowess alone.
I know you've been impatient to see how far I've come since the old days..
Remember when we were both at the academy, learning magic - now look at us..
We lead two opposing empires, shaping the world to our will, none can stand before us except each other
Look at him talking about learning magic at the academy.
I was learning magic. He? Wasted time on orgies and alcohol.
This is a fine game we play, my friend - just like we used to play chess and move our pieces, now we play gods
Our pawns have become armies, our knights have become our greatest warriors and our queens have become other nations we have subjugated to our will
It's been a while since we've done anything to displease each other, but next month I must take action my friend. It won't hurt you I promise, but you may be scared.
Scared by what, another pathetic global spell you'll try to perform next month? What will it be this time, Gift of Health? Knowing your luck with global spells, it will be dispelled by aboleths by the end of this year.
So I wanted to assure you that our commitment to peace until the time is right, is still valid - by my honor and sacred oath.
Now fly my friend, bring my word to your master and let him know that I have spoken.
Honor. What do you know about honor? Have you ever sent a declaration of war before attacking your enemy? Have you ever admitted defeat? What right do you have to claim Godhood?
This is ridiculous. What is your goal, Lebowski? What will you do if you reach Ascension? Turn this world into a giant brothel filled with whores, sex, drugs and alcohol. There is a certain irony that beast-people of Pangaea worship you. This is indeed the most fitting flock for a man like you.
I'm sure you can hear the Storm outside. It's getting more violent and unforgiving with each passing day, just like the mists of Helheim are getting thicker.
Send your harpies to Marverni, Lebowski. Witness the wrath of my Helhird. Know that one day I will come for you. And when that day comes, I will remind of you of one thing.
You have never beaten me in chess.