To: Black Citadel
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In the fahrar, we are all told that our legion is special, the best of the best, and comparable to no other. To some, it's intended to foster competition with the other legions—a way to keep driving us to improve. I don't need to explain to you that I believe something different: I believe that Iron is, in fact, the finest of all the legions. So you can imagine my surprise when I received a stack of parchment taller than a tank's drive sprocket that suggested otherwise—that your imperator had made "questionable" decisions that were considered "excessive" by some in the Black Citadel. Language was used that lesser charr might even find threatening.
Every day, we are under siege from some new threat. Stopping one does not stop the others. In my vast experience on the battlefield, I would go so far as to say that winning against one foe only emboldens the remainder. Bangar is the latest in a long line, and it is clear from my victories in Drizzlewood that I am the only one equipped with the means of ending him.
I was the only imperator to see the humans weren't our enemy. I bring this up only to illuminate a greater point: in that instance, as in so many others on the battlefield, lesser individuals believed I was wrong.
I was not.
But still I had to fight tooth and claw to pull the others into Ebonhawke. And look at what happened: without that treaty, we never would've beaten back Zhaitan. Or Mordremoth. Or Kralkatorrik. Without the treaty—my treaty—Tyria would be gone. The other imperators, and even the commander, are still grappling with this fact, but Black Citadel is keenly aware that I will be ascending to Khan-Ur once Bangar is dealt with. There is a reason we all see it as a foregone conclusion, and I would urge you to remember that in your future correspondence.
The charr have lost their way, corrupting their forms en masse to appease the whisperings of a malevolent Elder Dragon. The "laws of warfare" you reference in your thinly veiled threats simply do not apply to a force that cannot even abide by the laws of nature.
You suggest I temper my methods? Would you march into battle with a half-sharpened blade? I don't leave things half-finished, because half-finished is fully useless.
When I send a threat, I sign my name to it. The next time I receive one and it doesn't have names attached, I'm tossing it straight into the fire.
—Imperator Smodur the Unflinching
To: Black Citadel
Subject: Signature Required
In the fahrar, we are all told that our legion is special, the best of the best, and comparable to no other. To some, it's intended to foster competition with the other legions—a way to keep driving us to improve. I don't need to explain to you that I believe something different: I believe that Iron is, in fact, the finest of all the legions. So you can imagine my surprise when I received a stack of parchment taller than a tank's drive sprocket that suggested otherwise—that your imperator had made "questionable" decisions that were considered "excessive" by some in the Black Citadel. Language was used that lesser charr might even find threatening.
Every day, we are under siege from some new threat. Stopping one does not stop the others. In my vast experience on the battlefield, I would go so far as to say that winning against one foe only emboldens the remainder. Bangar is the latest in a long line, and it is clear from my victories in Drizzlewood that I am the only one equipped with the means of ending him.
I was the only imperator to see the humans weren't our enemy. I bring this up only to illuminate a greater point: in that instance, as in so many others on the battlefield, lesser individuals believed I was wrong.
I was not.
But still I had to fight tooth and claw to pull the others into Ebonhawke. And look at what happened: without that treaty, we never would've beaten back Zhaitan. Or Mordremoth. Or Kralkatorrik. Without the treaty—my treaty—Tyria would be gone. The other imperators, and even the commander, are still grappling with this fact, but Black Citadel is keenly aware that I will be ascending to Khan-Ur once Bangar is dealt with. There is a reason we all see it as a foregone conclusion, and I would urge you to remember that in your future correspondence.
The charr have lost their way, corrupting their forms en masse to appease the whisperings of a malevolent Elder Dragon. The "laws of warfare" you reference in your thinly veiled threats simply do not apply to a force that cannot even abide by the laws of nature.
You suggest I temper my methods? Would you march into battle with a half-sharpened blade? I don't leave things half-finished, because half-finished is fully useless.
When I send a threat, I sign my name to it. The next time I receive one and it doesn't have names attached, I'm tossing it straight into the fire.
—Imperator Smodur the Unflinching · Guild Wars 2 Database