Those gorbellied, pox-marked, so-called Sword Lords of Rhestilor have sent me new dispatch. It seems that they, in their infinite stupidity, have decided to send another group of mouth breathers to the Stolen Lands in an effort to expand their odiferous plans of world conquest.
By Arawai’s muddy twat, I hope these misbegotten pignuts are an improvement over the last. Though to be honest, as long they know one end of a sword from the other they’ll be a gods-damned improvement over those other sheep-shagging joitheads.
It’s inevitable. I’m going to hate them all.