Foolish interlopers of the town of Elmerton,
You have had your fun and I must admit to certain grudging respect for the resolve shown. However the game is at an end. The Gatekeeper’s Glorious plans can not be hobbled by a rag tag band of outcasts and mud farmers.
The failing is mine, I suppose, for letting this go on for so long, having wanted to wait to slay you en masse when the Gatekeeper’s new realm was fully solidified. Instead, I’ve been sending only a portion of my strength to disenchant that Thorn of a banner you raised in defiance. Oh, I still will destroy that banner. Three of the four elements of the sigil- the Sword of Assault, the Sword of Repose and the Axe Held on High- are already dispelled, leaving only the Armor of the Burning Heart before this little exercise in futility is at an end. THE LAST ASPECT OF THE BANNER WILL FALL. Retreat from the battlefield while you can; slaying you now holds no gain for me. If you retreat to areas that support Armego, your deaths will be forestalled.
It is thusly that I shall rekindle my Moment of Luminescence. I, Hearkin, shall live forever under the Wing of the Gatekeeper, and a flood of Magestan blood shall wash away the faulty ways forged by the Incarnation of Death. I am the First of the New breed of Hero! I am the opening hand of a game where the Gatekeeper holds all the Cards! The Gatekeeper will undo the mistakes of old by using the Incarnation of Death’s own poisonous two way door against him! Slay me a thousand times! For each death I rise Stronger, my mission Clearer and the voice of the Master more INSPIRING!
DISSOLUTION TO VORKARIAN!! DEFEAT TO ARMEGO!! AND ELMERTON’S BLOOD ON THE LIPS OF THE MASTER!!
ALL PRAISE THE GATEKEEPER!! ALL PRAISE THE GATEKEEPER!! ALL PRAISE THE GATEKEEPER!!