Ha! The Heathern High King is pleased with Sir Romaan's response, proving his worth in service to Cynthamar as he repelled a host of Undead Orcs. I have decided to appoint him Commanding General of this city reborn. With the Taint mingling in Cynthamar's waters, no doubt he finds himself feeling anew, like a rebirth. Like every new pup, he took to biting the hand that mixed up those tainted waters. But fear not, he has now been properly trained under my rule.

Remember this, people of Cynthamar: death is meaningless for those who embrace Undeath. Your old ways are relics, shackles binding you to weakness. Accept me as your Heathern High King, and perhaps, perhaps, I may convince the Warlord to grant you the dark blessing of the Taint.

Ah, and an amusing exchange with one of my loyal subjects has inspired the future of Gaudiguch. Once I finally leverage Ickygal into his next, ah, extended repose, Gaudiguch will realize its true identity as it always wished to be... Sealess! Oh, pardon me, Celest.

Heathern High King Omegughk

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Avechary, in the year 692 CE.