Scourge of Seagirt

To Their Excellencies Seagirt, Baron Ming Lum Pee and his lady, Baroness Alina,

We hope these words find you in good health and in full control as your troublesome wind-swept holdings. Our hearts and minds are still warm with memories of daffodils and pleasantries.

We stand upon our shores with similar words and floweries. We see your ever-closer sails and make plans for festivals and feasts. Our hearts and souls grieve to hear not music but the drums of War, to smell not flowers but the stink of greed.

Have you not heard Griffins song? The thrilling tale of Sea Serpents and Selkies with helpless nuns and orphans inbetwixt? Do you renounce the lives of the children he saved? Do you not know he single-handedly cowed the beasts? Do not for a moment doubt that our Dread Bearded Baron has won the favour and fealty of these fearsome monsters. What small part of your leaky fleet could hope to reach our shores past these terrible beasts who fight for us?

The whispers and daggers glimpsed at Estrella and 12th Night did not go unnoticed. We were of such faith that no sign or token could have convinced us such rank betrayal lay over the horizon. Long have you stood besides us in the face of Avacal and the shining West Kingdom. Now you seek to keep your army for such battles and this looks well and good to us. But still you persist in a fools errand armed with children and old men, tree-huggers and battle-babes. You plan to withhold your main forces and send such gentle reserves. This is too bold of you, our Whale-Brothers.

If not even the simple reason of this letter can reach your Wizened Elders, then send your boats, and your whales, and your armies. I can swear my word and the word of my Baron and Baroness that once all your warriors have been buried with honour and rites, your women and children and cattle will live long and happy lives in the arms of your Lion-Brothers.

peace and reason,
Caemgen mac Garbith,
Courtier to Her Excellency Caitrin
Warmonger of Lions Gate

Addendum: Johanna van der Velde would have none of this, and rebuked the Warmonger during opening court of Sealion War, A.S. XLV. Her response is as follows

Enough of this!

Pray tell me Griffin, how long you expect the pride of Seagirt to lay back and take this abuse?

Under flag of proper War we have come and arrayed ourselves to match you. And all the while you allow this posturing word-smith belittle and betray the kinship we share?

You have made a Dispute of Power into a Disgust of Slander, and I tell you now the power of all Seagirt shall end your boy out in this field.

For me, I shall have no more of his cunning words fill my ears.

Placed here by the hand of Elspeth Sèalwudu