This piece of parchment is left at the School of War, the writing childish and scratchy in nature
Heretics,
Your insolence in erecting a shrine to the Usurper and his Whore will be forgotten if you destroy it utterly. Cast down that filthy statue, smash your unholy dais, burn your traitorous book.
You have one day to do these things before we sound the warhorns.
Soldiers of Garagos