Shadowlands Horde Letter - #4
We have his flesh. Soon, we shall have his soul.
Yakamo... once you accepted the Master's dark gift, and it made you the strongest man in the Empire. Now, you have forsaken us, and you will be taught that you are a fool. He wandered alone in the Darklands, seeking aid for his trapped samurai, the light from his Jade Hand searing our flesh. Fool that he was, he thought we could not defeat him... but we know how to destroy a Thunder. We did so a thousand years ago, and we do not forget.
The war between us must cease, and we must find a way to unify our strength. To the Oni, bring forth all your callous viciousness and place them at the head of our troops - let the undead support your vast power, and let the sorcerers show you the way. As it has been in the past, and shall be once more: we will destroy them, and we will control the Empire.
The Burning Words still plague the Master's mind, ruthlessly assaulting all those who would come near. It is a living thing, wild and maddened - Yori calls it 'a destiny whithout a soul'. Now we have a soul to give it.
Tsume