For His Dread Excellency, the Grand Carnifex of Har Ganeth,

Your Holiness,
As requested, the following letter is a chronicle of the Temple’s involvement with House Uthorin in the invasion of the homeland. I will endeavor to have these correspondences dispatched to Har Ganeth as fast as the corsairs can sail so that you may have constant updates regarding the progression of my pilgrimage to The Altar and of the invasion itself. Now, Dread Excellency, if you give me leave, I shall begin my account.

The journey from Klar Karond to Ulthuan was largely uneventful, with the hawk ships of our cousins fleeing from our black arks like slaves scattering in the face of a pack of ravenous cold ones. You should be pleased to note, Dread Excellency, that I had shunned the protection offered by the Arks, instead choosing to ride aboard a smaller vanguard cutter aptly named 'Khaine’s Vengeance'. The superstitious corsair crew of the ship felt blessed and honoured that I, a member of the Temple, should grace their ship with my presence, no doubt seeking His favour in order to reach land safely.

After days at sea, we finally spotted the pearl-white cliffs of the Blighted Isle through the fog and soon after, even whilst still leagues from the shore, hundreds of the accursed sea guard awaiting us! As the wind brought Khaine’s Vengeance closer to shore, the captain gave the order and the cutter’s twin bolt throwers awoke. The thick, black-shafted bolts scythed down the idiot sea guard like corn. Closer still and the corsairs themselves unleashed a spiteful rain from their repeater crossbows, turning the white beach into a forest of black shafts. It was then however, that the cutter suddenly shuddered violently and came to a halt; we had hit the beach.

You should also be pleased to hear, Dread Excellency, that it was I, Yrlthorin of the Temple, who made the first footsteps on the homeland. As soon as Khaine’s Vengeance came to a halt, I vaulted over the side of the ship and ploughed through the water towards the waiting sea guard.

"Blood and souls for Khaine!" I screamed as I charged into our bewildered cousins on the shore. My blades cried out for blood and by Murder, did they drink! No Asur came within blade reach of me and lived to learn from their mistake. The last memories I have of the battle were the shouts of the corsairs finally charging up the beach behind me moments before I felt Khaine’s hand upon my shoulder and I gave in to His hate.

I awoke to find myself standing in a ring of dead Asur, my white robes now gloriously stained crimson with sea guard blood and my blades weeping thick red. The surviving corsairs from Khaine’s Vengeance were knelt before me in an awed supplication. I could see Druchii ships landing themselves all along the beach, though their presence paled in comparison to the Black Ark that disgorged Lord Uthorin’s army onto the nearby cliff.

Yes, Dread Excellency, this will be a most enjoyable pilgrimage indeed.

Until my next correspondence, I remain your most loyal, useful and faithful instrument.

Yrlthorin of Ghrond
Priest of Khaine