An excerpt from a document written on the seventh day of Shallalt from Calmae Amoraad to the Dwarves, sent to whom it may concern of the Black Court.
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{Formal greeting}
[...] The Calmae has recently been made aware of a cult or group of ferociously anti-Dwarven Vampyres. We have caught word that these cultists might at any time wish to strike against your most noble Black Union. Upon hearing this [...] we send you this letter. We wish to tell the Black Court that we hereby officially renounce any Vampyre that may attack your Black Union, and [...] [Coven] gives you freedom to capture and punish them as you see fit. If execution is the punishment for whatever crime they commit, feel free to do so. As you know, we may be killed by sunlight, and silver kills if pierced by it, viciously burns if touched by it. You are free to be creative with your methods of execution. We only ask that, if they are executed, their names be sent to us for our records. [...] In addition, if you come up with some particularly creative execution, please tell us of it so that we may record it in our Book of Executions - we have a fondness for documenting such matters.
{Salutation and closing}
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Several months later
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Dagon and Matthias ran through the sparsely forested northern mountains, their soft, padded feet making no noise on neither rock nor grass. The two feline Kyr were on a mission - to kill as many Dwarves as they could. In a sense.
They were being very careful about it, as well. They didn’t come from the south, no, that was too obvious. They traveled around the Black Union to cross into its borders from the far northeast so as to appear to come from those nations - especially their home nation from whence their polymorphic original race came from. It was a good cover indeed.
This, this was where their powers in mind control became so very useful - a Dwarf would not even realize he was in danger...not until their fangs were deep in their throats. By then it was far, far too late. They had already killed several scouts, burying their bodies and their weapons as best they could. As this might give the Black Union a route by which to follow, find, and trap them, the two constantly zigzagged, generally moving in a westerly motion, all the while making their way to the capital of the Union they so hated...and so feared.
But they didn’t want to fear them anymore. It was not fair that the Dwarves should have so much silver to their Union’s name. They had come to help in slowly retaking the silver mines - the first, small step. Their success could very well mean the continuation or termination of this campaign.
So they were determined not to fail.