Proclamation of Sovereignty from the Throne Beneath

To the crowned heads of men, to the wandering herds of elves, to the scattered clans of dwarves, and to all others who dwell beneath sun, stone, or star:   Let it be known.   The Fortress-City of Rak’nar, once a vault of forgotten pride and deluded heritage, has been claimed. Its gates, halls, crypts, and spires now belong rightfully and eternally to those who first walked its stonebound veins in the dark of the world’s youth. No longer shall we be shadows unspoken. No longer shall we whisper from deep places. We rise not as usurpers, but as inheritors. The seal of silence is broken.   From this day forward, the Sovereign Throne of Rak’nar resides under the dominion of His Shadowed Majesty, the Dark King, whose name is not yours to know, and whose will is not yours to question. He who commands the silk and the fang, the blood and the bone, has declared this city a Sanctum of the Deep, sovereign and inviolate.   The war was long. We endured. We prevailed. Let none mistake this conquest as mere victory. It is restoration. The caverns your kind squatted upon were not yours. The stone you mined was not yours. The breath you took beneath our mountains was a trespass.   Thus: Let no dwarf return. Let no elf interfere. Let no man approach. Let none disturb the Order that now reigns beneath the world.   This is not a request. It is a final warning. Any incursion, be it of steel, spell, or spy, shall be met not with reply, but with ruin. We are not as you remember. We have grown in the dark.   Your scholars will wonder who we are. Your bards will weep at what we have done. Your kings will ponder what else lies in shadow.   Let them wonder.   By decree of the Dark King From the Throne Below the Stone Dated in the First Year of Sovereign Silence