_Soon after the watchtower is taken, a first bombardement of the city commences. Hollow balls of leather are flung over the walls and into the city, where they pop in the air and rain down dozens of pamphlets, the winds ensuring they spread to every corner within the city.
**Soldiers and Citizens of Peltarch,
You were warned again and again, shown the signs of his displeasure, and yet you mocked His Words. You thought yourself beyond His Wrath.
But now the time of Judgement has come, and N'Jast will deliver it upon you. His Blessed Armatures will smash down your gates and walls. His Holy Artillery will bring the skies down upon you. We come with the favor of The Lord and we are invincible.
The Legion is no more. Whatever protection it once offered is a memory, and all that remains are stray dogs snarling at men. No weapons are secret to the eyes of the Lord. They dare to rebel against Him, and steal His Gifts to use against His Divine Will. Now you have seen the consequences of their arrogance, and paid the price for their ignorance.
Where once you were proud and filled with hubris, you will be laid low by the Holy Flame. Already He has purged the city of its heart, and the rest is soon to follow. Repent and lay down your arms so that His Will may be done without the death of yourself and your family.
Glory to the Eternal Lord of All Creation.**_