Scrawled on a scrap of parchment in wet human blood...
Today, the forces of Light quaked in fear, and fell in swathes, as if cut by a tremendous scythe of the Dark.
Many fell, their blood pouring to the dry earth between the great Keep of the Trollocs, and the pathetic village that the pink ones call "Tar Valon."
Some few brave Trollocs fell in battle, but the numbers of the Dark One's slain servants were vastly outweighed by the quantity of human heads that we Trollocs harvested this day.
The Kno'mon clan displayed an unrivaled amount of ferocity, creating disarray and death among the human forces. In particular, they left dead a number of the vaunted Gaidin.
The Wheel turned to the Dark today.