"The sky was a multitude of colours. The sun had only halfrisen and the first light made the contours of the landscape of Belfalas visible to us. We, the followers of Amarthatar, were marching down the road heading, for the Keep of the Knights of Dol Amroth. We had already passed the fords of the Gilrain and passed the town of Linhir, the hill of Amroth was in our sight. Our mission was clear: we were to convert those knights. Even though it was clear to us that those knights had sworn allegiance to Imrahil and consequently to the God of Elves, Eru. So we knew it was going to be hard to convince them, but they had never been shown the paths of Amarthatar. There was only a slim chance, but we must try, for they are our kindred however remote ones. Amarthatar vies to save all men, all those who choose to follow his ways and serve in any way possible. Easterlings, Dunlendings and Dunedain alike. And with this goal in our mind we marched onward. It was going to be hard, but we had the duty to try. Try with all means at our hands. Be it with words or be it with swords, we must show them the light and light the blue spirit, which rests in all men. We must convince them.

The air had an ominous smell to it, and that smell maked our ranks a bit wary. But we marched onwards, onwards to the keep of the unbelievers. And as we marched it became clear to us that this was going to be a day, which was to be remembered in the annals of Aina Amarth. We reached the foot of the hill of Amroth, we held a short pause there to discuss our strategy. Our strategy was to be the following: First we would try to convince them through the power of words, the words of truth, the words of Amarthatar. If this was not sufficient we had no other choice but to turn to arms. Then the wrath of Aina Amarth would be on them. A prelude to the Day of the Doom, when Arda would be engulfed in the blue fire.

Thus we sent a party of our greatest diplomats and philosophers to the Keep. It consisted mostly out of members of the Evandil, for they were strong with words. We saw the severity of the case before us. It was imperative to our cause that these unbelievers were convinced, because it would be a great victory for the Cult in the way to the final and ultimate Doom. So they went to Dol Amroth under a flag of truce. Our delegation was admitted into the city. In their Keep they met with the most prominent members of the Order of the Knights of Dol Amroth. And a fierce discussion flared up inside the walls of the Keep. Many arguments went over and over, many of the arguments made the Knights doubt. But with every argument of ours a little voice in the minds of the Knights said that it wasn't right. That voice was a voice of ages of tradition, ages of faith in Eru. The Knights were baffled by our arguments, their whole religion was swept away from under their feet. But somehow they remained steadfast and resisted our strong arguments. And so the diplomatic delegation left the Keep to report to our superiors, who camped at the foot of the Hill. But before they left the Keep, they voiced an ultimatum: they only had some moments more to convert. If they wouldn't submit to the will of Amarthatar by then they would feel the might of the blue fire.

At the foot of the hill there was now amassing a host faithful followers of Amarthatar. Ready to strike at the Keep. Only hindered by the standing ultimatum, but the minutes of that ultimatum were ticking away. Soon the blue fire would engulf the Citadel. The ultimatum ended and the battle was joined. Wave after wave of faithful bashed on the walls of the Citadel. A small group of high-ranking Ohtatyarim had found a way into the Citadel and was slaughtering the guards. Then a group of Knights saw them and hesitated not to engage them in honest battle. This was a glorious battle for our side, but it will be a dark page in the history of the Knights. Many members earned a lot of honour. Our members slaughtered many unbelievers at this first battle. This showed how mighty the Hand of Amarthatar could be; no one can withstand the power of the blue fire. We retreated for a while, for we needed to rest a bit and reorganise. The Knights had called for their allies from the Amruin guild in a desperate cry for help. So we needed to reorganise. Luck was at our side this glorious day or did Amarthatar have a hand in this, because our ally, the Sons of Ulfang, had arrived too. After we had reorganised the battle was joined again. And we fought again standing on the walls of the Citadel next to our ally, the Sons of Ulfang. And again our members fought with honour and a steady hand striking many of our foes down. On this day we had won a glorious victory over the Knights of Dol Amroth. After we had killed more unbelieving knights, we grew weary of this slaughtering, because they were after all remote kindred's. So we retreated, but we did so with honour.

We paused some while longer at the foot of the hill. We recuperated and spent much time in meditation clearing our minds. But we had to leave soon, because we couldn't risk staying at the foot of hill any longer. So we left. On the way back our hearts were filled with joy, but also with grief. We were joyous, because we had won a great victory and had showed how powerful the Blue Fire could be. Let this be a warning to all, who oppose us. But we also felt grief, for we had not succeeded in completing the primary goal of our mission: to convert the Knights of Dol Amroth. And even though it was a great victory, we could not be overjoyed with it, because we had killed men of our kindred how remote they may be. And silently we marched on towards the horizon. We marched back to reside into the darkness, where we would wait until it was time to rise again. And it is certain that we will rise again, for there will be more who oppose us. But we will be ready, because in preparation we await..... "