I'm glad the king has finally accepted Lord del Toro's plan as the most sensible. Peace isn't possible among the tribes. There will always be some degree of strife so long as they all exist together. So why not just do away with the other tribes altogether? The plan is simple: poison all mud-dweller and air-barian water supplies and watch as they slowly dwindle away. Well, perhaps not too slowly. I'm as eager to commit genocide as the next unicorn but I do not pretend to relish the act of murder. My son on the other hand... oh, what to do with that stallion. Such great skill as an alchemist, such great potential; but always with his head in those damned books. He has yet to transmute a single substance, instead focusing on the production of artificial disease (of which he has created none.) Given our current employ, I suppose that's rather convenient, but st. . . . .
That blowhard of a king is no longer standing over my shoulder watching me write. Thank mana. It's truly annoying being unable to discuss you're true thoughts.
As per Lord del Toro's orders, Bubo and I are to pretend to manufacture a liquid based poison, while the Pox of Purpose is given time to spread. That fool of a monarch has no idea that he has masterminded his own demise. First he will fall; then, his city will be laid to ruin by the Pox, it's residents helpless to stop the disease. It will spread across the countryside and into cities like wildfire and in the end, only Lord del Toro and his loyal followers will stand immune, for the only cure lies in Negra Beliza. I just hope that stallion in the ridiculous cloak and hat doesn't catch on. He seemed to be the only one incapable of trusting us. And for good reason, I should say. But in all seriousness, I should probably warn "His Majesty" of his suspicious right hoof. It would not do to have our plans unravel so close to fruition.