Bit of new (ancient) lore to defibrillate this thread a bit.
The following are a series of letters and related documents from various Early Calradic and Southland kings addressed to the Calradic King-Deity Iptar-Sin the Elder during his reign, roughly 1200 years before the Common Era. Some letters originate in the courts of the other Great Kings, thus they address Iptar-Sin as an equal. Others are from various kinglets, vassals of the main Calradic state, and address Iptar-Sin as a master and a god.
The letters were discovered in an ancient Ellisian genizah (archive), and most have the stamp of the Calradic royal scribes, attesting to their authenticity.
The Mylesian Cycle – Letters from the Mylesian client-king to Ellis, requesting assistance against Karaite bandits.
Untash-Khumban sends to his lord, the King-Deity of the World, the Sun, my Lord; seven times and seven times I prostrate myself, I am the dust under your feet. Your minister has come and gone, he was not satisfied with my rule of your cities. Have I sinned against my Lord? I have been a faithful slave. Why does my Lord not see the plight of his stricken slave? The Karaite horselord, Azaru, the dog, the mongrel, continues to harry my caravans and kill my soldiers! It is said he has hundreds of spear armed nomads at his hand, and yet my Lord, the sun acts not against him. Not for my sake do I pray you to send assistance, for my own life is worth not that of a blade of grass, but your own Godly possessions, the lands, the cities, the towns, the cattle, do I pray. Ten archers would be enough to fortify your town of Kashgar, and ten more to Beshbalik, to secure your holdings. For your own sake do I stand and send my own possessions against the bandits. The dog shall not take what is yours, provided I am granted your grace enough to withstand him.
Untash-Khumban sends to his lord, the King-Deity of the World, the Sun, my Lord; seven times and seven times I prostrate myself, I am the dust under your feet. Praise be to you who, in your infinite wisdom, saw fit to grant me ten of your archers! They have been garrisoned and posted on the city walls, any Karaite trembles to see them. The horselord, the dog, threatens the towns no longer. He yet preys on the caravans of silver and spices that I send to increase your wealth. My own son took his personal retainers, twenty strong, to escort these caravans to their destinations. I hear they have inflicted damage upon the vultures, such that they retire to lick their wounds when they even hear your name chanted as a battle-cry. I inquire after my Lord, the sun, after his welfare, and the welfare of his family. Is your wife well? Are your daughters? May you all live as long as the sun shines on the bones of your enemies!
Untash-Khumban sends to his lord, the King-Deity of the World, the Sun, my Lord; seven times and seven times I prostrate myself, I am the dust under your feet. I am not worthy to breathe the air you created! The horselord, Azaru, the dog, the mongrel, the devil, has killed my men and taken your towns! My last refuge is the city Kashgar, where your grace and presence is felt even now, in this time of distress. I pray you, ride to relieve your slave, your worshiper, and drive the dog from our midst! The walls still stand, but all may be lost if your Holy Presence does not intercede. Daily sacrifices are made for your health, that you may smile upon your slaves, and preserve them.
Archivist’s Note: The historical record, and archaeological evidence suggests the city of Kashgar was taken by storm, and the inhabitants put to the sword. Iptar-Sin the Elder then retook the city, without much apparent effort, and instated a new vassal, Azaru’s own son.