To The Nether With Haelun'or

[Narthok 10416]

*The note is written in blood, it appears to be elvish

The inferior nation of Haelun'or has proven to be too weak for my liking my supposed kin fear even the slightest amount of bloodshed and quiver in fear at the notion of drawing ones blade to do away with those that are impure. Therefore my compatriots and I have decided to depart in order to join the true Mali nation under the glorious Grand Prince Thurak II. Who has promised me the position of Lord Commander of the Princedom of Fenn I look forward to purifying Haelun'or with fire and blade when I pry it from the cold dead hands of the impure.

 

-Lord Commander Kael'Daenor of the Princedom of Fenn

 

(essentially i was kicked out of the Sillumiran for some reason, having no one else to rp with in haelun'or and agreeing with the mali'fenn cause as it seemed fun i decided to join them. I still have no idea why i was kicked out of the guard but i guess Magicpastry has issues with egg throwing and some goofy rp. Whatever atleast now i'll be able to speak on the forums without being told that I am poorly representing the elves..)

[Sky 0]

"Snow Elves are no more Elves than Horen are dragons." Says Jiub.

[Tentoa 3161]

Malineer sighs to himself and rubs at the top of his brow. "...Friggen' snelves."

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Elorna raised a brow as she examines the 'ink' finally reading the note with a sigh. "Well.. that is unfortunate," she mumbles to herself.

 

 

((RP thread guys, keep the responses RP.))

[Supremacy 3361]

Kalenz gazes coldly out from the Silver Walls of Tahn'siol before muttering: "Any elf who reacts so poorly to dismissal is no true mali'aheral".

 

A bird is sent to Kael'Daenor:

 

Heed this warning friend of ice; these elves of snow are born of twisted silver. They are impure by form and mind. Return to Haelun'or or become marked as they are and become the ones the city of Silver hunts.

 

iyathae the Fallen, mali. Remember their fall.

[Samler 1566]

Seth shakes his head as he reads the note, letting out a quiet sigh. "Young fool. But apparently fighting liches, drakes and the lesser races is what cowards do. Only the brave ones would fight their kin." He says sacasticly under his mask before returning to watch over the gate.

[Daisy 9738]

"Dah 'igh elves seem tu beh t'reatened bah 'une 'ov em joinin' dah odah soide! Ha! I guess su w'en deh onleh 'ave foive soldiers..."

[MrJoshy 130]

Ceriren sniffles a bit, wrinkling her nose in distaste. "The Mali'fenn are not that of a true elvish name. They are weakened, and if you feel as if you are distasted amongst the Mali'aheral's form of politics, and guardship; then it is quite blatant that you are not going to do well." With a flick of the wrist, and a focus of the mind, she quickly sends out a small spark against the paper; flint and steel easily lighting the paper that she has seen posted aflame. Huffing as she walks, steam exudes from her nostrils.


"Violence is the last answer."

[Glyc 234]

Bertram Brunswick nearly dies of laughter.

[Fid 566]

Phanes chokes on his wine, spluttering everywhere. "HA!"

[Lawrna 440]

Phanes chokes on his wine, spluttering everywhere. "HA!"

 

Rhea pats his back. "Darling, don't kill yourself before the child gets here."

Then she reads the poster and spits out her lemonwater.

[Fimlin 1997]

"T'is official, da 'igh elves nae longah 'ave n' army."

[Stag 3233]

*Iatrilemar looks around as gaurds of each of the subraces walk almost nonstop through the city*

"No military... Hmmm. Maybe we should just make everyone join the military like the dwarves... No no... That won't work. Well at least we have the fine company of both genders or otherwise... Unlike the dwarves..."

 

 

*He looks at the gender diverse group around the elven nation*
 

[Josh3738 3137]

Zahrer is dragged into the cloud temple to be healed. It would appear that he has ruptured a lung laughing at something...the High Elven military perhaps... He would then welcome the new friend of the Fenndom.

[Major Dom 1297]

"Are you stupid" says Meldur