Maruthrir'eth — The Tyrant's End

[Narthok 10416]

*Smoke Rises from the village of Lindale, the clangor of battle echo from the burning ruins as a column of mounted figures leave the city.

 

Kael'Daenor mounted upon a horse nurses a wounded arm as he prepares to speak to his people,"People of Fenn, well I guess we cannot call ourselves that anymore He chuckles sadly to himself. "My people we have been through many trials but this tops them all, yet here we are survivors. The man Prince has been displaced and the generous offer of the people of Tahn'siol has been accepeted". He turns raising his cane into the air "No longer shall the Mali'fenn be ruled by a dwarven puppet upon the frozen throne!". He frowns "However I must apologize for the loss of your homes and possessions but sacrifices must be made". He looks down at his citizens "Now I hereby allocate all of my possessions and titles to Gabriel'Daenor my adopted son of pure Mali'fenn birth, he will be leading you in my stead for I must go on a pilgrimage in order to find the true meaning of maehr'sae hilyun'ehya, goodbye my friends" Kael turns and rides off leaving his cane to Gabriel.

[Lago 2572]

 

"It would appear his loyalty to Tundrak was not as strong as was once thought. One of the historians to work out, I guess."

[Sporadic 2844]

Ellir places a metaphorical (yet fancy) monocle over her inner eye and tunes in to the telepathic battle that is sure to unfold.

[Dizzy771 900]

Grand Prince Tundrak II scratches his chin, looking around at the perfectly intact Princedom. He then looks over to the pile of dead bodies, many of them being High Elves who tried to rebel against him. He shrugs lightly before walking back inside Castle Blackfrost for some tea, the Mali'fenn of the Princedom continuing to wander the fields and kill any wounded of the oathbreakers. He also ponders about how Kael'Daenor had vassalized under the Grand Kingdom during his few hours as leader, yet thinks Tundrak is a Dwarven puppet. He shrugs again, continuing to sip his tea.

 

Dizzy nudges Tundrak in the side with his elbow

 

"Looks loike anot'er lad only concerned wit' gainin tu biggest hat an tu most toitles eh? 'ar 'ar!

[Temp 2006]

Placing a hand to his jaw, Thersist stares to the ground, Dwarven words still bouncing about his skull.
"Dwarves declare tha' the Snow Elves are an independent group an' yet, when they make an effort to self govern it results in a mass o' Dwarves and 'Bloc' attendees arrivin'. I call piss on this one. A damn good thing we arrived to the aid o' the Snow Elves an' 'igh Elves, else Dwarven aggressions may 'ave resulted in the death o' more innocent men. First the greed with the cure, now this.. Oddities, this."

Nodding slowly, he gestures to the line of victorious Imperial Soldiers and begins to lead them home.

"May their new lives be ones o' productivity."

[Rig 17581]

Grand Prince Tundrak II scratches his chin, looking around at the perfectly intact Princedom. He then looks over to the pile of dead bodies, many of them being High Elves who tried to rebel against him. He shrugs lightly before walking back inside Castle Blackfrost for some tea, the Mali'fenn of the Princedom continuing to wander the fields and kill any wounded of the oathbreakers. He also ponders about how Kael'Daenor had vassalized under the Grand Kingdom during his few hours as leader, yet thinks Tundrak is a Dwarven puppet. He shrugs again, continuing to sip his tea.

Zaephreus and his group hang the snow elven heads outside their fortress, cackling.

[Narthok 10416]

Zaephreus and his group hang the snow elven heads outside their fortress, cackling.

Gabriel would wonder how considering not a single snow elf died in the battle..

[Rig 17581]

Gabriel would wonder how considering not a single snow elf died in the battle..

Zaephrus grunts at the poster, before walking home. 

[Kardel 1054]

Kardel smiles, as he lights up a cigar, taking a big, hearty puff of it. The news a brought to him via gobo as always, the gobo being the most reliable source of information since they are entirely dependent on him. Kardel unrolls the daily news-report, and reads abut the battle, laughing, shaking off the ashes of his cigar to his side. "Yer dun realoize ye've ju's becume da slayves o' Haelun'or, an' ye will doie wif eht, once da Uruks tayke eht uver. Yer tuu optimistic, ye feck. Nou dat 'e be gone. . ." Kardel yells for his gobo. and hands him a slip "..toime ta industrialize Fenn!".

[Aerdun 26]

"What?"

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.