Elnor'sirame Ito Miruel

[Supremacy 3361]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBmCJEehYtU

 

 

Kalenz sat in the Eternal Library and twitched in irritation as he brooded; each twitch sending a spasm of pain through his entire face. After minutes of silence the high elf would spit in elven:
 

"eldraoi'ame iyl'karin acal nae'leh sirame
eldraoi'ame illyth elmalii'thilln iyathae'ehya kaean cinh
nae miarae elmaehr'sae hiylun'ehya
kaean myumier igne kina'ehya nae'leh nor'ame
 
Larihei, kae'len cruan sulier, ay'kae vallumer'ehya
ay'nae'leh sirame k' taliiyhe, ay'elcihil k' cruare
il'iylkarim, mirueln thill'ehya ito kae'leh"

 

After another moments pause he would hobble from the Eternal Library and make his way to the inn, leaning heavily on the podium before speaking once more.

 
"Seven times the druian have defied our laws. Seven chances we have given them to rectify their wayward and pugnacious behaviour and at every turn we were met with further violence. They have brought the wretched House Flay to our door, permitted marauders over our wall, funded assaults on our blessed Silver Walls and most nefariously of all, plotted against the Blessed Hieal'thilln of Haelun'or."
 

Kalenz twists his face into a look of contempt as he continues to speak to the mali present.

 

"They have proven themselves to be little more than pawns in the Dwarven Machination: A scheme designed to usurp the peace and prosperity brought to all elves by the Hieal'thilln. With their acts today, the attempted execution of the elves who stood in Lin'ame, including myself they have sealed their fate and confirmed our suspicions. We have offered them peace and they have brought us nothing but strife, conflict and blood.

 

Until this day no drui has been harmed except those who violate the Silver Laws of Haelun'or. Until this day beyond our Silver Walls they have not been harried or harmed by our kin, who sought peace and not war. This is no more. They have defied the Silver Law seven times, and thus we shall defy theirs.

 

The druian are to be culled and their grove torn asunder by the raw power of the void. Their vines and roots shall crumble before the eldritch flames of Haelun'or. Retribution shall be dealt to the nature-whelps for their defiance of Silver.

 

Their ilk have shown us no mercy or kindness and we shall repay them in kind. Go forth, mali of Haelun'or: Remove the druidic taint. Purge them from this world. Spare only the Song Druid, Dove Druid and Mist Druid."

 

Hours later from Haelun'or a horseman would ride, delivering a message to the Grove:

 

 

You have cursed yourselves and nature itself on this day, Wolf Druid. Your hesitation to end my life shall haunt you until your grave, for the Children of Silver shall not rest until you are ended and you shall have nothing to show for yourself in death.

 

Your kin have assaulted the Silver Walls without hesitation or remorse. We offer you peace no longer, only death.

 

— Sohaer Kalenz Uradir

[Supremacy 3361]

To the notice board of Lin'ame a message would be pinned:

 

By order of the Hieal'thilln of Haelun'or, Phaedrus, the Annilir of the Berun'cinhir has been granted authority over the entirety of Lin'ame and will serve as the Tilruir'ame until such a time the allegiance of the Dove Druid has been determined. 

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Elorna continues to make the trek between Haelun'or and the grove relaying terms Lucion had given her. As she reads this she grits her teeth, nearby trees twitching in agitation as she considers what may happen next.

 

 

((dat song. <3))

[Bat Druid 140]

A certain Mali'ker, who knew only spite, malice, and hatred, would also make a trek from the Grove, to Ker'lomi.

 

However, he'd do it out of plain sight.

 

With slinking shadows, and climbing walls, he would forever be watching. Waiting. Gathering tiny pieces of information from either side, slowly trying to gain a picture of what is happening.

 

Perhaps he would ask someone on the road. Perhaps he would read some notices on the board of the Grove.

 

It mattered not.

 

The Bat Druid was not pleased.

 

He despised pain.

 

And this had brought him much.

[MrJoshy 130]

Ceriren steps into the light quietly, holding her blade at her side, the ruby encrested handle gleaming elegantly in the light that shines down upon it as she lets out a soft sigh; guarding the area that she has sworn to has caused much mental and physical strain upon her aged mind, and as such she grits her teeth at the wording of Kalenz's mood and his attitude. "Those that have defied no longer wish for peace."

"Ouity Deathsbane's words have been in brash roods and rapid thought of arrogance. The valah shall have the war that he has so desired, but at the cost of the crying agony of dozens; like the thundering rain upon a metal roof it shall beat against his head."

She lets out a little breath of air, before heading off to see to something.
 

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

 

Phaedrus reads over the notice, blinking as he looks to the second bulletin. He locks his jaw, taking a slow sigh. 

[spqrSancus 175]

Hecate sees the second bulletin.

 

"Oh no. By Yuan, he's probably going to rip down every single tree from here to the Grove. How am I gonna have fun then?"

 

She sighs. Berun'cinhir.... She didn't understand the Bronze Law anymore than she understood her family's old customs. 

 

She reads over the original board again. Unfortunate. She has friends within the Druidic Circle, but that can't be helped, now, can it? Cut off the ties... She walks away, ready to meditate every last vestige of those people from her mind. Then she's gonna evoke a few raindrops again.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

In the privacy of his basement in his Lin'ame home, A wood elf states to his cousin:

"And as usual the Sohaer destroys any chance of peace just when we were about to achieve it, bravo."

[Leetles 65]

 

Calethel, reads the note as her eyes widen, sighing as she sends a note to the Sohaer of Haelun'or.

The note reads the following:

"Dear Sohaer, I am a dedicant of the Mist Druid Earendur, and I am not involved with the fight between haelun'or and the druian. I wish if I could stay at my home in lin'ame, and live as a peacefull drui? Who will do no harm, but will help. I never broke a law of haelun'or, and never will. -Sincerely Calethel"

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Once again Elorna returns to Lin'ame, this time after talking with Kalenz. She settles onto a bench under a tree with the Annilir, giving an exhausted sigh. Things seem to have returned to the status they had been before the Sohaer regained conciousness. Which was... still not good. But better.

 

A bird delivers a letter to the grove some time after.

 

"Druids,

 

Disregard the most recent news from Haelun'or, the current offer from Lucion still stands. You have a chance for peace, please do not ignore it.

 

~Dove Druid Elorna"

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

Bowman stares at the missive for a little bit, and mutters under his breath

"T'at's mah friend, y' fascist git..."

[monkeypoacher 8055]

Ambryn grabs the handle of her dwarven-forged great axe and lets out a snarl.

 

"If any of t'ese pale, pointy-eared feckers come anyw'ere near t'e druid grove, oi am going to split t'eyr fecking skulls in two."

[Rassidic 470]

Ignii yawns , retracting the turn on her arbalest.

 

"Well. The mali'aheral are going to line the streets at this rate."

[Heff 2460]

Meanwhile the Pot and Pan Knight, Fumble "The Fatass", sits in a tree outside the Silver City. He munches on massive pie while looking at the guards who had tried to kill him numerous times before raising his free hand, flipping them off and screaming.

"Screw ya guys! I'm goin' 'ome!"

He slides out of his tree, dropping his pie. As he walks off he turns around, making eye-contact with a particularly hostile wood elf and flipping him off with BOTH hands.
"Death t' the 'eightis's!"

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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