A Casualty In The Thales Grove

[Fid 566]

 

 

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In the peaceful Grove of the Druidic Order, a grisly scene meets the eye of any wanderer who has the misfortune to come across it. At the foot of the wooden likeness of Respiren Nox lies a halfling, sprawled cold and dead in the night. Some would recognize his tattered visage as belonging to Popo Sandybanks, a cheerful little Dedicant who frequented the Grove in his long and arduous journey to becoming a Druid. Fate, it seems, had different plans. Carved into his small chest (in careful, measured writing that must have taken many minutes to inscribe with a dagger) are the following words:

 

 

and, slightly beneath it,

 

 

Read by an individual with no knowledge of Elvish script, these words are meaningless… but to those who are versed in that most ancient of languages, this phrase strikes an ominous chord… a brutal reminder of a debt yet unpaid. It reads:

 

 

 

...and as the blood of the slaughtered halfling seeps into the soil at the feet of the Founder, these words ring more truly than ever before.

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[WuHanXianShi14 0]

From a far distance, not entirely feeling sorry for the druids though still finding the situation humourous:

"It's funny because the haelun'or is trying to get the druidic elves to live with them."

[DISCOLIQUID 2728]

Vallei turns her head to the whispers echoing throughout the Elven city. Without known reason, a grin forms on her face, before she disappears back into the forge.

[- Pastry 931]

A Sillumir takes the news of the deed to the Okarir'tir. As the story progresses he rolls his eyes and dismisses it as an expression of third-part resentment and dismisses the Sillumir. However, the Sillumir persists and eventually reads him the Elvish and its translation.

 

The Okarir'tir's eyes widen and his right temple falls to the heel of his right hand and the arm's corresponding elbow to his desk. After a bit of teeth grinding and poorly worded shouts he begins to write down possible marching orders for the Sillumiran. Marching orders to clean up yet another mess left by one of the Sohaer's finest.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Fiery wings fly back and forth, bearing messages between Haelun'or and the Grove as the Dove Druid whispers this news within one of the stone high elven homes, a dark scowl on her face. A knife and a bloody message threatened the peace she'd fought for, and she was resolved to take up the fight once more, this time for justice.

[Supremacy 3361]

By bird a message files to the grove:

The Silver Enclave of Haelun'or claims no responsibility for the acts carried out on druidic soil. Mere writing of the name of the Sohaer does not implicate Haelun'or conducted this attack. Should one be observed in the future, report him and he shall be dealt with.

 

Peace must linger.

 

kaean'leh evareh,

 

Kalenz Uradir

[The Fact Core 511]

"Who in the nether is Popo?" The Spirit of Nature asks confused, obviously cares for nothing else.

[Pureimp10 5691]

News reaches Ronald at the Carrion camp. He sighs, disappointed by these actions.

 

"The elves are at it again......"

[ThumperJack 927]

Norik looks at the poor halfling, then starts cleaning his axe, making sure its sharp and ready.

 

"Ah dare ye, cum afteh meh, try an' kill meh, ah'll bring ye wif meh."

 

Norik takes one last look at the halfling, then begins walking back home.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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