Truth Against Ikur/griffin

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

*A pamphlet is circulated into the message boards Norithel, Osage, and the Cloud Temple

 

 

 

If one were to go to the High Elven city of Tahn'Siol one might find a scarred high elf - one who goes by "Ikur" - yet that is not his true name.

 

The man's name is "Griffin Gale"

 

Griffin Gale I first met in the Lumi'drim (Or whatever they were called) as a new recruit, he was a rowdy, unkind, unlistening, and uncaring man. He had little heed for elven, human, dwarven, or even orcish life.

 

After a brief time under the lumi'drim - he joined Kalameetand the conclave, AND ASSISTED HIM IN BRINGING DOWN THE PRINCEDOM OF MALINOR.

 

After such he was placed in the ranks in the Conclave's guard, and ran a tyranny over the lands of Darkhaven and Leanniel - demanding he himself be head of the guard in both areas, and even attacking the guards of Leanniel to try and assert his dominance. At this time, he tOok the name Griffin Whitewolf.

 

While yet, we repelled this man and his lackeys from overtaking Leanniel, Griffin was persistant; even attempting to attack during a ball. (Gladly our golem repelled him.)

 

Yet, at this time Griffin had procured a magic. A rare, and rather disgusting magic. 

 

Griffin had somehow procured Fi magic. A kind of anti-magic-mist-thing that can temporailly sever one's connection to the void or aengul, yet at a cost.

 

I was told by another Fi user that one must somehow kill, and bind a LIVING SOUL to them, as to gain the power. And more unfortunately, I knew the soul that is now bound to him.

 

Shortly after he gained said power, a person by the name of Vulathri-Daysin recounted to me the news that one of his dear friends Sirius Daystream had 'committed suicide', yet he told no more to me.

 

Now, Griffin had been a long-serving companion of Sirius Daystream, and for a long time the two had been friends... And yet the timing of the Magic's manifestation, and Sirius's supposed 'suicide'...

 

I'm rather sure the reader can put the pieces together and clearly see.

 

Griffin Gale not only betrayed his friend by killing him, Griffin has his friend's SOUL eternally bound to his own in complete and utter torment so that he himself may gain an evil and destructive power.

 

Yet, now his treachary has reached even further.

 

He has persecuted my family, (Of which we have been a rather productive and upstanding group within the elven  settlements) under the guise that we're "Filth"

 

 

Do you call the monks of the cloud temple "Filth"? Whom preserve your lives on a daily basis free of charge?

 

Do you call the clerics of light "Filth"? Whom help keep the forces of darkness at bay, and heal people throughout the land?

 

Do you call all farmers "Filth"? Whom work the earth to provide food for everyone else?

 

 

But yet, apparently they are according to Ikur.

 

And now, this man "Griffin" now roams among the lands - killing all those whom do not  bow under the will of Haelun'or!

 

He has not only betrayed his friends, his nation, but his very own people!

 

Woe to Ikur in the days when his sins are dealt to accounting.

 

Woe to Haelun'or when Ikur will again betray his masters.

 

Woe to Kalenz when his judgement will come.

 

And woe to us all, for not stopping his rise.

 

 

-Signus Publications.-

 

 

 

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

Bowman shouts at the poster

 

"YEH 'AD A GOLEM?!"

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"Pf. As if that man-child ever had any authority in Lenniel. He spent most of his time in Demone's manor fornicating with halflings or something."

Art says, reading this in a quiet high-elf free town of Northitiel, before tossing it away, finding the rest to be pretty amusing.

[Aelu / Rel (Combustionary) 1540]

A man in a sand-colored robe reads over the paper, seemingly disinterested until the excerpt about Fi magic.

 

"So that's how it works..." He mumbles to nobody in particular, before dropping the sheet and departing.

[monkeypoacher 8055]

A dark elf smirks. "A p-pathetic warrior, really... He cannot f-fight f-for the ideals he so militantly enforces... I defeated him with my own axe..."

[Crayfishchris 751]

 

After a brief time under the lumi'drim - he joined Kalameetand the conclave, AND ASSISTED HIM IN BRINGING DOWN THE PRINCEDOM OF MALINOR.

 

"Oi. That dirt face did 'solutely nothin' t'elp us with tha' coup'd'etat. Why does 'e get all the credit?" says Kristian post-mortem.

 

I was told by another Fi user that one must somehow kill, and bind a LIVING SOUL to them, as to gain the power. And more unfortunately, I knew the soul that is now bound to him.

 

 

Yulnii laughs.

"Oh, I do love these rumors. I am Ikur's teacher, and if he had killed anyone to somehow 'get' this magic, I would know. Absolutely ridiculous. Life is not a fairytale, and this logic to make my llir seem like the villain is half-arsed. No one knows Fi more than a FI mage... and I'll say this is utterly wrong."

[- Pastry 931]

Ikur raises his eyebrows. He buys a nice frame for the poster, frames it and hangs it in Celiante, next to the gate. Underneath he tacks a second note.

 

"Quavinir is still Kill on Sight. Impurity will not be tolerated on our lands, nor will those whose minds are so easily bent to their propaganda."

 

With a sigh, he admires his work and puts his hands to his hips. "Strong language for a murderer and violent maniac." He rubs bruises long healed dealt at Quavinir's own instruction. "My life in service to the state. They may take that how they will, though."

[Crayfishchris 751]

Ikur raises his eyebrows. He buys a nice frame for the poster, frames it and hangs it in Celiante, next to the gate. Underneath he tacks a second note.

 

"Quavinir is still Kill on Sight. Impurity will not be tolerated on our lands, nor will those whose minds are so easily bent to their propaganda."

 

"Fawkin' bugger stealin' all the credit," grumbles the ethereal Kristian.

[- Pastry 931]

"I'll take what I can get, Kris, though I doubt Eleron would be happy with me if he thought I were making myself out to be the rebellious type."

 

He looks down to his belt possessed by the spirit of the old High Prince himself, waiting for an answer.

[Pureimp10 5691]

Elrohan visits from beyond the grave. As he walks through the new Elven city, he sees this poster.

Upon reading it, he grins, remembering his times with Griffin.

 

"Ah, Griffin, you pissed me off from time to time, but you were still a father to me. Take care friend, and remember, purge the impures."

[Crayfishchris 751]

Elrohan visits from beyond the grave. As he walks through the new Elven city, he sees this poster.

Upon reading it, he grins, remembering his times with Griffin.

 

"Ah, Griffin, you pissed me off from time to time, but you were still a father to me. Take care friend, and remember, purge the impures."

 

"Oh, hey. The gang's all 'ere, aye?"

[- Pastry 931]

"You were older than me, Elrohan, but I suppose you're right!" He rubs the back of his head in a rather embarrassed manner.

[Fid 566]

"You had many faults, even in those days... but you were never a traitor. You mourned my passing not as an Aheral, but as a friend... and to me that is all that matters. Might is not Right, Ikur, but Right makes Might."

 

Eleron trails a hand down his ruined face, standing at Griffin's shoulder.

 

"Do what is right, though the world may perish."

[- Pastry 931]

The flame-scarred elf nods his approval, a somber smile creeping onto his lips as he regards Eleron's words. He watches as the ghosts of friends past begin to circle about him, chiming in with their words of support.

 

"Though I may have my detractors, I suppose I am never without allies, hm?"

[Crayfishchris 751]

"You had many faults, even in those days... but you were never a traitor. You mourned my passing not as an Aheral, but as a friend... and to me that is all that matters. Might is not Right, Ikur, but Right makes Might."

 

Eleron trails a hand down his ruined face, standing at Griffin's shoulder.

 

"Do what is right, though the world may perish."

 

"Oh... 'ey there, 'Leron. 'Ow's it been? Long time no see, aye?"