Treachery In Celia'fenn

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 Long ago, in the snowy southern mountains of the Realm known as Anthos, there stood a people. They were a scattered people, few in number, but they were also a strong people. They faced the wind and snow of the mountains in an icy fury that was and still is unprecedented. These people came together and formed a nation. It was a very small nation, centered in the peaceful town of Frostfall. Under the reign of Grand Prince Tundrak II, these people prospered, and were happy.

 

 However, that peace and happiness was disturbed when war came to Frostfall. It came in the form of fire, and steel. The Mali'fenns' friends, the Dwarves, were under assault from a nation of unprecedented size and strength, and the guild known as New Dawn assaulted Frostfall from the East.

 Under the leadership of the Grand Prince and such figures as Arayon Drakon, the Mali'fenn pushed back and destroyed the New Dawn foe, and led forces north to aid their Dwarven brethren-in-arms. Snow Elven soldiers toiled in the trenches outside of Kal'Ithrun and fought gallantly in engagements such as the Battle of Fort Indagolaf.

 

 Together, these people survived through the hardships of the Siege of Khazad'Karrzark, in the end forcing the Scourge back. During these times the Mali'fenn were united and prosperous. This unity remained until one fateful day in the Fringe, when the Daenors arrived. These Daenors, who themselves were Mali'aheral, broke sacred oaths by leading foreign armies to the gates of Lindale in a petty attempt to gain power for themselves. They splintered the once-united people, and brought them under a nation of tyranny and racism.

 

 Now, the filth of Gabriel'daenor and his puppets rule over most of the Mali'fenn populace. They are blood-thirsty war-mongers. They have betrayed our ancient allies and have made enemies of Oren, Urguan, Alras, and the Orcs. They have been seen to slaughter their own people in the streets for no apparent reason.

 It is time we put an end to this. House Tundrak and House Drakon stand united. For the glory of Wyrvun, and for the Old Princedom, I beg of you: rise up. Rise up, and put an end to these war-mongering usurpers!

[Aeus 2653]

"Not only have they broken our culture, and our sacred past, they have broken what we used to stand for. The Daenors must die. Muerte a los Daenor!"

[Sporadic 2844]

"Oh goodie, it's that time of the year again!" Ellir squeaks out, clapping her hands together. She rushes to find a sun-kissed front row seat and a cool glass of wine to spectate the reprise.

[Stevie 1598]

By Imperial Decree of the Imperium Tertius, it is not the Snow Elves known as the Daenors who have garnered the hatred of the Empire, but those that follow the upstart, rambunctious, and inept Tundrak, whose leadership has only ever caused the Snow Elven people to fall under the blanket of Imperial Exterminatus. The false and illegitimate Houses of Tundrak and Drakon and all their followers will be forever hunted down by Imperial arms, so long as they continue to defy the Empire's Silver allies in Haelun'or.

 

The arm of the Imperium swings heavy and hard, and rarely ever misses. The Snow Elves that wish to save themselves from Exterminatus will recognize their place as dependents and subservients, not as some independent sovereignty with groundless claims and a population less than even the smallest Imperial town.

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

"This better not become a yearly thing. The Adunians beat you to it."

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Art takes a moment to read this poster through, itching his chin in thought, then, in classic FRP style he states out loud to no one but himself:

"I wonder if the snelves ever stopped to realize exactly what makes them the laughing stock of the entire world.."

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Posters are pinned up in the city

"Pro tip! Just because you aren't in charge doesn't mean you're oppressed!

-The Rusemaster"

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

By Edict and Order of Lucius Tython, all elves against the Snow Elves shall face severe consequences under the violation of interests of his Lordship, Lucius Tython involving the Blackwater Trading Company as well as the peace between him and his snow elven neighbors. Shall any elf violate such, his lordship will accompany his Imperial Majesty of the Glorious Empire of Oren and his loyal servants in the hunt of such people until the cold steel of justice reaches the head of the prosecuted.

 

-Lucius Tython, Lord of Ambriel

[mmat 7460]

"This Daenor boy is cowardly and weak as I've seen personally, but knows when to bend the knee to an infinitely superior entity, whereas the Tundrak-Drakon hounds are also cowardly and weak, but are also criminals.

 

They get to live for thousands of years and they waste it bickering like fools over the scraps of a long dead culture. That blessing would be better utilized on we Humans." Drake talks to his Decterum comrades in the Sevarski keep, a tad of bitterness seemingly sounding in his voice.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"No, trust me, you really don't want to live a thousand years. It really is dreadful. I'd rather our women had the ability to pop out unlimited babies like yours do."

[Shaeles 1]

Shaeles chuckles lightly, playing with a strand of his golden hair. "This, boys and girls, is why you do not become impure. Your government collapses and you start a civil war with yourselves across three separate realms. Hopefully they'll see the folly in their actions and just return to the cihi." He shrugs lightly. "Unlikely as that may be." He turns and walks back into the gates of Haelen'or.

[PoseidonisKing 15]

*Rivornor reads the document "Treachery in Celia'Fenn. Initially, he has a slight chuckle the first round reading through it. After thinking about the document he sits down in his study and puts his face in his hands and mummers "What's wrong with Celia'Fenn and the people inside in." He gets out a quill and ink and begins to write a reply to the document, one on behalf on the Black Water Trade Company and another personal message. He posts the document on the notice board within the city.*

 

"To whom it make concern,

 

The Black Water Trade Company has a message to the Realm.

 

The city of Celia'Fenn has been wonderful for the headquarters of the company. They have allowed us, a relatively safe place, to conduct trade and have the employee's stay. The company has prospered in this environment and has grown to stretch across the realm. With the expansion, the company has made customers and allies. The company likes Celia'Fenn for now, and has an official proclamation:

 

'Those who shall try and harm Celia'Fenn in violence, will be utterly destroyed. The company will run their funds dry fighting the walls of Celia'Fenn. The employee's and the kings guard stand strong on the walls. The company will always rise up, there is never a point we're we will fail.'

 

In addition we have another proclamation to the realm:

"We, the Black Water Trade Company, will hire the armies of the Realm to defend Celia'Fenn. Minas, Ferrum, Wood, Food, are all forms of payment. The company will not let this rebellion grow, any army is welcomed.

 

Don't **** with us.

 

-The Black Water Trading Company."

 

*Rivornor writes a personal note on the Board.*

 

"I have long been friends with Grand Prince Tundrak, and even friends with Gabriel and the current members of the nation. I hope that Tudrak and Gabriel can come to some safe agreement. The Snow Elves should be united, as they are strong people, and should prosper under whatever leader. I hope a peaceful resolution can come about. I feel like some peaceful agreement should be made, but I do have one issue.

 

To Anayron Drakon,

 

I hate you, with a passion. You are the worst citizen of Celia'Fenn! You not only disrupted the company but also the employee's. You have refused to help with building or even work for that matter. In the end, when you didn't get your way, you betrayed the city. I've tried to warn you but your refuse to give up, which you should have. You have no interest in loyalty, rather just the sense of power.

 

I've been the city for only a few weeks, and I'm not even on the council, yet I have more power then you. 

 

I'll allow you to have two options. First, hand yourself in and face the charges of Celia'Fenn. 

 

Option two: Have the Kingsgurad, city employee's, and have a hit on your head.

 

-Hopefully we never see each other again,

 

Rivornor."

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*Rivornor reads the document "Treachery in Celia'Fenn. Initially, he has a slight chuckle the first round reading through it. After thinking about the document he sits down in his study and puts his face in his hands and mummers "What's wrong with Celia'Fenn and the people inside in." He gets out a quill and ink and begins to write a reply to the document, one on behalf on the Black Water Trade Company and another personal message. He posts the document on the notice board within the city.*

 

"To whom it make concern,

 

The Black Water Trade Company has a message to the Realm.

 

The city of Celia'Fenn has been wonderful for the headquarters of the company. They have allowed us, a relatively safe place, to conduct trade and have the employee's stay. The company has prospered in this environment and has grown to stretch across the realm. With the expansion, the company has made customers and allies. The company likes Celia'Fenn for now, and has an official proclamation:

 

'Those who shall try and harm Celia'Fenn in violence, will be utterly destroyed. The company will run their funds dry fighting the walls of Celia'Fenn. The employee's and the kings guard stand strong on the walls. The company will always rise up, there is never a point we're we will fail.'

 

In addition we have another proclamation to the realm:

"We, the Black Water Trade Company, will hire the armies of the Realm to defend Celia'Fenn. Minas, Ferrum, Wood, Food, are all forms of payment. The company will not let this rebellion grow, any army is welcomed.

 

Don't **** with us.

 

-The Black Water Trading Company."

 

*Rivornor writes a personal note on the Board.*

 

"I have long been friends with Grand Prince Tundrak, and even friends with Gabriel and the current members of the nation. I hope that Tudrak and Gabriel can come to some safe agreement. The Snow Elves should be united, as they are strong people, and should prosper under whatever leader. I hope a peaceful resolution can come about. I feel like some peaceful agreement should be made, but I do have one issue.

 

To Anayron Drakon,

 

I hate you, with a passion. You are the worst citizen of Celia'Fenn! You not only disrupted the company but also the employee's. You have refused to help with building or even work for that matter. In the end, when you didn't get your way, you betrayed the city. I've tried to warn you but your refuse to give up, which you should have. You have no interest in loyalty, rather just the sense of power.

 

I've been the city for only a few weeks, and I'm not even on the council, yet I have more power then you. 

 

I'll allow you to have two options. First, hand yourself in and face the charges of Celia'Fenn. 

 

Option two: Have the Kingsgurad, city employee's, and have a hit on your head.

 

-Hopefully we never see each other again,

 

Rivornor."

 

In response to Rivornor,

         You have power, but that is an illusion. Gabriel is puppeting you, wether you see it or not. He has banished a rather large amount of citizens now for questioning him? You will learn better. You see, I was crucial in the rebellion against Tundrak. I learned my lesson when Gabriel took power to his head. Also disrupt the economy? I was the richest citizen in Celia'fenn! Look at my bank! You will faint at the sight! Also to address the power issue. I had more power than you can imagine in Celia'fenn, without me the plan would have failed. I was the one with the information, I lead battles even though I wasnt even the General! That Quel'shen did nothing! I lost all power when I started to question Gabriel's reasons. So do me a favor and **** off or learn a lesson. To let you know I had fun raiding Celia'fenn and stealing all your iron and anvils. Your military is made of 2 officers and 1 soldier! How does that make sense? Also, get my name right you ******* *****.

 

 

With a warning danger to you,

          Arayon Drakon

((All the swearing is RP hate, I like you OOC :P))

 

[!] Everywhere where a message for help is hanging up now seems to have ice in it's place.

[Samler 1566]

Seth sighs quietly as he hangs up a small notice in Celia'fenn with a gold-coloured ink.

"A few things is to be noted about this large mess someone is trying to make, firstly. Tundrak (and his family if I remember correctly) is all banished from all ground of Haelun'or, this includes Celia'fenn.

Secondly; If you find Gabriel's rule unwished, go about it peacefully, he was voted in peacefully, he will (at some point) be voted outpeacefully. Disturbing the peace by threats of suffering and death, shall be met with by the Keepers of Peace in Celia'fenn and if needed be, Elsillumiran too.

Lastly; Rivornor of the Black Water Trading Company. You are but a resident of Celia'fenn. Do not encourage to violence or the Keepers of Peace shall be told to teach you such.

-Seth Calith, Eltilruir'sil ito Haelun'or. Elmali'leh lin."

[MajesticOwyn 334]

Morvan's eyes flicker from line to line as he scans over the letters in front of him. Celia'Fenn, Tundrak, Drakon... All names that are unknown to him, names he has no care for. He sighs, idly shuffling the documents before resting upon one, addressed from the Black Water Trade Company. Morvan's face is one of slight curiosity as he pours over the document, his eyes focusing on the section calling for warriors. He found himself a little curious, he would admit, and wondered if this was an opportunity that his clansmen would enjoy.

 

With a grunt, Morvan rises from his seat in the long house and walks into the frigid air outside. A soft downfall of snow was blanketing the valley that his Clan now called home. Winter did not bother him or his clansmen. However, perhaps this distant conflict was an excuse to stretch their legs, to escape the cold for a short time. He cracks a small grin as he glances towards the centre of the village where his clansmen sit huddled around the fire. He could see it in their eyes, a deep burning desire for battle. He felt the itch himself, it was growing unbearable as of late.

 

"Brothers, sisters, the time for sitting in this forsaken cold has come to an end. Gather yourselves and pack the carts, a distant land called Celia'Fenn beckons us forward. It is time for the banner of the Hundred Sons to fly, it is time for us to fight in the shield-wall once again!" 

Morvan roars, thrusting a fist towards the sky. His clansmen return the enthusiasm as they leap into action, the deep cold seemingly not affecting them any more. A wide smile forms on his face as he sees the burning fire of determination in their eyes. If one does not wish to fall into stagnation, then one must seek out their own battles and be willing to fight for the right to live.