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"The stupidity of some of our Mali brethren never fails to amaze me." Aenor comments idly after reading one of the posters, before heading off to write up some overdue reports. 

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Neci would hear of this before going to try to find the nearest source of a wall to hit her head against. "Forefathers, it is like the curse of old Malinor all over again. The mysterious 'noble' rebel group out to make life miserable for the rest of us. Why don't they stop hiding and do things like real Mali."

 

Meta hearing of this would also find a wall, leaning against it with a sigh. "When one decides that honor is dictated by the blood of our enemies, they have lost the sight of the path. We are creatures of nature, not bloodthirsty monsters. Even the Noble Urks do not act so savage, but refuse to honor the field with their name. Like so many other foolish ones, they will fall and be nothing but a painful memory." 

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Cheza looks over one of the copies, tilting her head as she mumbles. 

 

"I've not heard any mali' speak like this in many years, we like the current arrangement. Nether for all we know the author could be from any race just trying to stir trouble... And what's this stuff about the Queen and Prince?"

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Asher's eyes scan over a copy of one of these messages, remaining silent as he read. He pauses for a long moment as he finishes, simply staring toward the parchment before bursting into laughter, the corners of his lips tugged up into a large grin,

 

"Pahahahaha-.." He cuts off a moment after, his lips flattening into a more serious expression almost immediately, ".. who was sitting around one day and decided, 'I'm going to slay Oren'. What kind of fool is trying to start a race war?" He'd glance about after his question, as if he were awaiting an answer.

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Passing through the city, still aimlessly looking around for anyone selling food ingredients - Esgaleth snickers at the poster.

 

"Malin does not want blood."

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Ser Dederick Varodyr, a renown hater of insurgent elves dons his helmet, placing on his heavy armour. He knows all too well elvern arrows cannot pierce steel armour. 

 

He begins his search in the elvern taverns.

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Ragnar leers devilishly at the thought of killing Wood Elves, he sits perched atop a rock, ominously sharpening his wicked looking battleaxe "Let us kill some treefuckers.."

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Abbot Radovid sighs and mumbles to one of his monks "T'is will make our work troublesome...."

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Novice Brother Brennen frowns, his missionary work will be dangerous now!

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Roric grasps his blade, forged by Tarcell Othaman, running a stone along the edge.  "I hope ta meet these 'Huntsmen'.  Dey vould be good practice fer me."

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Daniel sneers at the poster, a look of disgust and shock on his face. He taps at the paper, as if testing that it is truly there.

 

"They should be rounded up and executed..." he spits, still looking to the poster in front of him.

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"Oh. More stupid mali" Dwyn blinks slowly as he finishes reading the notice "While being under humans isnt ideal, its how the world is. They outnumber us" he folds away the paper and shakes his head "It would be foolish to piss them off when nothing bad is happening. Spare for the bandits we'd still be harrased by no matter who we were allied with."

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"Izier, look at this!", she said with a laugh," Some little boy and his imaginary army, who probably hasn't even set a foot on elven land, is trying to hurt our family. This is why we need historians"

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