Pride of the White

[Ambduscias 1028]

 

 

 

 

The nights’ air was heavy with moisture, and a slow breeze rolled through Ost’Faen. The taste of salt was thick in the air.

 

Torchlight muddied the scene and cast illumination from half a dozen sources; it showcased the tarnished white armor that’d became the centerpiece of an identity, of an army that swept like a scourge and left the corpses of Fenn and Man alike where it treaded.

 

A long line was formed to bear witness. Soldiers stood side by side; something was happening here that was an event for all to bear witness to. The noise of machinery grinding was the only thing that disrupted the eternal stillness of the night, and as eyes drifted across the scene the only object present was a large cross framed with wood.

 

On the rough planks laid a lone Mali’Fenn; his chest rose and fell in slow palpitations, giving away the sole hint that he yet lived. The ground was stained with blood and vomit around him lending him a hint of subtle desperation and broken pride; a tell-tale sign as to his identity.

 

The herald of the coming tide slowly thundered his way into the scene, the silent line of torches parting like the seas at his presence. The vacuum of silence held in the air as a pale, armored fist was raised to the sky. It rolled through the air like thunder; each word bearing weight layered with a hundred years of hatred and passion..

 

“The regime of the Tundraks’ is over. As they broke their race and lead them unto the verge of annihilation, we find it our duty to complete what they had failed; unification, and building a world that will last till the white in the world ebbs to darkness, and once more life as we know it is consumed.”

 

“Many fought against us. They resisted the inevitable change of things; as when pressure in a river builds against an obstacle, something moves or something breaks. They - and the man before us - fought valiantly.”

 

Another pause as silence filled the endless vacuum. “But something we all know well is that this was not a fight. There was no challenge in this and no failure in sight. While the ‘Mali’Fenn’ may be good at chucking spears and turning tail to run, they fight like individuals; they DENY discipline, they DENY purity, and they DENY our offer; unification, or separation. In our hour of triumph they committed a craven act and stole off with our stock; and if they CANNOT integrate, and they CANNOT cooperate, such sub-Elven creatures CANNOT be permitted to exist in our world.”

 

“TODAY is the end for the ‘Snow Elves’. As the last KNOWN TUNDRAK who keeps their name meets justice in the eyes of the LORD GOD and GREAT WYRM ALMIGHTY, our tolerance for their insipid lies and half-truths regarding our once broken people must end. ANY ‘Aheral who insist on using the name ‘Mali-Fenn’ or ‘Snow-Elves’ will be put to cross or fire and sword. Their EXTERMINATION is the only objective; their CULTURE must be removed from history for one, last, and HOPEFULLY FINAL time. ALL who RENOUNCE the name will be PERMITTED to walk freely on the tidal shores of Ost’Faen..”

 

The same silence fell after he was finished, and the titan turned towards the prone Trundak and raised a heaven-wards, a column of armored men marching forth to begin the crucifixion.

 

 

 

 

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"I have mixed feelings about this." Said Artimec, who has mixed feelings about this.

[Ambduscias 1028]

14 minutes ago, 吳憾戰士14 said:

"I have mixed feelings about this." Said Artimec, who has mixed feelings about this.

"Why do you have mixed feelings about this?" Said Athir who had mixed feelings about why Artimec has mixed feelings about this.

[Adelemphii 1766]

((I feel angered))

[d0ntc4r3 104]

Mira would shed a tear, remembering her Snow Elf friend, Feta Krafeh. "How can anyone be so cruel?" She'd ask to herself. "They just wanted to be left alone, but were dragged into wars."

 

She lit a candle to honor the fallen.

 

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Feta Krafeh's ghost would feel a mix of feelings: anger, sadness, despair. He'd think back on his fellow Fenn. Aelthir Tundrak took him in and he trained Feta with his comrades. They tore down the old city of Odessa, attempting to carve a home in the old place. Now where was that home?

 

Gone, like all the rest.

 

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Theodora Palaiologos would sit at home when a courier would bring news of the Fenn's demise. She'd sigh, not caring one way or another.

"Never met a Snow Elf before, guess I won't now." She'd say this to herself, reclining in her chair.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

10 minutes ago, koko haram said:

"Why do you have mixed feelings about this?" Said Athir who had mixed feelings about why Artimec has mixed feelings about this.

"It is good that elves who were once Mali'fenn are seeing the lies of Tundrak, but a society built upon the hatred of a person, group, or ideal oft loses steam when the source of that hatred is gone. The future of this group is uncertain, and perhaps unifying with the elven nations of present may aid its cause." Artimec said, expressing his mixed feelings.

[Ioannis 1480]

Reign lets out a smile and nods. "Nobody should take away the right from any group to rebuild".  He then sends a cart of some fine crafted Dunamian armour.

[KeiaTypeBeat 3277]

Millosm would stare at the city that was once Fenn. What would his snelf friends do? He thinks of the Faelyn sisters, who all have been marked targets for the White Tide. He would shake his head at the thought of this new group.

 

"White Tide.. Just another bunch of racist bigots trying to rise to power.." He says to himself.

 

He would get back onto the boat, returning to the dwarven lands, hopefully never to return here again.

[shortchangehero 4217]

2 minutes ago, KiausT said:

Millosm would stare at the city that was once Fenn. What would his snelf friends do? He thinks of the Faelyn sisters, who all have been marked targets for the White Tide. He would shake his head at the thought of this new group.

 

"White Tide.. Just another bunch of racist bigots trying to rise to power.." He says to himself.

 

He would get back onto the boat, returning to the dwarven lands, hopefully never to return here again.

 

Millosm would be denied access to the White Order's ship, he'd be forced to WALK back to the dwarven lands. 

[KeiaTypeBeat 3277]

2 hours ago, The Combatant said:

 

Millosm would be denied access to the White Order's ship, he'd be forced to WALK back to the dwarven lands. 

Knowing his lover has been asking for him to stay out of trouble, Millosm would let out a string of curses under his breath before reluctantly marching off, praying he'd be walking in the correct direction.

[shortchangehero 4217]

Just now, KiausT said:

Knowing his lover has been asking for him to stay out of trouble, Millosm would let out a string of curses under his breath before reluctantly marching off, praying he'd be walking in the correct direction.

 

Would soon notice that he was on an island! He'd be forced to swim home!

[the 1 bow 1112]

Wargoth Kahn'Braduk, the self proclaimed 'Demon of Fennland' sits on his throne, leaning his weight against a stick to keep him upright.

 

"Deyre kopyin mi gimmick. Hur. Bud gud on em. Tundrakz are pizzenin."

[KeiaTypeBeat 3277]

2 hours ago, The Combatant said:

 

Would soon notice that he was on an island! He'd be forced to swim home!

Not knowing how to swim well, Millosm would wait on the shore of Fenn, knowing that his friends know where he is and will come searching for him eventually. Hopefully. In the mean time, he endures the voices arguing toward themselves. Something about shoes...

[Dakirennis 959]

((I read this the title of this thread and feared the worst.))

[=Nkruma= 65]

Nkruma Frostbeard would spit on the ground thinking of his snow elf friends. "All of tuh snow elves I evah knew were great friends an' caused meh no harm..." He would then proceed to ride into Fenn clad in armour to loot their easily accessible chests.