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Kairn drags the man's body,"This'll teach them not to **** with me."

 

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Maheral Cenwall Maeyr'onn stands amongst the survivors of the battle, being bombarded with various questions. He eventually settles down the gathering, gripping the stump that was once his arm with a grimace. Cenwall looks to Cinh'llytn, a spectator of the battle, nodding his head.

 

"Cinh'llytn informed me of our troubles that we faced today.. and today, we faced an enemy unknown to us. Kairn looks to deface and tear the Dominion from Axios, aiming to rise a nation under his sole and absolute control. "An age of Bronze", he calls it. As one, we faced him and his allies, outnumbered. We attempted to save our 'Ame allies, even if we are unknown to them, and we failed. Stupidly, we charged into the fray, knowing we are likely to lose. A question piercing your minds, a powerful question that is pestering even myself.

 

Does this mean war?

 

To that, I am unsure. But I can ensure you, Kairn will be defeated. We lost this battle. And as I said, Kairn is an unknown enemy. But so are we. I will speak with our allies, and as one, as a wave of terror, we will show him our true strength. We are Haelun'or. We are 'Thill. And we will not fall.

 

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To Prince Erolas Ba'ikana,

 

I write to you from a troubled Silver City. A great attack upon my people has occured, leaving many injured and few dead. The stiuation we faced was a warmongering elf under the name of Kairn. He came to our people for help. We found evidence of him looking to subjugate the elves- including the 'ker- under his singular rule, after toppling the Dominion- which is ripe for his taking. I write to you in hopes you will aid us in ending this threat once and for all, securing our treaty and the future empire we wish to obtain. This is for our survival. You once asked me: Are you willing to fight? My answer to you is; I am willing to conquer. 

 

 

                                                                                                                 Sincerely,

Maheral Cenwall Maeyr'onn

Erudite of the Celestial Order

The Redeemer

                                       

 

 

 

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Veidan exhales through his nose.

 

"It begins."

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Erolas would be in the bokolo fields smoking his green upon reading the letter. He'd read through it, then pulling out a quill and parchment. After he finished he would tie it to his hawk's foot and send it off

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A young mali'aheral, new to the Silver City, stood with stiff composure among the survivors, his arms crossed and eyes filled with nervous skepticism. He sighed. The resolve was there, now. He supposed he would have to pick up a sword again very soon. 

 

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Rhillen stands close to the Maheral as he speaks, acting as the leaders bodyguard, his normal position.
He looks down at his still burnt armor, black streaks of flames covering a lot of it, nodding once.

He was certain now what needed to happen, after the battle today. They need to fight.
 

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"Well, then."

 

Varil'ja solemnly observed elcihi, almost maleficent marks of the battle trailed his body- his lower body had been scarred with the might of Alchemist Fire. He had been one of the few people who had fought the battle, and those who were struck by Kairn shall reap the seeds of discord that they have sown. Those who lie in the shadows shall burn in the seething light that shall forbid their existence. Kairn shall pay in blood.

 

 

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"This is only the beginning," a silver haired elf would mutter, as his cold gaze fell on the survivors and the charred battlefield. He was patient, and Kairn would pay for his arrogance in due time, for he has not yet seen the full might of Silver. The chaos he has sown is a weed, one that would be uprooted. A reckoning will come.

 

Turning away from the scene, the Okarir'Thilln began to shuffle up to his laboratory. The 'Aheral was accustomed to the burns, and right now they were the least of his concerns.

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3 hours ago, The Fire Mind said:

Avenel wrings his palms at the prospect of testing his experiments.

 

 

 

Varen'thal, after a long trip from the doctors at cloud temples looks to Avenal,

"Your experiments will reap."

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

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

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