To Gwyneth, The Golden

[Ixli 1472]

Order: The harbringer of cooperation and prosperity amongst elven kind. As opposed to disorder and lawlessness, which brings the ultimate decay as seen in the days of Malinor and the harrowing days after its fall.

- An unknown 'Thill

 

 

Many are disappointed at your actions, my beloved. None more then me. I can admit that I had an idea of other motives you may have had for the Silver State, but I never thought you would have come here and used me as a tool for the destruction of my Sohaer. You aimed to have me thrown over the cliff with Cenwall. You betrayed me, and our daughter, Ealise by doing so. I cannot forgive this crime, and neither can the State.

 

You have left me no choice, my dearest Gwyneth. My wife.

 

 

We do not care who you are. To any and all who are not impure, to non half-elf's and half-orcs, we would seek your aid in finding the mage known as Gwyneth. However, we insist you be wary when approaching the filth. She is a blood mage, and knows the art of Soul Puppetry, amongst other magics. If you are to bring her to us alive or dead, you will be rewarded greatly. (Side note: Make sure her whole body is intact, please.)

 

 

To Gwyneth The Golden,

 

You have betrayed our State. Not only have you killed poor Genevieve, but you tried to assassinate our Sohaer. Let it be known to you, and anyone who would read this notice, that you, Gwyneth The Golden will be wrought in gold and placed in our square for all to see. This crime will not be forgiven.

 

 

MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[DustyDune 241]

The young Elven leader, stares movingly towards the missive-- a light of innocence has truly escaped him in his longing gaze. Cenwall's lengthy 6'5 frame standing firmly with resolution, moving with a mystical gracefulness only an Elf of high prominence would contain... He would move to the balcony in front of the crowd before him.

"I ask those standing before me to remember, that this is the cycle that we as High Elves have gone through since the start of our blessed existence.  I myself, have full confidence that this will be a blip in the echoes of history-- for we will grasp and achieve greater things!

His voice would raise, as his hands would expel a glorious show of arcanism-- tan wisps flowing around the air as if commanded by a conductor.

"In our long, long lives we have been through it all and yet we still stand. Leadership after leadership, the Silver State of Haelun'or has stood. For we have always progressed forwards, as is the nature of the High Elven race! See this as another cycle in which we must journey through to get to our ultimate goals."

Pauses a moment, the wisps around him halting to a stop.

"Journey with me, my friends, my councilors, my citizens and thrive in teachings and ways that Larihei had laid the foundation stones for us to build upon! For the foundation is strong, and so far has guided us through unimaginable threats. We shall continue to fight all that stand beneath us... Hold your head up high, fellow 'Aheral! For the worst is behind us, and we will never bow down to the threats of impurity! Stand tall...and supreme.

Stands firm, as he looked to his people with hope-- for he knew they would never succumb.

[luv 3469]

The young Izalith presenting woman paced in her home as she'd pinch the bridge of her nose, having heard the news. She'd sigh heavily as she'd reach the window, looking over towards the Council Halls.

 

"Oh, my dear Gwyneth, what have you done?"

[dard 756]

The paper scrunched up in the metal gauntlet as the Judge compressed it his volatile rage upon reading the report.  He seated himself near his usual location, and released a thick swish of air through his helm as the armor clad elf collected himself.

 

 

"It would happen eventually," Sataric stated, idly musing as he sat upon the scorched fountain in the ashen ruins of Mordhelm.  "Dabbling in the mortal arts and trying to keep the maleficar content.  It was only a matter of time before they started turning on one another.  The hypocrites." The Second Judge’s bronzed faceplate rattled as he shook his head.

 

 

"Let them cling to their heretical ways, abiding by the rule of Tahariae rather than that of man.  Abhorring maleficar, rather than ousting the sell-souls for their tyranny they seek to administer.  It is deplorable." 

 

 

The Resonant Knight retrieved a small inkwell and a quill from his satchel, and began scrawling a message on it. 

 

 

"I shan't allow them reprieve nor satisfaction in this," the muffled voice emitted from beneath the expressionless visage, “The accounts will be settled.”

 

 

A sharp whistle emitted from the Judge’s faceplate prompting the arrival of a crow that had circled overhead.  Sataric delicately tied the letter to its foot—where it promptly departed with haste.  A decree would begin to circulate among the circles of practicing Xionists and eventually unto the fold of Haelen'or.

 

 

[Chorale__ 2147]

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

 

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