Where You Once Rose

[Treshure 5817]

 

 

To the King Kairn Ithelanen,

 

When I had first written your creeds surrounding Gladewynn’s rise, I was vested in the dream that we were shedding the old skin and sin of Elven past. For years I have remained in the Wildwood, searching and rediscovering the tales and songs of Old Gladewynn. Having returned, I bring them forth to a Kingdom that scarcely recognizes it’s past.

 

I did not speak when you brought those of the Emerald Path in; ones we had sworn to destroy should they encroach upon our sacred mountain. I did not speak when you treated with the weak Dominion of Malin, of who you merged and coalesced identities with. And now, you will attend in the midst of those who murdered your former liege; vermin who besmirch your name and our kindred along their hidden isles. A crown does not exempt this wickedness. In the end, you are stripped of it all. You are then no King, no Bronze Prince or Lord, no ruler amongst any peoples. An elf, stripped bare, free unto the old woods; and only the Old Gods of the Forest to judge your wayward steps.

 

“My sword is his flaming tongue. My buckler is the umbra of his cloak. Shattered shields and broken banners assail; only bronze will remain.”

 

I wrote these words for a dying Dominion. Bronze was that to rally and coerce an innately frail elvenkind. And yet, Bronze is no more. Belestram forsook his title in the blood of his King. Khaine lost himself to the winds and wilds, returning to old words and twisted sentimentality. And you, King of Gladewynn, rose above it all. We left Bronze and Dominion for something old and yet new. We scried into the past and withdrew our heritage, and within, a better path.

 

Leave Bronze to wilt with the Dominion’s past. It is no more than titles and words. Only nostalgic rulers will cling to their namesake. Rule as those of Old Gladewynn have: not with treatice, or compassion, or the desire to agree. Invoke an elder fire: that curt and angered breath of the Old Gods. Demand, conquer, and pray to things yet unseen. Look into this old forest with the desire to be.

 

Thexan, Scribe of Gladewynn

 

[Guest]

“I will unify all the Elves by diplomacy, blood, or fire.” 

remarked Kairn Ithelanen, contemplating the message – had he strayed from doing what he had sworn to do?

[osumanduas 1442]

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