ONCE A FRIEND & TWICE BETRAYED

[Treshure 5817]

 

To the Horen host and all that follow,

 

You indeed embody the dragon, as we Elves bear the forest. Alike all beasts that prey, they are alone. They form no friendships and curry no favor. Their actions are based on murder and consumption alone. As all predators go, the dragon is no less untrustworthy. One may live his entire life with a beast as such, and yet he would never turn his back on them. For even a beast’s greatest friends are prey once vulnerability is seen.

 

 

I do not expect the valah to remember. It is a feat beyond their understanding. I do not expect the common man to scry into the past - to see the bonds we have forged with Mankind in the wars of Atlas and the predecessor worlds. I do not expect them to see the lives we have given; lives far fewer and more precious than meets the eye. But I do expect it of the Horen ilk. I had hope that there was divinity vested in the line. In spite of all else, I knew that the Imperial blood saw our deeds. But I was wrong.

 

I have toiled across this earth for centuries, and I shall toil for centuries longer. I have fought in every ill-tempered war Humanity has mustered. My kin have died at the hands of upstart Imperial rebellions as fruitless as the one before. All so that we may find strong allies in Mankind. All so that we could find peace.

 

And yet, you march into our forests. You slaughter our leaders. You shatter the peace and seek to insight violence - not because we have wronged you, but because you have grown bored and thirst for blood once again.

 

While you embody the qualities of a dragon, you are no such thing. The Drakaar and their lesser offspring have matured into the role since time itself. Their dominion is absolute; their natural grace is undeniable.

 

But you, ilk of Horen are increasingly opposite. You are needlessly violent, nefarious, and prone to tantrum. Our natural alliance of Elven races is one to be celebrated; just as the Highlanders, Heartlanders, and Farfolk are brought together as one. Instead, the response shatters centuries of good faith. In place of our own, you break bread with Elves that decry your very race and worship the regicide of your own King Vydra. They are snakes, inside and out. And you love them more than I.

 

Our toil has been a labor of love. But there cannot be love for one as insecure as thee. Visit your libraries and look into the past. Beyond your infinitely small lives, there is a history yet to be seen.

 

Thexan

[mmat 7460]

“Once this seventh empire falls, let its fields be salted and put to the flame, and let it never rise again to taint this world.

 

Let the Age of Elves begin.”

[Ankan 2875]

“It is almost as if they didn’t think becoming a Fennic puppet would have consequences.” Dimaethor Visaj responds, uncorking a bottle of Sun-Raised Uradir Wine to share with the great company.

[TheIchorDruid 1986]

The weakened and beat Mali’thill lay within a bed somewhere upon the face of Atlas, her consciousness dipping in and out, she heard the news and somehow managed the energy to scoff  “Any and all who support the adolescent children and traitors of elven kind are nothing but leeches, let the time of true elven righteousness prevail..”  She shortly passed out again due to injury.

 

[Morigung-oog 5697]

“Foolish elves wish to genocide the hand that once fed them.” A mali'fenn giggled, resting her hands in her lap as she enjoyed her wine, albeit briefly, with her own great company. “The Fennic dogs are trying to train the others.”

[FlemishSupremacy 6115]

42 minutes ago, Treshure said:

While you embody the qualities of a dragon, you are no such thing. The Drakaar and their lesser offspring have matured into the role since time itself. Their dominion is absolute; their natural grace is undeniable.

 

Celia shakes her head as she reads the missive from the Library of Dragur. 

 

“How interesting... Seems one is confusing Dragaar with their corrupted versions, Drakaar. If anything, what you describe resembles a Drakaar quite well.”
She sighed, getting up and pacing through the pathways of the library, looking over the shelves...

“That said... I think Kairn would be disgusted to see a once proud and strong nation ally with those who were so hostile to them. Fenn, Aegrothond, Krugmar, one and the same. These are not our allies, these are not our friends. Why we trust them, over our friends at Haelun’or or the Empire we fought against staunchly against those who would raid our cities in hopes of slaughtering our families and friends, I will never be able to comprehend.”
She paused to think, before stating.

“I’d rather fight alongside the dragons, like we did in the past, than alongside dogs. The time of elves will not come if you maintain relations with the vile and warlike Uruks of Krugmar. They need to be extinct, rather sooner than later.”

 

[jetboydan 85]

I have no respect to the Mali who choose to serve the valah dogs over their own kin, the orcs may be barbaric and uncivilized, but at least they have the honor to always serve their own kind over the other races. 

I have no respect to the Mali who choose to serve the valah dogs over their own kin, the orcs may be barbaric and uncivilized, but at least they have the honor to always serve their own kind over the other races. 

[Unwillingly 18133]

4 hours ago, Aythyinae said:

“It is almost as if they didn’t think becoming a Fennic puppet would have consequences.” Dimaethor Visaj responds, uncorking a bottle of Sun-Raised Uradir Wine to share with the great company.

"Its almost as if they didn't think becoming an Empire puppet would have consequences." Cyrene Riel responds, wiping fresh high elf blood from her sword.

[bickando 3967]

7 minutes ago, w_ill said:

"Its almost as if they didn't think becoming an Empire puppet would have consequences." Cyrene Riel responds, wiping fresh high elf blood from her sword.

 

A PRINCE OF MALINOR sees no consequences in the beautiful capital of Haelun’or, and, if he knew there was fresh high elf blood on a random person’s sword, he probably wouldn’t care – in the Silver City, all violence is known, which means that poor sap was just a bystander to the race wars the lesser elves were trying to begin.

 

If he knew of the poor retort, he would, perhaps, comment to good company over a glass of wine, “It’s almost as if they don’t know what the definition of consequences is.”

[osumanduas 1442]

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

 

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