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Imperial Folly


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The clank of steel echoed through the once peaceful forests of Elvenesse as an Imperial warband intruded upon Malin’s peace. These butchers sought naught but blood, quickly snatching the High Prince of Elvenesse. It took but a moment before warhorns sounded across the Elven realms, calling their domains to battle, and the response was swift. With the High Prince in their capture, the Imperial warband worked to haul him off as the Mali of Elvenesse rushed to arms, perched upon their walls.

 

Suddenly, the call of warhorns echoed through the forest, and a detachment of Ivae’fenn soldiers poured forth from the foliage and fell upon the Imperials. From behind their shields, the Snow Elven soldiers pushed at a dead run, their spears and swords hewing through Imperial armor. The shocked exclamations of embattled Imperials rose above the metallic din of battle as they desperately fought for their lives, but it was not enough. Their men cut down in droves, the cowards quickly turned to flee with their royal prize as the Ivae’fenn swept over them like a wave.

 

This prize soon proved to be short-lived. The stragglers from this engagement with their royal bounty soon ran smack into a detachment of soldiers from Elvenesse. A brief scuffle ensued, and in the process, all of the Imperials present were cut down – including their commander, who fell while attempting a desperate escape with the High Prince. With the High Prince safely back in Elven hands, the party returned to their forested homeland once more.

 

This was not to be the end, though. Aware of their defeats to Malin’s children, another fresh detachment of Imperials formed up, and stormed south to recapture the High Prince whilst the forces of Elvenesse were still en route to Aegrothond. Unfortunately for them, they happened not upon the High Prince and soldiers of Elvenesse, but upon an ambush of the Snow Elven Ivae’fenn. In a fierce engagement, the Imperials fell upon the spears of the waiting Ivae’fenn. Instantly, the Imperial detachment tried to flee, but were pursued and cut down during the rout – and only a couple escaped with their lives. As quickly as it began, the day’s hostilities drew to a close, and the din of battle died away to naught but the cries of the wounded and dying.

 

Thrice they attacked, and thrice they blundered. Malin’s children are a peaceful people, but unwarranted foreign aggression would not be left unchecked anymore.

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“The day will soon dawn.” remarks local black man Karain 

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A Courlander would smile

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“And The God Clive hasn’t even entered the fray, this will be a sweet century” commented a mali from his peaceful tavern

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Tarkus is pissed he wasn't called upon to help. But he is also happy. "Wow, we sure are cooking. Right, guys?" He said to no one.

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Neia Annungilben came back to Fenn and cleaned the Imperial blood off of her sword. 

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Cyrene looks down to the corpse of the mage known as Auriel, soon turning away to return to the shoreline with her elven kin. 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
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“Aaaa better be flossin, there’s gonna be dust ‘tween ya teeth fo’ ‘tleast a couple o’

days.” A farfolk halfling snorts.

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Somewhere in Arcas, a Snow Elf chuckles and a Gobo laughs.

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Daisy Applefoot the halfling sighs as she watches the fighting from her burrow in Brandybrook “Le’ us pray ter Lord Knox tha’ t’is figh’in' doesn' become ah bloodeh world war, as his’oreh is so apt ter do.”

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Aesilnoth smiles. Plunging his blade into three separate imperial invaders, sending them back to their god. ”Foolish Valah, this is the only outcome of your aggression.”   

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“The Imperials truly are lacking in mental capacity. Victory has blessed the elves, and may GOD continue to bless them so,” Henry Staunton proudly requests.

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Wargoth Murak’Gorkil was in Krugmar, sparring and training with his Clansmen, teaching them the proper use of polearms when in battle.  He received the news from a courier Goblin, grinning and continuing his training.  He has faith in his allies.

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Thalion Araen Drakon would be within the wilderness of Fenn; steadily getting closer to Tahu’lareh. As he returned from his travels he would hear the war horns echo through the vast snow tipped mountains around him signalling a timely return. “and so it begins” he would mutter under his helmet as he began to whistle to himself in Snow Elven

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