Treshure 5818 Share Posted May 11, 2019 A cool breeze ran between two lone elves upon the bridge. Despite the sunny disposition of Elvenesse’s warm forests, their minds were filled with death. Just an elven week prior, Thexan Ithelanen’s challenge had been answered by the Silver City. There stood Kaius Visaj; alone in a foreign country, with none by his side. “Have you prayed to your Gods?” Thexan passively asked, trying to ignore the presence of the massive crowd to their rear. Kaius dipped his head in affirmation. The Ithelanen turned towards the gatehouse-turned arena, undoing the straps of his helm. “And so it begins.” - Thexan’s blade ripped across Kaius’ breast, bearing into his plate and freeing the flesh from his chest. With a cry of manic ecstasy, the high elf crumpled to the floor. He knelt beside the dying ‘aheral, watching the stars fade from his iris. Thexan looked down onto the dead elf. “So that I may free your head from your shoulders,” he echoed in cruel mockery. With a swipe of his blade, it was Kaius’ head that was freed - thrown upon the marble stone for Elvenesse to bear witness. A priest of the druidic faith flanked the victor’s side. “Do you wish to be present for the rituals?” he asked, glancing towards the sunken corpse. Undoubtedly, it involved the use of several organs. Thexan shook his head. “I have a letter to write.” - A missive is sent to Haelun’or. “I have killed the champion of Visaj. I have freed his head and spilt his silver blood on the stones of Elvenesse. Come and see. I have sewn his blood into my roots, as I have promised long ago. Come and see. I have strung his mangled corpse amongst the trees. I have seen his ichor - the fabled silver blood is as red and thick as mine. You may have your dead, but first you must retrieve it. I soon will march on your gates. I will tear every stone from your wretched walls and return your citadel to the dirt. I will leave you alive - only to remember the cost of leaving your ivory prison. But before I arrive, come and see.” Thexan Ithelanen Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chase 3793 Share Posted May 11, 2019 "The Ithelanen prevail once more. Our ancestors are smiling down on us, can the 'Aheral say the same?" Murmurs an Elder Ithelanen, having watched the events unfold, and now seeing the body displayed amongst the canopies. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nectorist 12871 Share Posted May 11, 2019 Kaius be dead Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Share Posted May 11, 2019 Somewhere, Kairn Ithelanen remembers his former High Elven protectorate fondly and feels pity for them. ”We are bred in war, they cannot say the same. Such a tragedy that even now Elven blood is spilled over disputes so trivial as a pissing contest between warriors and scribes.” The Druid shed the paper notice into his crackling hearth, before returning to his armchair to take a seat. In his hands, he turned a skull around and faced down its empty eye sockets. ”Tragic.” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaelan 1918 Share Posted May 11, 2019 Twisted amusement danced in the ‘Ame’s eyes as he watched the duel unfold, the corners of his lips upturned into a wide grin. A softly chuckle would escape past his lips as the man from the Silver State fell. “Like the days of the Sirame... Aspects bless us.” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vindicant 642 Share Posted May 11, 2019 “Where are their boasts now? They asked to sally out, where are they now? Hopefully joining their ‘Champion’, alongside the rest of the Silver.” remarks bitter dark elf composed of 0.15 pounds of sodium Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maury 411 Share Posted May 11, 2019 Somewhere in Arcas, an indifferent Mali’fenn whistles in Snow Elven. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
JustMeMorgan 2067 Share Posted May 11, 2019 A Mali’aheral would Whistle in Snow Elven “Time to see my race-traitors burn” he’d idely comment Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ford 1996 Share Posted May 11, 2019 A wood elf in a forest beyond the mortal plane set down the finished carving of an infamous high elven tyrant. He then picked up another log, and began to work on fashioning a statue of a bronze-clad, spear-wielding warrior. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kanadensare 456 Share Posted May 12, 2019 7 hours ago, ChaseusBelli said: Our ancestors are smiling down on us, can the 'Aheral say the same? Gutzrippah’Raguk says good meme! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
osumanduas 1442 Share Posted October 23, 2019 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. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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