A Commandant's offer.

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A Commandant’s offer.

 

 

13th of The Amber Cold, 1728.

 

 

                                                       [!]A missive would find its way throughout the lands of Arcas. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Addressed to the citizens of the Llyrian Concord. From the office of the Grand Marshal.

 

“Dear citizenry of Llyria. Due to the forced hand of your Empyrion, the wheels of war have begun to spin. The sleeping giant of Fenn is to be unleashed upon your city. In tow with Legionnaires of Urguan, the Haelunorian Sillumiran, and the combined naval armada of Aegrothond and Hou-zi. Soon your walls will topple and your homes and stores pillaged. But I as a descendant would be remiss if I did not extend a hand of mercy. I understand that many of you were not associated with the dictatorial decisions your Empyrion forced upon you. And so, here is my offer to each of you. The besieging of your city is imminent and unavoidable, however we wish to spare the innocent at all costs. We are not murderers, but we will not stand for your leader’s many slights against our Princedom. Collect your things and vacate the city with haste, for soon our combined forces will eradicate all within the walls of the Llyrian Concord. Leave and never return, for if you do then only pain will you find. On the elven day when our forces march upon the feeble walls of the concord, any and all found within will be seen as nothing more than enemy combatants. Continuing to support the Llyrian dictator will be met with a blizzard to last a thousand years.” 

 

To the Empyrion of the Llyrian Concord. How dare you. How dare you betray the trust of Fenn, how dare you sentence your subjects to the sword, how dare you start a war you could not finish, and how dare you disregard a land of peace and prosperity. We gave you ample opportunity to avoid what is to come, and you spat on it. You have propagated among your people the ideal that the Mali’fenn are warmongers. This is your doing, Empyrion. I will offer you the same mercy as I have your people. Turn yourself over to Fennic custody and I swear on my honor you will receive a fair and just trial. I implore you to think about the decisions you have made and invite you to mend these mistakes. Think of your people, do not sentence them to ultimate and unavoidable demise. I will give you personally the allotted time of three Elven days from the time of this missive. Otherwise you will suffer the same fate of those that you have condemned.”

 

Signed, Aesilnoth Tundrak. Grand Marshal of the Ivae’fenn, Drakon Valkyr of Fenn, High Justiciar of Tahu’lareh.

[SpodoKaiba 612]

“why do they both keep saying the same thing over and over again” steven ponders as he walks around the city, beginning to carve into the dirt and stone surrounding it. 

[Ixli 1472]

Silir nods his head, pondering deeply.

“If the Empyrion was willing to hand himself over for a fair and just trial, perhaps the onslaught can be avoided. That would be a sign of faith to his peoples.”

[Unwillingly 18100]

A copy of the notice finds its way to the tired Llyrian official, where she shakes her head with a frown before merely dropping the paper. Tapping the desk she sat behind, she then stands to exit her office. 

[GodmodeGolem 146]

THIS IS EPIC 1+

[Punkinator919 116]

Datura seems rather pent up at this point, “To those stalling their justice, be warned. Wyvurn may not give mercy.”

[Nectorist 12869]

“I’m bored please just FIGHT SOMEBODY!” screams Prince Aldred, his sudden outburst causing him to seize violently.

[ronin_champloo 5951]

”I don’t know who Wyvurn is.. but hell be if we bend the knee for Llyria.” Eli would murmur, frowning at the past events.

[Sygnus_ 202]

Aroiia would read the missive, and with a smile, go to her anvil to sharpen her trident for the impending attack on Llyria.

[Skyrunner 257]

Utaria rolls her eyes at yet another missive coming to disturb her peace when her peace had already been disturbed this year. “Can’t these groups just work together to put all their declarations in one missive rather than plastering them everywhere? If there is a problem ******* handle it. Gott, I swear some Consort needs to get kidnapped to end this feud.” She says before thinking fondly back to how she first became a potato farmer, and how she single handedly made Potatoes Sutica’s best export and herself Sutica’s best import.

[Fekr 424]

Thalion Araen Drakon would sit upon the chair within his office; His helmet resting atop one side of the desk and a trident leaning against the other. Between the two lay countless documents with the one on top being the Commandants offer. After one read he made his way to the workshop to continue sharpening his trident and polishing his Sentinel armor as if a reminder for the skirmish to come.

[Harold 3386]

Prince Hadolph Tundrak II, son of Prince Sigirath ‘the Mad’ Tundrak, Duke of Castle on a Hill, Grand Treasurer of Fenn, would begin to count out the minas required for the sacking of Lyria. He would turn to his books and smile to himself as scribes would hover around him as he spoke out loud to no one in particular. 

 

“I hope a lot of the citizens stay so we can recoup the cost of this war on the items we take from them when Lyria is looted. During a pillage, we will be able to break all locks on their chests and take whatever we want. It would be a real shame if they left before this.” He would shake his head. 

 

“The Lyrians should take heed of this missive, the war is inevitable but their fate is not. Leave while they can and go elsewhere.” He would begin to write in the margins of the ledger as he mused.

[Vermy 1484]

Horren ‘Rosebush’ Bogbelly sharpens his trusty fishing spear, each missive making him more determined to destroy Llyria..