An open letter addressed to Akkar Tundrak.

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An open letter addressed to Akkar Tundrak.

 

“To my Great-nephew Akkar,

I have read over your missive with pure disdain. For I am the one disappointed in you and your actions. You were meant to be better than your predecessors and this, I assure you is not the way. You are a mere boy playing at a game you know little to nothing about. You are a Grand Pretender, presiding over only snow and ghosts. I, Aesilnoth Tundrak the eldest male of our line do not recognize you as the Grand Prince of our kin. You hold no domain over the name Tundrak and you are abhorrent in your duties. Not once previous to this letter of yours have I seen any attempts at reuniting our race and it is sad. 

 

You speak of our blood fighting in the front lines, but you yourself have never seen or been in the battlefield. As the former Commandant and Grand Marshal of the Ivae’fenn, I led our kin to countless victories and fought alongside both your Maln and Mar’maln. Your words are empty and you hold a crown of lies. Your letter was both disgusting and completely off-base.

 

You, Akkar, have disgraced our name and our kin with your words. You have simply dishonored the name Tundrak and it will not stand. If you wish to attempt and take away my name, then you will do so from my cold and dead hands. Without war and without armies. I, Aesilnoth Tundrak first of my name, hereby challenge the offender, Akkar Tundrak the first of his name to an honor duel to first blood. You are a greenhorn in combat, thus I shall not demand your life for we are blood. If I emerge victorious, you shall never again take claim of the Tundrak name and forfeit all future attempts at such. If I am defeated, I will openly renounce my name and continue to live in peace. 

You have the time period of THREE elven days to submit your response. 

Disregarding this challenge will result in my victory.

Cowardice in the face of this challenge will result in my victory.

Refusal of this challenge will result in my victory.

 

Ito nae elahern’wyrvun, Akkar. 

 

With regards,

Aesilnoth Tundrak, former Commander and Grand Marshal of the Ivae’fenn, DrakonValkyr of Tahu’lareh, former High Justiciar of Fenn. 

 

(OOC info: If the duel is accepted, it will be a 1v1 mechanics combat until one party is downed. The setting for the duel will be decided by the agreement of both parties.)

 

 

 

 

 

[SwampRump 171]

Arevthor Tathvir reads the letter with a slightly amused look on his face.  “A duel hmm?  Well this will be quite the show, won’t it. llir”  At that Arevthor folds the paper neatly, slipping it into his back pocket as he moves to find Aesil in order to ask him more about this in detail.

[Punkinator919 116]

Datura is shaking her head, a deep frown on her lips.. “We finally have a ruler who takes care of people that this man calls ghosts and snow.. I am glad to hear this from someone I have yet seen to approach us once. He is a foolish man who knows not what he speaks. Maybe the madness from not protecting Wyvrun’s land finally got to him.”

Datura would return to cleaning glasses in her tavern..  

[Banned 347]

An elf approves.

[Mewliet 452]

Valerica sat in a secluded corner of the lovely Fennic tavern, likely with her husband as she read over the letter. Lifting her glass of wine to sip from, the ‘Aheral arched a silvery brow as she read over the letter. The elfess chuckled and passed the letter on to the ‘Fenn, offering him an amused grin as she spoke. “What say you we go on a date, my beloved? I’ll make dinner, then we can go for free entertainment? Who knows what this’ll turn into.”

[ThumperJack 927]

8 minutes ago, UwUuSoWarm said:

Valerica sat in a secluded corner of the lovely Fennic tavern, likely with her husband as she read over the letter. Lifting her glass of wine to sip from, the ‘Aheral arched a silvery brow as she read over the letter. The elfess chuckled and passed the letter on to the ‘Fenn, offering him an amused grin as she spoke. “What say you we go on a date, my beloved? I’ll make dinner, then we can go for free entertainment? Who knows what this’ll turn into.”

 

Rothilion perked his own silvery brow as he read through the letter, releasing one long, suffering sigh, “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again... this man is an idiot. Damned fool.” He then glanced up to his wife with a smile formed upon noting her grin, “But if it suits you, I’ll tag along after dinner. But if he’s mortally wounded for the eighth time or contracts the seventh fatal disease through this duel, I’m through.”

[Sygnus_ 202]

If Aroiia Elena Tundrak werent away with other endeavors in Athera, and able to see the missive, she would be cringing at the list of former titles the mali’fenn once held, as if they made the Tundrak anymore renowned. 

[TDubs 193]

“Oh for fu--“ The bard cuts himself off as he reads the letter. “Somebody kill this man before this becomes a bigger problem.”

[DragonofTaters 920]

Meandering into the tavern for the first time in years, breath misting in the crisp mountain air, the woman’s piercing gaze landed idly on the missives. Her expression changed from one of bemusement to that of near annoyance as she read both letters. “Again with the duels and denouncements. Men and their pride. I pray Auntie Datura has strong rum on hand...” Huffing, she turned and headed to the counter.

[Titanium430 578]

Somhairle would look over the statement, sitting in a small tent in the wilderness “That duel should be accepted in my opinion, but I don’t really care do I now..” he says, leaning back onto a fur, taking out a bottle of whiskey and taking a large sip “In all reality, I don’t care about much nowadays.” he mutters, slipping into a slumber for the night soon after.

[Fekr 424]

Grand Prince Akkar Tundrak would read the letter and along with his registeries in check he would respond:

 

“Dear Aesilnoth,

 

I regret to inform you that the Princedom of Fenn along with its governing body only recognises one Aesilnoth Annungilben, Valkyr within the Ivae’Fenn registeries of Atlas, later registery entries within Arcas place one Aesilnoth Annungilben as an adoptee of the Tundrak family this was later confirmed by your twin sister of the same Annungilben line. Seeing as I am patriarch of the Tundrak family, as declared by my father Aelthos Tundrak III when he seeded the title of Grand Prince, I have access to all family registries and I can say with certainty that no other Aesilnoth was born into the Tundrak bloodline.

 

With that in mind no mere adoptee can claim to know the values of the Tundraks better than its own kin so casually. Let me remind you that it was under your own position as an officer in the Ivae’fenn, under my father that our once great Princedom fell soo far. If only that was the worst of it, reports were found filed within Ivae’fenn registeries naming the same Aesilnoth as the offender from many levels of our ranks; initiates, guardians and wardens describing you as the type of leader to attack those under his command. Report entry from our Warden in charge of soldiers health, reported you as unfit for duty. Yet another report from a Sentinel claims all military documents under your jurisdiction were poorly managed and severly out-of-date.

 

With all that in mind, though I dont claim to know you personally: I feel that myself and any Mali’Fenn can understand the type of character you are from these registeries and reports. Were you to even be blooded-tundrak would matter not, for those who stray from Wyvrun no longer deserve his blessings and for those who leave our people in their time of most need are not worthy of the Tundrak name. In conclusion I find that no duel is required under the eyes of our Princedom, to do so would only further your delusion.”

 

Signed, His Serene Highness, Akkar of the Tundrak bloodline, first of his name,

 Grand Prince of the Princedom of Fenn and Mali’Fenn

Patriarch of the Tundrak Bloodline, Protector of the Idhren’tirn, Hesin’fin,

Commander of the Citadel of Acael, Protector of Tahu’lareh,

the chosen of Wyrvun

 

 

 

[CTHopper 139]

Aerilith Oakenarrow, former Grand Huntmaster and Grand Advisor took the note in his hands with a sigh. gazing upon the royal bullshit that was bestowed upon his friend “Why do royalty always have to do stupid things only for more experienced people to react as furiously.... Well it seems like picking sides will once again result in hate.... If only one of them was Oakenarrow....”  He grunts before heading back to his tavern, putting on his smiling mask once more to make his customers feel like nothing is wrong.

 

[Guest]

 

Sparticus Tundrak III shed a somber tear for his far-flung people as they fight over titles and despairs. The son of Grand Prince Aldred I, he came from an esteemed lineage, but now he saw the truth. The wolves would be hunting the sheep soon. He lamented that it had come to this but he knew what he and his father must do. He pronounced, deeply and without any semblance of doubt:

 

”Winter has come.” 

[helldiving 5793]

A Tundrak of great renown and martial prowess prepares to engage in combat.

”The wolves are out.”

[Fekr 424]

Akkar Tundrak felt a sudden cold flow over him, suddenly wolves would howl in the distance.

”it has come”