An open letter addressed to Akkar Tundrak.

[Ioannis 1480]

Aelthos Tundrak would look at his uncle Hadolph as he then shakes his head. He would then nod as he grabs a parchment from his table.

 

“To my dear son and his so few snow elves remaing, Aesilnoth is a Tundrak and you cant change that. Please refrain from doing so or I will make sure to find time and visit you to teach you how our family works.”

 

-Signed Aelthos.

[Kaelan 1918]

Lyemar Aureon’s brow would perk at the letter as he read it over. A slight chuckle would escape him and he shakes his head before tossing it aside.

 

“This ‘Fenn is quite stupid. Like a dog with a treat hung in front of him, he follows only his nose – greed driving him forward while he forgets all else.” The ‘Ame would then clear his throat, beginning to quote an announcement from the ‘Fennic author. “On this day, the 3rd of Snow’s Maiden, 1736. I Aesilnoth am relinquishing the name Tundrak, am relinquishing my command of the Ivae’fenn, and am relinquishing my position within the Princedom of Fenn. This might come as a shock to some, or all. But it is a necessity for my sanity. I can no longer bare the burden of watching my kin die under my command. So many names that become lost to time, but never to me. I shall continue my path in the name of Wyrvun, honoring the Mali’fenn’s immortal pact. For what is to come next, only time shall tell. But as of the present, I am leaving my home, my people, my kin behind.”

 

 

 

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6 minutes ago, Kaelan said:

Lyemar Aureon’s brow would perk at the letter as he read it over. A slight chuckle would escape him and he shakes his head before tossing it aside.

 

“This ‘Fenn is quite stupid. Like a dog with a treat hung in front of him, he follows only his nose – greed driving him forward while he forgets all else.” The ‘Ame would then clear his throat, beginning to quote an announcement from the ‘Fennic author. “On this day, the 3rd of Snow’s Maiden, 1736. I Aesilnoth am relinquishing the name Tundrak, am relinquishing my command of the Ivae’fenn, and am relinquishing my position within the Princedom of Fenn. This might come as a shock to some, or all. But it is a necessity for my sanity. I can no longer bare the burden of watching my kin die under my command. So many names that become lost to time, but never to me. I shall continue my path in the name of Wyrvun, honoring the Mali’fenn’s immortal pact. For what is to come next, only time shall tell. But as of the present, I am leaving my home, my people, my kin behind.”

 

 

 

Aesilnoth chuckles as another failed nation leader throws his two cents into the fray. 

[North 995]

An Elf of pallid complexion looked over the given missive – Monochrome eyes narrowed in untold amusement as he rasped to himself rhetorically;  ”Curious indeed.”

[Evonpire 2014]

Tenvar Aelthos II Atmorice would decide to add Tundrak to his last name, hearing the news far from Fenn in support of Aesilnoth Tundrak and of his own mother’s legacy. He would then forward this letter to Akkar I Tundrak.

“Cousin, while I understand you’re facing a tough time growing up without any sort of relatives,  friends, or really anyone for that matter. It doesn’t mean you can take your childish pettiness on others, especially your own family. Neither you or Aesilnoth shall benefit from this, let it go you have a fallen Princedom to manage for Wyrvun’s sake. You must put your efforts elsewhere then burning bridges.” -Signed Tenvar Aelthos II Atmorice-Tundrak, bearer of the armor of Siol Atmorice, the last patriarch of Atmorice. 

And from Aegrothond, Ali’ere Silma  would watch his Aspirant’s actions with extreme curiosity, judging him and evaluating.

[Unwillingly 18096]

Somewhere, an old Arvellon wheezes wildly. “A buffoon, buffoon, buffoon! Let him encounter another inconvenience, he will soon call for a duel once more, because it is the only sliver of self-worth he has! His only pride. Let him taint his public image, let him deny any wrongdoing whatsoever. He was an embarrassment to Irrinor and our militia as a whole.” 

 

Cyrene, on the other hand, rubs her face tiredly. “If only he could keep his Fennic drama out of Aegrothond.”