An Open Letter to Aesilnoth

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Datura stood at her counter, tapping her Fennic Pen against a counter as she tapped her foot rather quickly.. chewing her lip as she wrote.. Her note read as follows: 

 

”Dear Aesilnoth...

We have not been close in the slightest. You have insulted me numerous of times for me not keeping my tongue due to only being a ‘lowly bar wench’. But today I will not be silenced. I am no longer that meek lowly barkeep you once knew. I understood your circumstances for leaving Fenn. I myself did not like that mad Grand Prince. I thought it was overboard for them to smash your limbs, and I was genuinely afraid to return home to Tahu’Lareh. But yet when I heard Akkar took up the throne, I returned home. The world outside of Wyvrun’s blessing was too harsh for myself, and I had no other home besides there. You did not return although Akkar dropped all previous restrictions on those Aelthos had banned. You stayed in Aegrothond. Which this is fine. You seemed closer with them than any people of Fenn that remained. And Aegrothond is a wonderful place indeed.

But you cannot claim what Grand Prince Akkar has or has not done for his people. He has lead mass reconstruction efforts to serve the people better. The New Grand Council has been making strives to revive our religion, re-organize our people, and serve those who have been wronged in the past. Whether or not you claim Tundrak blood has no concern to me, but your blatant slander and mischievous actions cause me great grief. You say you protect all mali’fenn,  yet I have not heard a single peep from you until Akkar disowned all Tundraks who fled Fenn in its time of need. You care not for our people or Wyvrun, but rather your own self gain. You had all possibilities to return home, to ask of our well-being. Instead you call us ghosts and snow. 

Your own daughter was willing to come, to visit, to check up on us every now and again. But you can not?

You have attacked your own people within hospitals, caused countless fights, and been extremely reckless and unkind in the past. Once again you deceive others to fit the narrative you want, and I am now realizing you are unbelievably aggressive. Fenn does not need this in a time of its healing. Fenn does not need more unrest within its people. 

You may be asking yourself, Datura, how have you helped your own people? I came back. I stepped up. I finally stood up for myself and asked to be on the Grand Council. To help where I can. To help those on the Grand Council with whatever tasks they needed to be completed. And when I am not doing that I stay in my tavern. I talk to those who may need help or are worried or just want a bit of distraction. I introduce our culture to wanderers who come and visit the great land of Fenn.

Not all service has to be through bloodshed and violence as you so hold dear to your heart. We are a militaristic people, but in the end we are all just people. Soldiers or not, we can still love, laugh, and learn.
 

 

Datura Tathvir”

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In reply to Datura Tathvir.

 

“To the now councilor Datura Tathvir, 

You have outlined the reason I did not return in your letter. But I do not believe you have a true grasp of the situation. During that time, I had entered Tahu’lareh to reminisce within my home. Upon entry, I spotted a masked individual making his way into your very own bloodline manor. A manor which had been inhabited by my dearest Rhaella. You did not have children of your own, last we spoke. But I’m sure you can understand the true power, that is the feeling of love a maln has for his only daughter. Though it was not my jurisdiction in the eyes of the law, by the eyes of nature it was. I confronted this individual, seeing as he was only hours before turned away from Irrinor under similar suspicion. That is why the altercation occurred. I will not lie, I would do absolutely anything to ensure Rhaella’s safety. If that meant breaking laws that I myself wrote as High Justiciar, then so be it. What I had not anticipated, was having a militia of ‘ame whom I once saw as lliran attack me so abruptly under Aldred’s order. What I did not expect, was having my blood related nephew forego my rights as mali’fenn to a trial and having my chance to defend my actions to the ‘fenn stripped from me. What I did not expect, was having those who had served faithfully under my command enter my cell and mercilessly beat me under my nephew’s order. I did not expect those same two individuals to then use a warhammer, a weapon renown for it’s destructive blows to be used over, and over, and over, and over again on each and every limb. While I sat there and screamed for mercy, I was offered none. I was only left in a dark cell to die alone. That was when the very girl you make note of, my dearest daughter Rhaella discovered me in that very cell. And only through her help was I able to flee the city I had once held so dear. I was brought to the doorstep of Aegrothond on the brink of death and only through the careful work of the Sea Prince was my life spared. I still owe Feanor a life debt I could never repay. His kindness is at a level of it’s own and the serenity he keeps amongst the mali of Almenor is bar none a step above the rest. This is the reason I have stayed away. I bare a metal rod within my leg because of Aldred the unworthy, thus the painful memory never fades. I ask you this instead Datura, would you so easily return to a place if it had been you? So you see, the choice to return is not so simply black and white. There is distress and trauma you cannot understand. 

 

You are right on one account, I cannot claim to know all of Akkar’s actions and deeds throughout the span of his reign. The only basis I have is what I have been offered. And what I was offered is an equivalent to being spit on by the youngest iteration of my blood. Not once, but twice now. Salt rubbed into an open wound. So it is my sincere apology that I would not stay silent on such a subject matter. Not only this, I was recently visited by an old llir of mine. One who serves your Prince as we speak. She tells me that Akkar has labeled me a terrorist, but why? I have not spoken out in open defiance of his reign, I have not spoken out against my home, nor my kin. Why is it so, that he sees me in such a dark way? All the letters I have written, have been direct replies to those regarding myself. Ones in which this boy attempts to rip away my family name and spread misinformation. It is deplorable, to say the least. Despite this, I paid a visit to an old friend of mine. The Under King Utak Ireheart, who held skepticism about signing a pact with Akkar. And yet again from the King’s own words, my nephew belittled and demeaned my name. Even with all of this in mind, I still assured Utak I would take no action against Akkar or Fenn itself. Reassurance that a peace agreement between both nations would remain safe. I am not some demon, despite what is said about me. I am mali’fenn who walks the path Wyrvun has guided for me. If your worship reigns true, you would understand that hesin’fin is not a physical plot of land, but rather the spirit which resides in us all. As kin reborn from the madness of the World Altar. I leave you with this, Datura. May Wyrvun guide and preserve us all.”

 

Ito nae elannil’wyrvun

With regards,

Aesilnoth Tundrak.