WEEDING OUT THE WEAK

[Elite Snipes 3563]

Weeding out the weak.
 

 

Spoiler

 

 

[!] A simple letter  was sent around the realm of Arcas.

 

A stone wall, a dead end. You cannot bring peace to those who wish to fight.

After the destruction of Korvassa, the Irehearts decided it was time for a more friendly way to go about the trials, one that was less lethal in order for us not to form any sort of barrier between the Arcas population and survival. For this reason Utak Ireheart, an elder of the clan, brought a beardling onto wood elven territory with one simple task, finding an elf to have a friendly duel with. When the first elf was approached, a horde of weaponized elves stormed at us like little ants, only to realize the Irehearts meant no harm. The 2 groups, Irehearts and elves, sat down and had a bunch of friendly duels, helping each other up with a smile once the duels were concluded. One might think it was settled then, the elves and the dwarves could finally work together against the Khrovadic invasion.

 

By Yemekar’s beard, if it was only that simple.

 

Our elders used to tell us  : “Trusting an elf is the first step on the staircase to death!”. 

We lived by this statement for generations upon generations of dwarves, centuries if you will.

But for this one occasion, we turned our backs towards their advice, neglect it completely.

this is why the elves will form nothing more but a simple pebble on the rocky road towards glory, for they have wronged us… again.

 

A blooded Ireheart wandered in the elven forests, not a slither of hate or distrust in his eyes. The dwarf idly sat close to a tree. He blinked once, not twice, and suddenly he was surrounded by a pack of elves, weapons on their waist. One must not have a massive beard to know what was going to happen. They cornered him, insulted him, took the dwarven beard and ultimately sent him to Dungrimm. A true act of dishonor after the great warrior clan decided to halt any and all hostilities towards the elven kind during the demonic invasion.

 

We took this issue up with our King, a great friend of the Sea Prince, he gave the elves a simple ultimatum.. one that if the demands were met, would allow the 2 peoples to continue on a path of collaboration. 

 

“Hand over the body and the murderers of Urist Ireheart, or enjoy more company of Kjellos’ kind.”

 

Ofcourse, the elves seemed to enjoy the company of the Irehearts, as seen from their numerous complaints and endless whining, this is why they decided not to meet the dwarven monarch’s demands. We offer your kind a second solution, meet us on the field to hand Laetranis the murder over , or meet us with sharpened swords to face our kind like men.

 

A true test of honor or cowardice, for the elves of Siramenor. A solution that leads to no war, so our peoples can focus on Khrovad’s spawn once more.

OOC: Contact me in discord at Elite Snipes#3582 to talk about a time and place. 

 

 

 

[Mickaelhz 4300]

“If dey cud corner a single one o’ ours n’ kill dehm, dey’ll prolly ‘ave da confidence tuuh ‘ave a real foig’t, aye?” Utak Ireheart asked his clanmates, followed by a rather crap impression of cricket noises.

[JokerLow 1317]

Uldraek Goldhand would hear the sad news about his allies. The dwarf would soon send word to his fellow Goldhands, to fulfill an order towards the Irehearts “Gib an ire’eart iron ‘nd ‘e s’all turn et entu an axe.” he’d say to himself, starting to arm Goldhands in case of their need to help Irehearts on the field “Mae’ Urist foind ‘is peace wif’ ‘is ancestors en Dungrimm’s ‘alls.”

[Pancakehz 2279]

“Belestram wos the onleh good elf.” grumbled Gror as he sharpened his beard and combed his axe. “Spent tu long bein’ yer friend yeh t’ought yeh could walk all oveh us.”

[Reece Nolan 996]

     A somber wind blows across the sea separating Korvassa from the mainland. On this wind is carried a single flake of ash that was once doomed to roll in the dunes of the land lost to the Infernis. This flake gently wafted down to Siramenor’s gate and joined the dirt of the path leading up to a gathered crowd of wood elves reading over the letter. Although they could not share in this flake’s tragedy, the wind understood who’s ashes it would soon be carrying next.

[Unwillingly 18108]

“Only when do the dwarven brigands leave our roads clean and free of theft and banditry, will I feel pity for what happened to the dwarf. I want whats best for the people, though the death of a mere associate of these rats is not what I intended... Perhaps I’ll mail Laetranis’ head myself, for bringing such troubles to our sacred forests.” spoke Eir’thall, a sourness creeping about his face before he crumbled up the letter and tossed it away. 

[Chase 3793]

”Dwarves don’t belong amongst Mali’. Lest it turns to acts of snakery and treason.” Comments a particularly jaded veteran of days past, recalling the atrocities commit by one Atandt Irongrinder, enacted the scheming fiend, namely Belestram Sylvaeri.

[Masouri 2735]

“T’e wood elgi will pay fer wot t’ey did tu meh kin.” He’d walk back into the clan hall, gripping his axe and shouting to his fellow clansmen “Weh got sum more ears tu take lads!”

[Andustar 4143]

“For someone who claims to harbour a particular distaste for whiners, you’re seemingly quite the petulant diplomat.” 
Olórin Telemnar remarked, subsequently tossing the parchment into the fire.   

[Jow__ 40]

“It comes as no surprise that the Irehearts, blinded by their deceit and impulsive belligerence, would create a false narrative that portrays them as innocent pursuers of peace with respect to Elven-kind,” He commented wryly to his fellow council members. His stoic gaze rose from the letter to those nearby as he continued. “As I recall, these same dwarves cornered one of our own in broad daylight and robbed him of his ears, not to mention the countless other occasions they’ve slaughtered and wronged our people, even against the admonishment of the Urguan crown. Yet, they have the audacity to act as if we’ve committed a crime surpassing all their own. Fools, truly. A tighter leash is needed to keep this beast at bay.” He finished, nonchalantly passing the letter aside with a faint exhale.  

[Skraag 69]

“Az much az me dezpizehz da Bear Grub Laetraniz..azh nuub’hozh Albai amongzt many hozh Albai iz better than maneh cowardly Ireheartz.” The H’orc tossed the letter back to the wind as he made his way to a Clan Meet, reminiscing fondly over the memory of Artimec’s spawn getting mauled. 

[Treshure 5817]

“I’m not sure what’s happening, but I’m always open to duel my former apprentice,” proclaims Valkorion Ithelanen.

[Orlanth 4667]

Diomé Indoren reads over the message and recalls as his friend, Ailmar, was slandered by other subsidiaries of Aegrothond and the kingdom’s threats against the Renelian people. ”Hmm, perhaps I have misjudged the dweds.” He says as he crumples the note and tosses it into a fire. ”It’s time to settle and old debt.” 

[NotEvilAtAll 10906]

Dandelion Greenholm would passingly notice all the commotion nearby in Aegrothond.

"Hrm, tha's strange. Didn’ know tha’ bigguns s’ill figh’ each other even wif the Demons an’ wha’ naw”

She’d shrug, and continue farming the fields.

 

[AstriaS 4988]

Velsyni Indoren pursed her lips in thought. She was, for once, torn. “On the one hand, it seems a bit absurd to fight each other in the middle of all this demon business. But, these are the same ones my cousin had troubles with.” She closed her eyes and looked towards the ground as she considered. Then, after a long moment, she gave a singular nod. “Ah hell, who cares? I’m just going to go back to making money. Not my problem.” With her moral dilemma out of the way, she began hanging some new advertisements around Morsgrad for prosthetic ear tips.