To Farrador

[- Pastry 931]

((A letter is delivered safely to Farrador -- with copies for anyone who might want to read it -- by a particularly brave bird. Also I heard about this war ICly so don’t sue me kowaman))

 

TO FARRADOR

 

To the Order of the Orrir’Ullral [sic], to Farrador and most importantly to their leaders,

 

When confronting Azdromoth and his allies, please know that it does not include Haelun’or. It is absolutely not in the interest of the Silver State to march upon our fellow descendants. Naturally, the interests of Azdromoth should not be equated with the interests of the Mali’thill: the good Arch-Drakaar has not filed the proper paperwork nor sought out our stewards on the matter; he is not a citizen. However, like you (were, to my knowledge), we are pact-bound to the Titan, so I thank you for edifying us on what happens when one spurns him. Do keep us updated.

 

Once again, THIS MOST UNEQUIVOCALLY DOES NOT INCLUDE HAELUN’OR.

 

I wish you an absolutely splendid day,

Ikur Sullas, Maheral of Haelun’or

 

MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

[FlemishSupremacy 6115]

Elathion lets out a hearty chuckle.

[squakhawk 14040]

Anethra read the pamphlet in private and in no light for anyone to respond to her, with a light uncertainty to her mind.

 

Today, I believe marks something important. She thought-
After all, I suppose it makes sense. What he did. What we are to do.
Killing descendants – it is not a job for us. Not something we can do.
Everyone – Even those disgusting, reprehensible shades and paladins, deserves some reprimand.

Today, I suppose I will help. My cannons – My magic – My weapons.
Here I stand, my city upon my hill – Those below can grovel and weep.
Everyones, city of desire – ‘thill or not.

Lackluster minimality is not an objective of our kind. Nor our pearled city. I am wise to see Ikur – however corrupt some of his founding – is intelligent. Perhaps I never should have taken his presence for granted. I’ll pay him a visit, soon.

[Nen 347]

Eredael wondered why political disputes were solved with wars instead of snail races.

[MsLinni 829]

Aeron Valaker sat on a chair in the office of his house. He looks at the page for quiet some time. “Intresting, perhaps it will not be boring any longer.”

[someome 2053]

“T’ank **** m’ contracts are safe...wait paperwork? Fer a dragon?” Hareven mutters before bowling over laughing over the mental image

[- Pastry 931]

Ikur, who at that moment was enjoying a spectacular cup of black tea with just a splash of milk, looks over to Anethra. Under normal circumstances he would afford the Laurir Uradir the privacy she deserves, but after penning a letter for such a stressful occasion he found he needed some form of stress-relief. Breaking into the Uradir manor and drinking tea in their comfortable basement provided that sort of stress-outlet, so here he was. He mulls over what Anethra might have meant by “his founding”, but decides his curiosity did not outweigh his sense of self-preservation and does not deign to ask.

 

The Maheral continues reading the saucy Sutican rag he had surreptitiously ordered delivered. He silently snickers at the drama detailed within, careful not to alert she-who-owned-the-house.

[Johann 2498]

Muriel frowns as his dreams of legally exporting void-powered artillery are foiled with a single missive...

 

[Luciloo 2680]

An Archdruid bobs her head left and right for a moment, as her appreciation for bureaucracy briefly entertains the notion of an Archdrakaar filing paperwork and tax returns.

[StormBreaker0520 192]

Spoiler

 

 

Storm Elibar’acal would take a gander at the missive, raising a brow at the seemingly contradictory tone of the missive. He would snort, leaning back in his chair, casting an amused gaze out the window to the forests outside.

 

”I find it quite interesting how they choose to align themselves with a regime that is well known for attacking and slaughtering the innocent lives of descendants, yet they now claim that they do not intend on fighting their fellow descendants. Quite contradictory, if you ask me. The dogs choose to lie down and submit to the faux protection of the azdrazi, yet try and bark as if their voice has any significance. If you do not want to be associated with them and their crimes, then you shouldn’t have let them in and signed the pact in the first place.”

 

He would then turn his attention back to his desk, reaching for a quill and ink, and resuming his work

 

”Of course, arguing that a pact is not associating or allying with the azdrazi is a likely counterargument, but the semantics of the word are irrelevant. I have no doubt in my mind that the government has sworn fealty to Azdromoth. Actions speak louder than words, many times louder, and the actions of Haelun’or scream azdrazi. Or perhaps, azdrazi puppet. They will also likely claim that they had ‘no choice’ to deny the pact, but if that is the case, they have no more choice to deny any other demands of azdromoth, even should he ask them to march on and wage war with their descendants.”

 

”There’s no argument over the choice between peace and war. Yet they say there was only one way they could have peace and protection, and it was to surrender to the azdrazi. Admittedly, there’s a risk in any course you follow in that, but every lesson of history has taught the realm that the greater risk lies in appeasement. And that is the specter our well meaning ‘thill friends refuse to face. That their policy of accommodation is appeasement. And it gives no choice between safety and war, only between fight or surrender. If you continue to accommodate, continue to back and retreat, eventually you’ll have to face the final demand, the ultimatum, when they demand everything. And what then?”

 

“If you do that, then eventually all will become comfortable with the appeasement and expect you to surrender without a fight. And therein lies the road to war. Because those voices pleading for peace at any price do not speak for all of us. Most of us know, and yet do not believe, that life is so dear and peace so sweet as to be purchased at the cost of liberty, the price of chains and occupation.”

”Is the homeland really not worth dying for, in defense of? Is it not better to go down fighting, than to submit to others? If nothing in life is worth dying for, then what does the sacrifice, the martyr of Azorella, who died for Haelun’or, mean? Where does martyrdom begin? Just in the face of the inferi threat? Or should our past ancestors have simply accepted the fall of our previous realms? Should we have given up when the voidal tears threatened the peace of the entire realm? Should those continuing to fight the inferi have thrown down their weapons and refused to fight? Ne, the martyrs of history are not fools, our honored dead who have fought and died to protect their homeland and realm have not died in vain.”

“Where, then, is the road to peace? It’s a simple answer: You and I have the ability to stand up to our enemies and say that there is a price we will not pay, there is a point beyond which they must not advance. We have the ability to fight to the last stand, until the last drop of blood exits our veins. Even should we die in the fight, the enemy will grow to know the ferocity of our souls when we fight to protect that which we cherish and love.”

 

”It was the loss of their confidence in the Sillumir to protect them, it was the desperation and laziness to have someone else do their job for them, even turning to the azdrazi, that led to their own foolish actions. It was silly for them to ever think that their choices would not have consequences in due time. Now that they realize the gravity of their actions, it amuses me to see them attempting to squirm out of the grip of the azdrazi, like so many other nations that have casted out the dragon kin. Though, it is relieving to know that they are at least somewhat aware of the atrocities committed by those occupying their state.”

 

He would crumple up the missive, throwing it in a nearby trash bin, before returning his full attention to his work, and the dozing infant nearby

[rukio 8924]

53 minutes ago, StormBreaker0520 said:

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Storm Elibar’acal would take a gander at the missive, raising a brow at the seemingly contradictory tone of the missive. He would snort, leaning back in his chair, casting an amused gaze out the window to the forests outside.

 

”I find it quite interesting how they choose to align themselves with a regime that is well known for attacking and slaughtering the innocent lives of descendants, yet they now claim that they do not intend on fighting their fellow descendants. Quite contradictory, if you ask me. The dogs choose to lie down and submit to the faux protection of the azdrazi, yet try and bark as if their voice has any significance. If you do not want to be associated with them and their crimes, then you shouldn’t have let them in and signed the pact in the first place.”

 

He would then turn his attention back to his desk, reaching for a quill and ink, and resuming his work

 

”Of course, arguing that a pact is not associating or allying with the azdrazi is a likely counterargument, but the semantics of the word are irrelevant. I have no doubt in my mind that the government has sworn fealty to Azdromoth. Actions speak louder than words, many times louder, and the actions of Haelun’or scream azdrazi. Or perhaps, azdrazi puppet. They will also likely claim that they had ‘no choice’ to deny the pact, but if that is the case, they have no more choice to deny any other demands of azdromoth, even should he ask them to march on and wage war with their descendants.”

 

”There’s no argument over the choice between peace and war. Yet they say there was only one way they could have peace and protection, and it was to surrender to the azdrazi. Admittedly, there’s a risk in any course you follow in that, but every lesson of history has taught the realm that the greater risk lies in appeasement. And that is the specter our well meaning ‘thill friends refuse to face. That their policy of accommodation is appeasement. And it gives no choice between safety and war, only between fight or surrender. If you continue to accommodate, continue to back and retreat, eventually you’ll have to face the final demand, the ultimatum, when they demand everything. And what then?”

 

“If you do that, then eventually all will become comfortable with the appeasement and expect you to surrender without a fight. And therein lies the road to war. Because those voices pleading for peace at any price do not speak for all of us. Most of us know, and yet do not believe, that life is so dear and peace so sweet as to be purchased at the cost of liberty, the price of chains and occupation.”

”Is the homeland really not worth dying for, in defense of? Is it not better to go down fighting, than to submit to others? If nothing in life is worth dying for, then what does the sacrifice, the martyr of Azorella, who died for Haelun’or, mean? Where does martyrdom begin? Just in the face of the inferi threat? Or should our past ancestors have simply accepted the fall of our previous realms? Should we have given up when the voidal tears threatened the peace of the entire realm? Should those continuing to fight the inferi have thrown down their weapons and refused to fight? Ne, the martyrs of history are not fools, our honored dead who have fought and died to protect their homeland and realm have not died in vain.”

“Where, then, is the road to peace? It’s a simple answer: You and I have the ability to stand up to our enemies and say that there is a price we will not pay, there is a point beyond which they must not advance. We have the ability to fight to the last stand, until the last drop of blood exits our veins. Even should we die in the fight, the enemy will grow to know the ferocity of our souls when we fight to protect that which we cherish and love.”

 

”It was the loss of their confidence in the Sillumir to protect them, it was the desperation and laziness to have someone else do their job for them, even turning to the azdrazi, that led to their own foolish actions. It was silly for them to ever think that their choices would not have consequences in due time. Now that they realize the gravity of their actions, it amuses me to see them attempting to squirm out of the grip of the azdrazi, like so many other nations that have casted out the dragon kin. Though, it is relieving to know that they are at least somewhat aware of the atrocities committed by those occupying their state.”

 

He would crumple up the missive, throwing it in a nearby trash bin, before returning his full attention to his work, and the dozing infant nearby

“Hey, don’t forget to come up for air from time to time.” Alice Laurir’ante would state from her favorite resting spot in Haelun’or as the soliloquy never ends. 

[StormBreaker0520 192]

3 minutes ago, rukio said:

“Hey, don’t forget to come up for air from time to time.” Alice Laurir’ante would state from her favorite resting spot in Haelun’or as the soliloquy never ends. 

”At least I have air, rather than being trapped in the suffocating atmosphere of azdrazi occupation. Seems hypocritical to remind myself when you’re still sucking in the azdrazi mouth feed.” the ‘aheral responds in kind, once more dipping his quill to continue writing

[- Pastry 931]

Ikur Sullas, Maheral and river unto his people, hands Storm a juice box with a paternal – if pitying – smile.

[rukio 8924]

2 minutes ago, StormBreaker0520 said:

”At least I have air, rather than being trapped in the suffocating atmosphere of azdrazi occupation. Seems hypocritical to remind myself when you’re still sucking in the azdrazi mouth feed.” the ‘aheral responds in kind, once more dipping his quill to continue writing

“I’ll have you know I suck at nothing but retorts!” With that, Alice would depart.

[StormBreaker0520 192]

6 minutes ago, Magicpastry said:

Ikur Sullas, Maheral and river unto his people, hands Storm a juice box with a paternal – if pitying – smile.

”Why would I want something your azdrazi overlord gave to you? Sorry, but I don’t drink the juice of ignorance, as well, my well-meaning llir.” He queries, tossing the juice box in a nearby waste bin, as even his infant drinks the juice of freedom