To Disown an Owl

[FenHarel 536]

To Disown an Owl
[!] A missive would be posted upon the bulletin board of Laureh’thilln, with copies sent to members of the Elibar’acal Talonnii as well as Storm directly.

5th of The Amber Cold, 1785

                Hello family and lliran,
       I, Laurir Daerine Elibar’acal, have been made aware of the actions of one Storm Elibar’acal in the village of Siramenor. Many witnesses have stated that he is intending to marry a mali’ame and has already had one child with her. Let it be known that this ‘ata is no longer considered a member of my Talonnii. If you read this, Storm, know that you have absolutely no claim on the name nor the Talonnii. Should you ever choose to return to Laureh’thilln to pursue becoming ‘thill once more, you will not have a place with us.
       The mali’ata known as ‘Storm Elibar’acal’ is formally disowned from the Elibar’acal Talonnii.
                Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya,

Laurir of Elibar’acal

[Samler 1566]

Seth Calith, frowning as he read a poster before sighing deeply. “Took them long enough. And yet, not for his monstrous behavior..” He grumbled to himself

[Demented_Delila 1248]

Dele lights her pipe as she settled in her chair, feet up on the desk as she reviews the missive. She maintains a bored expression, blowing smoke rings, before crumpling it up and tossing it. “He’s been dead to this city for years, don’t know why he decided to keep the name.”

[StormBreaker0520 192]

Storm Elibar’acal would wake up from his slumber that day, a scowl upon his face. He would sniff the air, his brows knitting together ”Mmm, the stench smells familiar. I’ve smelled it before...” He comments, continuing to sniff around. He knew a familiar scent when he smelled one, and after a moment, the realization came to the weary elf ”Ah, that’s right! The stench of despotism and lust for power.” He comments wryly, before walking out to find the missive in his mailbox. Upon reading it, he would let out a hearty laugh, continuing such for a moment. His face would turn cherry red as the amusement from the missive continued to push him into a fit of laughter. As it eventually subsided, he would crumple up the missive, cackling loudly ”I knew I recognized it. Funny, that an impure mage seeks to accuse me, when they are just as bad. Ah, the art of being a hypocrite.” He hums, before sitting at his desk, removing a quill and some parchment, and beginning to write a response of his own

[Latelle 721]

Camilla reads the missive. ”Hm. Out of all the people I’d expect to be an ’ata.”

[Mady 3771]

Maeve Elibar’acal would set down the missive with a sigh, wiping away her tear stained cheeks. ”My dear mal’maronn what have you done now?” She mumbled to herself, standing up to go brew a cup of Buttermint tea.

[ShadyMixtape 31]

Ivoriel Elibar’acal quietly read the letter to herself in her bedroom alone at night. Another night alone, like always. A cup of tea long gone cold sits by her, having become her companion for these sleepless nights of worry and sickness. As the letter’s words registered in her mind she sighed, crumpling the letter and tossing it to the other end of the now defunct Matriarch room. “Mal’maronn...” She said, shaking her head and sighing. “I thought you’d be better than this.” She looked over to her bedside table, a picture of her family proud on it, however Ata’s presence causes her to scowl a little, so she carefully sits the picture down against the surface.

[Kalehart 1096]

In his office, an Okarir reviews the missive with one brow held aloft, lips set in a thin line as he ponders the contents. With a deflating sigh and a loose shrug, the item is cast aside amongst various other loose papers. “Ir zklaen tir svabol dronilnric astahi martivir, si charis jaci ui saeetha mrith nomeno z'ar tobor,” comes his grating muse in a sharp draconic tongue, the mali daring not to speak his thoughts in a manner which might be understood. Sparing one last glance towards the missive, he mutters under his breath, “Do not look back, regret is an enemy that consumes.”

[Qaz_The_Great 1394]

“Ye’ lot ‘ave kids?” the man questions after he ‘accidentally’ slung a messenger bird out of the sky for a quick snack in the cold Northern forest.

[Malaise 1570]

Keledan held the missive aloft in his right hand, reading its contents with narrowed eyes. His lips creased into a wry smirk as he learned of the elf’s exile from the Elibar’acal family. In returning the parchment to the missive board, he muttered a low prayer, begging for Haelun’or’s continued preservation.

[Treshure 5818]

An elder Elibar’acal stirs in an old forest, having heard of passing rumors that kindred of his still lived. He ponders.

[osumanduas 1442]

 

TO PISS ON A TREE

 

Glaedr of the Pale stood before the gates of an elven city which name escaped him, relieving himself on the quartz wall out in the open as he pondered in thought as any man of sound mind might, on why every declaration that his kind made began with aggressively simple action and ended with an equally pointless non sequitur.