DEMAND FOR RECOMPENSE

[Werew0lf 24180]

DEMAND FOR RECOMPENSE

 

12th of the Amber Cold, 1793.

 

 

 

The union of Aegrothond-Siramenor, or Elvenesse colloquially, was once regarded as a great thing by our people. The homeland of all elves, a place to live in unity, peace, and fraternity. Until their crimes stained the roads black with blood. A village intended for peaceful and nomadic people to settle down after the Fall of Irrinor and the abdication of the High Prince Lyemar Aureon. However, this does not abstain the dual-state from their grave crimes against us. Time and time again we have outstretched our hand and offered peace; but not unlike a sore temptress in a brothel, the elves cling instead to their flagrant denial of any wrongdoing. So for the sake of clarity, we bring forth your crimes so that you may offer us penance for your libel, murders, and barbarity. 

 

Grievances: 

+ The slaughter of Abelas Caerme’onn, the King of the Dominion of Malin, who was slain by Atandt Irongrinder and Belestram Sylvaeri in a grievous act of regicide and kinslaying. Shortly thereafter, not even a century later you turn upon your own allies the Irehearts and refuse them the lives of their kin. In an act of barbarity, your own vassal cuts the dwarf Urist ireheart’s beard off and then guts him without trial.

+ When brought before a jury to decide whether or not there was wrongdoing, you rig the proceedings to allow Laetranis, the murderer, to live on unpenalized for this grievance against the Dwarven People.

+ The Siramenorites, as the true ruler of the Aegrothondi Nation, propagated libel insisting that the Azdrazi are servants of the Fallen Daemon Iblees. This is unsubstantiated by fact and spits in the face of the creeds of our hallowed order. In the midst of conflict against the otherworldly Inferi from the High Hells, you propagated this information and attempted to get the Firewatch Alliance to turn on us and do your dirty work. 

+ The Siramenorites, the true rulers of the Aegrothondi Nation, after purporting this libel attempted to collude with the piastdom of Farrador to assault wayward Azdrazi as influenced by their racial hatred. Farrador promised to deport their Paladins of Xan, and then reneged this agreement to instead work with them and plot against the Black Titan. 

In the past, one Abelas Caerme’onn II threatened Eluitholnear in the city of Aldemar, and attempted to challenge him to a duel. In response, Eluitholnear subjugated him with nery a scratch. An unprovoked attack made by the leader of the Siramenori militia against Eluitholnear. 

+ Elradir, a Herald of Eluitholnear, was assaulted and beset by foes in Siramenor when asking for water during a day of hardy travel on the roads near Sutica. In a cowardly act, they all ganged up on him and slew him. For this, we shall claim all you who walk down those roads again, and our retribution shall ring through your empty halls in the form of deafening silence. For every one of ours you slay; however few, we shall claim twenty of yours. 

+ In your act of smearing our hallowed Order and all that it entails you have enraged not only the primeval Black Titan to whom we owe our birthright; but you have evoked the ire of Thrictonoparic the Conqueror and his sworn brother Eluithonear the Inquisitor-Eternal of the Draconic Court. It is to our knowledge that when your people lose limbs you replace them with stone or wood. This pleases us for now we shall ensure that each and every one of you must find four replacements for your soon-to-be severed arms and legs. 

+ For the enslavement of the Siramenorian people and the persistence of your Royarchy in silencing opposition: in silencing contesting religions, in promoting barbarity and going against the common good, we shall offer the Elven Clans a simple message: You will apologize if you have wronged us or you will forfeit your weapons outright and refuse the call to fight. To those of House Sylvaeri, we shall hound you to the ends of the earth, the Line of Five shall end now. The Seven Songs shall sing again. Time for us is lengthy still, but to avoid the harsh realities of war you must now hide behind your walls. And should you ever step outside of your gnarled grotto, the cage of your ambition that has left you bereft of laurels and morals, we shall be waiting to cleave you in twine like the rabid beasts you are.

 

To our brothers and sisters throughout this world who are wronged. To the Irehearts, to all who seek to take up arms. There is no time greater than now. Avenge your brothers and sisters, and let us bring freedom, peace and fraternity to this realm henceforth. We shall sever the head of the snake together should recompense offered not be to our liking. Six of us killed twenty-five of you proud elvish warriors. As you tary in your keeps, in your fields, and on the roads six of us shall kill you still. Our army grows, do not tarry -- to us shall go the laurels of victory, the wrongs of the past shall be righted.

 

Signed,

 

The Hanged Man

Thrictonoparic

Mitnedronilr

Eluithonear

Ithirnaktar

Gudour

 

[PCSwift 1422]

Maengol Lennox ponders to himself for a few moments at this sudden declaration. He finally decides to fight against Aegrothond, and begins to seek employment under one of the many signers of this.

 

[Strife 266]

A hero of the war against the inferi, a grand herald of the First Father, heeds the call of war. For their slights against not only his liege, but his life-long comrades, he would too seek retribution against the barbarians of Elvenesse! "It is time. Let us strike fear into these slanderous murderers, and bring glory to the Titan." With worn blade in hand, he began to make the necessary preparations for battle.

[FlemishSupremacy 6115]

Elathion gears up once more, plating himself in his trusty armor and strapping on his weaponbelt. A sword in its sheath, and axe in its holder, as they should be. 

 

He bids his family goodbye and heads for the stable, not long after finding himself on the road to join his comerades.

[fluffycop 293]

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[Cepheid 4304]

Ithirnaktar would cast her serpentine gaze upon the demand for recompense, giving a curt nod in approval. She’d then lean back against the couch of her den and propelled a torrent of dragonsflame towards the ceiling where a sketch of a member of the House of Sylvaeri would be pinned, burning such to a crisp.

[helldiving 5793]

Mitnedronilnr sat within the crevices of hot magma and soot, exhuming ash from the depths of the volcanic waste; the Firelands remained evergrowing and persistent, and now drummed with warfare and bloodshed. The dragonkin leered in disgust, calling out towards the many brothers to his front: Eluitholnear, Thrictinoparic and Lath(bin)laden.

 

“They must pick their penance wisely, or they shall die.” He commented plainly, a stream of smoke escaping his scaled-nostrils.

[Mickaelhz 4300]

"I promise.. don't get too excited yet... it's only just starting!" Big Tony smiled out, unable to contain his excitement.

[Elite Snipes 3563]

Bakir Ireheart Smiles widely. Sharpening his axe placing it upon his back setting out to retrieve the head of Laetranis.

[Orlanth 4667]

Diome Indoren draws his sword, weighing it in his hand. "An interesting development..."  He tosses the blade from hand to hand, considering it's position as though he were considering two options. "Perhaps it's finally time for what I have long thought of to come to pass."

[kipps 726]

Fahad observes from the outskirts of the hangman fortress, being one of the many in the upper hierarchy of the broken order. He turns to his draconic friend, quirking a brow. Brandishing a longsword forged of steel - he'd point it out towards Eluitholnear. "My friend, you look weird, but I'll fight with you against wood elves. They look much weirder." He commented.

[Cordial__ 230]

"Ok." says Dwalin after reading this.

[Cheezzy_Garlik 540]

Aghuid Ireheard pulls off his necklace decorated with ears of all elves, but most prominently, wood elf ears, he dips them into a pot of boiling water, in his approximation to try and make elgi soup like his granpa Utak likes to eat "Hrm oi wondeh ef baker well let meh 'ave 'eatraneses bones fer t'es soup."

[Chase 3793]

A black veteran of yore regards the missive of people claiming heritage within the Dominion without heritage within the Dominion with a cocked brow.

[markuhz 121]

The Protector of Flames - forged by one mighty and old - steps into the cavern. Covered in a fury of flames, the construct gestures towards his draconic imperi, crackles of embers pooling out from his pauldron. "We - kill - siramenor? Alrighty!" He bellowed out in joy, brandishing a cold-iron longsword into the air - prepared to fight against the scum of Aegrethond.