excited 10833 Popular Post Share Posted March 18, 2021 END OF THE SMALL WAR IN THE NORTH - VULEN'S RETRIBUTION 10th of Malin’s Welcome, Year 16 SA After three long years of conflict within the woods of Amaethon between the Chirran, Krugmar, Haelun’or and the Princedom of Amaethon victory has been claimed on the Elvenessi Peninsula. The Sohaer’s terms have been met, and my own terms have been met, and the Rex's terms have been met. It has been three-years of crass bloodshed, three-years of us living in your woods. Far from home, far from our loved ones, fighting for one man. Vulen Calithil, my son, and may he rest easy in Malchaediel’s halls for the disservice that was done to him. May the hallowed Aengul call upon him again for his just service even now as his body has been committed to the halls of our ancestors in the tomb of Camlannen. My heir, my prodigy, my boy. The blood toll from the murderer has been exacted, the apology we have been given shall suffice to afford you the luxury of us leaving your lands as victorious crusaders - no more bloodshed shall befall the fair people of Elvenesse so long as the murderer does not regain his eyes, and the Rex is granted his fair due. Let this be a reminder that law and order persists in all scenarios. Had the young man not been surrendered to us, you would have fought a war to defend his murder - to sanctify the malpractice and misdeeds of those who would have this land descend into anarchy and run amuck murdering all those who have other beliefs, leanings, and teachings. It is by the grace and mercy of the August King Malin that this elf does yet live and breathe another day in pain rather than be ended to go and meet his maker in soul-sleep ‘til the King returns to us from wherever he might be. Should this happen again, we shall not be so forgiving. We trust now that the Crown of Elvenesse understands that crimes have punishments and justice ought not ever be abridged. Now let the people of the Alders and Elvenesse rejoice that justice has been claimed. So ends hostility, so begins a renewed sense of care afforded for our fellow Elves rather than the short-lived ambition, low-cunning and evil that has birthed many kinstrifes. I endeavor only for justice, from now until my last breath, and I encourage that all others seek the same. Signed, Kairn Calithil 56 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tainted_ace 133 Share Posted March 18, 2021 Ban Estrosa would laugh, as he set down a sack filled with wood elven ears"Things were just getting fun" 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MikoMonster 1393 Share Posted March 18, 2021 Lylianth Ithelanen situated her plated armor upon its stand, sighing lightly in her painfully quiet chambers. Her days of anger-fueled bloodshed were over, it seemed - at least for now. Her Other had been avenged, after all, and his murderer had suffered at her hands. 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Valannor 6345 Share Posted March 18, 2021 Within the frozen north, then, would an 'Ame glance upon such missive; for as one death was avenged, another was committed. Though set upon by the ravages of sorrow and rage, she would remember of a dearest friend, widowed and given her peace at long last. That night, an azure candle would be extinguished, a pale white candle instead replacing it upon her nightstand. It was in the nature of Mali to remember; even more, it was in their nature to grieve those they had loved, and those who were claimed far earlier than they should have been. Perhaps she would send her friend a letter, in due time. But for now, she grieved. Spoiler @MikoMonster 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sorcerio 4595 Share Posted March 18, 2021 Sodden scripts are sent at once to the throne of Kairn, pleading a certain request. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
AnonymousAlexa 3877 Share Posted March 18, 2021 "He will never be avenged," mused Andria to herself as she held a crumpled up copy of Vulen's Accord in her palm. "Not until the Red Coyote is dead." 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Altered 77 Share Posted March 18, 2021 "What a shame." The snow elf shrugged. "Haelun'or, a band of degenerates hiding be hiding in their silver walls. No honor in their people or glory in their nation, just a nation of believers in a faulty system." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
excited 10833 Author Share Posted March 18, 2021 (That pic's a meme photo don't worry he's not really on fire.) Kairn returned to the native rolling hills of Keep Camlannen, his lips moving into a grim grin. Behind him his horsemen took their steeds back to the fenced off enclosed shelter of the stables. He inhaled the crisp air, before he steadied the reins and relaxed once again. If such misdeeds were to happen again, he was certain no amount of diplomacy would mitigate his wrath. He bit from an apple from his orchard, his lands bountiful and true. The horse galloped along now slowly as he gripped the reins with one hand, a small petite womanly figure sitting on the steed behind him gripping his waist. "Home at last." 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TwilightWolf 883 Share Posted March 18, 2021 Aerendyl shakes his head as he reads the missive, remembering clearly the day that Vulen resisted a simple arrest and doomed his own fate. "The council almost deserves this shameful defeat, for lacking a spine. The Sea Turtle will swallow the Crown." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xx_BloodStalk_xX 2120 Share Posted March 19, 2021 The Dark Lord was kneeling. A rare sight. Before him stood a pile of ash, perhaps the remnants of some bonfire. That man remembered the rhythm of his flickering pyre, the soft trails of the wisps of smoke, and the smell of a burning corpse. It was anger that blinded him to commit the act of violence, a broken creed upon his clan. To not directly involve himself with such a matter, he went straight to the source to beg for forgiveness - and to grieve. His hands remained clasped together in a sort of prayer, any prayer, for him. Soon, his hands trailed down to rest upon his sides, those verdant eyes covered with a thin layer of mist. Pursing his lips, he glanced up at the sky, wondering if that man was there to hear him. And so, with no one there to listen, he began to speak; "When the two of us had met you, I'm sure that neither of us knew that he would become your patron. He talked to you with a gleam in his eye, and you helped revitalize his birthright- so, I'm certain he was forever grateful to you after that point. I've offered all that I can to you, so take care of him, Malchadiael. Allow him to find glory in his next life until he's finally reunited with his beloved."Dark Dael then inhaled through his nostrils, finding his one and only prayer now concluded as he rose to a stand. His hands loosely fell limp at his sides, taking a moment before finally releasing his gaze from the horizon - and he walked, back to the darkness. There was still much more work to do. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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