A Woodland Fiction

[Twinny 1622]

A Woodland Fiction

 

(“Sutica eternal, for freedom, and prosperity.”)

 

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On this day, 13th of The Deep Cold, Year 23 of the Second age:

 

With The Refusal to meet the reparations set by the trade state, and in stead turning to throwing the actions of their own officials of the State, the Trade State of Sutica writes this formal response to the Woodland Dwellers regarding their recent attempts to avoid and or withdraw from a conflict that they have begun, without seeking to pay reparations to the trade state as was demanded in the initial 'Breach of Neutrality' issued by the government.

 

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We, the Sutican Trade State, have in no means attempted to withhold the idea of a diplomatic solution between two nations, as is common for her government and officials to do. It is the personal actions of the Elvenessi crown and officials that have accelerated these issues to the state they are in at present. Your failings and fictional claims are a result of the following, and a lack of payment for the reparations we asked for to pardon the breach made by the leadership of Elvenesse. The truth on this matter is;
 

Instead of reaching out diplomatically to the Trade State, the Woodland dwellers organized a rather ill-trained raid upon the capital to forcefully extradite the innocent and grieving man ‘Markir Arilathen’. You speak of circumventing diplomacy yet fail to note in your formal response this strong fact that, ultimately, tipped the State over the edge, on to this path.
 

Instead of allowing Markir Arilathen to conduct his private investigation on Elvenessi soil without intent to do harm to citizenry and individuals, you shield these murderers and criminals by arresting the one man who is capable of dealing with such heinous crimes non-violently.
 

Instead, you claim that the action of one does not represent the nation of many. This is why the reparations have been pressed onto the crown and not her people. Your request for a diplomatic solution is henceforth denied, as we can no longer hold trust around Elvenessi officials to conduct formal and proper dealings with the State without attempting to draw blades, do harm or deceive both leadership and the people.

 

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The Crown of Elvenesse has 1 year’s worth of time, from this date onward to pay the reparations sought after by the Trade Monarch and the government of The Trade State, or more serious action will have been forced to be made to gain them. They continue to be as listed on the bottom of this response:

 

• 2500 mina to the Sutican Crown.
• 1500 mina to the Family affected as compensation.
• 640 pounds of Ferrum (10 Stacks of Ferrum.)
• The Crown of Elvenesse will issue a formal apology to the Federation’s leadership, and an in person apology to the family members affected by this needless, unprovoked killing.
• 10 Full suits of Ferrum armour for compensation to the guardsmen and women that fought off the Elvenessi, along with Ten Longswords and Ten Crossbows, with a full quiver of bolts per crossbow.

 

 

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Signed,

Trade Monarch of Sutica

Minister of Defense

Minister of Coin & People

 

[__Clocky 770]

"Zheeezh, dah twiggiez goytta puyt ah bandayid un dat wouynd." Bugharz'Grat the Orc remarked.

[Valannor 6405]

A particular mutt of Ebrietael persuasion would scoff upon regarding the missive, filing it away for its master's collection. 

 

"Mortal squabbling..."

[Asutto 2452]

"Stop or I'll say stop again" Mocked an armored Arwen Kina upon reading over the Sutican demands.

[chezel_ 264]

Seraphite sighs as she gets to the end of the missive, furrowing her brow and crumpling the paper, standing up and making her way to the fire. "Sutica Eternal," She murmurs, tossing the paper into the fire, watching the flame curl around the paper, a small smirk playing at her lips.

 

"Soon to be fleeting." She remarks, turning from the flame and making her way up the stairs, the crackle from the fire calming her, a noise reminding her of what she left behind.

[would not know 799]

The history and actions previously here have been lost to time; unless another recorded their story.

[PixlHoopa 177]

Mildred scans over the paper, sighing. "Golly, I wonder why this is happening." She gave a glance to the dormant Atronach, shaking her head. "Don't worry, Terebellum. This is just an advertisement for drugs." Immediately, Mildred tore up the paper before tossing the scraps outside, letting them fly away in the wind.