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[!] The following missive would be sent by way of goblin courier to all the lands of Almaris, with particular care taken in one copy by hawk to the city of Elvenesse. The message itself is written in a large but precise scrawl of Orcish script upon dense parchment, and sealed by the wax stamp of a Skaddernak emblem. [!]

 

THE PRICE OF PEACE

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To the Crown of Elvenesse and all other peoples of Almaris.

 

Recently Kor’garr received a private correspondence from the Crown of Elvenesse, one referring to the honor and mercy of Krug-Kind despite being met with insult and condemnation. One explaining that those who delivered such insults are no longer citizens of their nation, having fled in the dark like cowards fearful of their due consequences. One message claiming that past actions and conflict over the course of years have come to their natural end. Finally, one single message issuing terms for there to be peace between Krugmar and those of the Crown.

 

 The sons and daughters of Krug see no need to make deals hidden behind closed doors; our might and strength judge such attempts at subterfuge laughable. Thus, Kor’garr has issued this response for all to peep, where no trickery or deceit will take the place of honor and truth. This message bares no insult. This message does not make scapegoats of those who would never hear the challenge to their valor. 

 

For years, the people of Elvenesse have been cut down by our forces, a price paid in blood for the slights against Rex Zhot’Rax in both life and death, the same slights that continued throughout the reign of Rex-Dominus Bazur. A worthy payment for those foolish actions, and one that Krugmar agrees can remain in the passages of history.

 

Lat fail to understand, however, the cost of this peace lat so desire. The terms your kind absently toss around fail to recognise their own foolishness. What Rex would I be, to deny my kin an outlet for their curse of Bloodlust without claiming the proper tribute? Peace is a hated word amongst our people, for peace begins to boil in our blood, cloud our vision and gnaw away at our very minds. Each passing day without battle strains upon Kor’garr’s soul, and all descendants of Krug feel the same.

 

While you send your terms in the dead of night, Kor’garr will announce his own for all to hear. You wish to know the price of peace? Then know, and understand what it shall cost.

 

Azh. The states of Krugmar and Elvenesse will declare a truce and sign a Non-Aggression Pact with one another.
I . Elvenesse will lift the banishment of all Krug-kind
II . The Rexdom of Krugmar will cease all attacks upon Elvenesse

 

Dub. A skirmish between Elvenesse and Krugmar will be organized once per Cactus/Elven Month
    I . The victor shall claim all spoils obtained during the conflict.
    II . The defeated side shall choose the next skirmish’s location.

 

Gakh. A tribute of Azhkint H’ty (CL, or 150) Minas shall be given to Krugmar by Elvenesse each Cactus/Elven week there is no skirmish organized.

 

Futh. A shrine honoring the spirit of Ankrus shall be constructed by Krugmar within the Hinterlands, upon land no smaller than Azhty (X) paces by Azhty paces.

 

H’. A granting of permissions for all members of Krugmar to access the mines of Elvenesse without exception.

 

H’azh. The gifting of dub (II) personal druid staves or weapons of Elvenesse Royalty to the Rexdom of Krugmar, for leadership to use however they wish.

 

These terms are the price of your precious peace. Kor’garr expects to hear a reply from the Crown of Elvenesse within Gahk(III) Cactus/Elven days. Upon acceptance the terms will be fulfilled before the Sun’s Smile of the Gahk'ty Azhth (XXXI) year of the Second Age, or all obligations of Krugmar towards the Crown of Elvenesse will be rendered void.

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For Blood and Honor,
Kor’garr, Rex of Krugmar

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Edited by Mannamannaa
V1.1, amendments to recognize the Father Circle's separation from Elvenesse
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Kaptin Fishbref sharpened his cutlass in preparation for peace or war -- it didn't matter to him which. 

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"Elvenesse has survived the savage attacks of the orcish brigands before. We will not kneel." Gailien noted confidently upon hearing of the demands, though pondered the future of his home.

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'Lo, for whenceforth did some peculiar mutt come to gaze upon that missive with a foul snarl upon wolven maw, a gnarled set of talons coming to coil about the haft of some horrid, ghastly greatspear. 

 

"The Lord is the Lord GOD without peer, but you have conjured in his place a wicked and vengeful host. This is a sin of senseless imprudence, for there is no god but the most merciful GOD. He created all things, and all things are His children. So before the Lord, all murder is the fratricide of Krug, and indeed your own spirits slay each other, and bid each other to slay. And for what purpose? There is none." Recited thus the Hound, in vain canticle to the heavens that linger above the earth... 

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A certain elfess muttered something under her breath, a with a roll of her eye she was silent once more. She looks off out her window, wondering if this means yet another 'war' or not. "Everyone is far too prideful." She spat out.

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Somewhere in the jungle swamps of Almaris, the horned ker chuckled at the missive for piece. taking a gaze as his sets of weapons and puffs a bit of silver smoke."Well now, seems the elves of Idol's garden want peace but not public, If I recall Zhot had more demands then such last time. so i say this is quite generous. Especially for the nation who couldn't handle the Rustlers. Do the lesser brothers dare to hide in their trees and poorly dug caves again i wonder. No matter, let us see if Vulka  shall raise her blade down to entice a war. Or Isuz  tranquil embrace give the lesser brothers the incentive to cater the Uruk-hai. So many possibilities, so many outcomes! The wood elven rex's turn on a never ending chess board."The ker chuckled, casually folding the paper as he went back to his trance."Wonder how many refugees shall flee to places like sutica or talons again.."

 

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An old Raguk Shaman scratches her chin, a deepen frown comes over gaze as a groan slowly follows "Mi peeped more letterz by da urukz den da wooden twigz. Nub peep why both can juzt, klomp or kizz" with that the Shaman shrugs walking off to tend to her Spiritual duties 

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