A Moth's Call

[winterblood 11181]

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Moliana cloaked and cresting over a hill in the western plains of Almaris.

[Karl Nordstrom]

 

The following is a private letter addressed to Charlotte Augusta

Please do not metagame the information of this post, unless information is acquired through genuine RP.

@MunaZaldrizoti

 

To Mother,

 

I hope this letter finds you in good health and high spirits, it’s been quite some time since you and I have had the opportunity to officially catch up with one another.  My life remains the whirlwind it was when we first reunited those years ago; I know it’s felt like there’s been a barrier between each other because of our vastly different experiences, and that you may never know the full story of my struggles.  But you still remain my mother that I shall look to for aid and guidance.  Such is why I write to you now, though this request isn’t just for me.

 

The capital of Elvenesse has been threatened.  The power which encroaches upon its forests is no foreign nation or people, but Azdromoth and his followers of Azdrazi.  They wish for naught but ash, fire, and ruin for the elves of the woodlands - and to instill fear in the hearts of the kingdoms of men before they are to soon come for our own homes to tear down.  Their inner flame is corrupted with their desire for power over mankind; filled with a rueful spite ever since the power of Fire had been gifted to man so that we may not bend to them, and learn how to fight back the creatures of darkness.

 

Therefore, I implore that you do whatever you can in the Augustine Courts and Councils to send aid to the Woodland Realm of Elvenesse.  Be it weaponry, concoctions, strategies, or capable fighters - it is direly needed.  If they are to fall, there is no telling where the serpent’s eyes may set on next; the Descendants cannot remain divided in perilous times like these unless we wish for the darkness to consume us again.  To remain stagnant and idle, or to cower away, would make us just as guilty and vile as those that march against us.

 

I have already pledged my aid to the elven folk and I intend to keep my word.  I trust that the Empire shall keep its word for its desire of crusades against the balaur.

 

P.S. Elimar has proposed to me.

 

Your Daughter,

Moliana

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