AN EXAMPLE TO ELVENKIND

[Monkee 7369]

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For the second time in as many years, missives are spread from the northern reaches of Almaris, bearing the mark of the Fennic Remnants.

 

 

For centuries, Haelun'or has carved a misguided path for the sons and daughters of Malin, and taken pride in setting the example for Elvenkind - no matter how mistaken, tyrannical, and disgusting that example may have often been. As my ancestors slumber within Isvin, they are no doubt given pause by the notion that I would now urge all of Elvenkind to look to the example of Larihei's spawn. It is not for inspiration that I draw attention to the Silver State, however; it is for warning. They have embarked on the same path as a half dozen Elven realms before them. So, too, have they met the same fate.

 

It was the promise of protection that lured Haelun'or into signing away their independence to a foreign people. In the absence of internal strength, this has proven the most appealing option to many of Malin's realms. Yet, this protection did nothing to interrupt the abduction of their Sohaer by those who would be their enemies, and it has done nothing to see his return. They have sold everything for security, and found it to be a hollow bargain. As many of Malin's realms splinter and wither, no doubt other staples of Elvenkind will abandon their race for the protection of foreigners.

 

To those Mali who would make themselves slaves, and to those who already have, take note:

 

To your lieges, you are little more than an additional title. You are expendable. They will not protect you when it is inconvenient. They never intended to.

 

Only Mali are fit to rule Mali. I pray that I live to see the day when this is so.

 

Signed,

Vytrek Tundrak, Prince of the Fennic Remnants, Prince of the Snow Elves

[Fekr 424]

Akkar sat in the Tundrak abode, within the Fennic realm, far from the degeneracy of the submissive-Mali' states of the other Mali' races.

 

Browsing the contents of the missive he'd agree wholeheartedly, commenting:

 

"The Silver State has always shown weakness, yet to fall under Valah rule once more... it only serves to place shame upon their people, their reputation and their ancestors once again."

[i.uomini 2552]

Erwin Bishop wishes Fenn would just join the Haenseti the war against haelunor and get it over with already. 

[glassofninjas 63]

Zalerya saw the missive, scanning through it before smiling. "Well said." She mumbled. "It's about time something was said."  Zal took another quick scan of the missive before making her way back into Fenn. 

[SteppeNomad 1624]

A nomad chieftain is read a missive by his warrior. Laughing with a bright smile, speaks while lining up an arrow to his target from the back of a horse. "Ahh... It brings me great joy that my mother's people understand their position. Their prince may be a snake, after betraying the words of the horsetribes, but his ambition is true. Elves deserve to raise their position under the Sky!" An arrow finds his target, and a low throatsong is uttered. "Even after his betrayals, the Scydri will still raise their horde for the people of the Truesky."

[Unwillingly 18096]

Somewhere in the southern reaches of Almaris, Gailien receives a copy of the missive. As he read its contents, a frown gradually tugged at his features. 

"I recall, amid our battles with the orcish brigands, mali'ame and mali'aheral fought side by side, without the aid of valah. Though by no means matching their militant strength, we were independent, and perhaps... strong, for the first time in so long. There is strength in elven unity. This... this is not unity. This is depressing. This is heartbreaking." 

[Andustar 4143]

Olórin Telemnar, smoking solitarily, read through the missive with firm intrigue.

"A harsh statement to make, Vytrek. But I suppose the truth has a tendency to be unforgiving."

 

[SwampRump 171]

"It's about time someone pointed out the blatant foolishness." Arevthor explains to his companion Neia as they both sit within Wyrvun's Landing, sharing a round of drinks together. "I never thought I'd live to see the day when the 'Fenn serve as a beacon for Mali strength."

[The Media Wizard 2958]

The Prince of Elvenesse reads the missive while resting in his temporary home. The medics had just departed after changing his bandages. They left this missive behind for him to read, but it brought him little comfort. The prince writes up a small response and sends it northward.

 

 

Prince Vytrek.

 

You speak wisely. You offer words that describe everything that I know and understand, but am too young to express. My people are small and scattered, but we will always be the masters of our own destiny. I pray the other elves of Almaris come to share this sentiment.

[Lojo613 1882]

Kulthark’Izig reads the missive with a smile. “Peepz lyke da ice azdrazi nub lyke da racizt azdrazi, bub’hozh, hopefully klompin iz sure tu follow”

[Chase 3793]

High Prince Evar'tir Oranor regards the missive, an amused scoff escaping him as he gazed towards his razed, yet still independent city.  "For being self professed scholars and theologians, they lack foresight to see the forest through the trees." The 'ker uttered in a mildly ironic statement as he drags his foot through ash which littered the Hinterlands.

[PeachLova 585]

"We will not be chained!" cried an especially crazed mali'fenn. From the deepest corner of the Tathvir manor. Where she busied herself in sharpening her blades for the next Fennic attack on the deranged dragon-folk. 

[Pancho 4197]

Kosher Fier looks at the missive, impressed. "Those so wise to see the path of destruction which is to follow... perhaps I shall visit them." He quickly stuffs the missive in his pocket, mounting his horse to those who speak with such wisdom.

[TaytoTot 1587]

res.

[Venomous_Pup 2978]

An 'Ame looked through the missive as it passed into her hands, gazing over the words written upon the paper before tucking it aside as she pondered to herself "Our kind remains shattered and broken no matter where one looks, children of our kind tortured by filthy zealots, and many hung up, as if we serve as trophies to be displayed, yet the only response most of our kind can offer is just words, no action, no lead, no example for Malian to follow." Her thoughts paused as she whistled for her horse, jumping up into the saddle before she began to ride off "Perhaps I shall pay Fenn a visit and see if much has changed since I last met them." She thought, though it was likely, the woman was going to wander until she found other Mali she deemed suitable to band together with, but perhaps things could be different from she would originally think.

A Mali'Aheral looked over these words as she sat somewhere private, and just simply pondered on these words, a wealth of possibilities and ideas begin to form in her mind. "Very interesting.." Is all she remarked quietly to herself.