On The Aheral

[Monkee 7369]

From the northern reaches of Almaris is spread a fresh, brief missive, which finds itself directed towards Malin's realms. It bears the mark of the Fennic Remnants.

 

 

Since the very genesis of the Mali'fenn, we have found ourselves more often at odds with Malin's realms than in league with them. Through the ages, we have cast off our conflicts with the Mali'ker and Mali'ame, and established fruitful relations as sons and daughters of Malin. Yet, one rivalry - ancient and hostile - has proven difficult to bury. Even as links with the Mali'ker and Mali'ame have warmed, ties between Mali'fenn and Mali'aheral remain frigid. Yet, amidst this darkness, we have seen light.

 

Spurred by the burgeoning friendship between our peoples - one forged in fire and blood amidst mutual battle against the northern apparition, and the footsoldiers of darkness that spawned it - the Fennic Remnants recognizes the claim of Ivarielle I to the Aheralic throne. Whereas past attempts to bridge the hostility between the Mali'fenn and Mali'aheral have proven insincere and insufficient, we hold hope in our newfound friends and their ability to forge an Aheralic dynasty that works towards the benefit of Elvenkind.

 

Signed,

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

[Twinny 1622]

"Onward then, to a unified front." So spoke Ivarielle I.

[SwampRump 171]

Arevthor Tathvir pats Vytrek on the back as he signs the missive, a sly grin across his face. “What an interesting time we live in.”

[Orlanth 4667]

Rydia Atmorice read the missive then promptly shoved it under her pillow. "Sounds good to me."

[Wyrvun 1808]

Ayred nods a few times in approval of Vytrek's writings "Not all 'aheral are bad. This one is somewhat agreeable from what I've seen, and heard of her. I can stand by these."

 

"A large step for mali' I wonder what path this'll lead us down."

[Air 912]

Air nods a few times after reading the missive over "As long as I don't get thrown into a vat of acid I've ne objections"

[sneLf 314]

"I've been waiting for this for years." Sighs Lyulen Daemyr

[ColonelKuehl1 560]

"Hopefully they dont leave me out of this" speaks a Ker from Nor'asath

[GawrNexus 232]

Amura, the 10 year old, reads this and shakes her head

 

"They have rude children! I hope their pets don't show them any love, and, and, I hope Dyr stubs his toe everyday on something!"