THE WITHERING OF AN ERA

[Monkee 7369]

Spoiler

 

The Withering of An Era

 

“Mali-kind is all but tired of cowering behind the quill and paper; we tire of treachery, of vermin and snakes clutching at the strings of a people in need of desperate revitalization. Now is not the time for such; now is the time for blood and steel.” - Ivarielle I, The Silver Princess

Morning broke in the Rimeveld, golden rays casting long shadows over Ikur’fiyem. Snow melted beneath its resplendent light, dripping from viridescent branches of pine like rain. Gelid though it was, even the Rimeveld was not immune to the summer thaw, lapping at the northern fringes of Almaris. Rivers ran in torrents, vaulting from their banks in their rush towards the warming sea. Beneath a storm of boots, the roads turned to mud.

 

Elves of the North; from across the Rimeveld they drew together. Steel clanked through the crisp, misted air as the Snow Elves of the Principality of Fenn made their preparations. Formations of Ivae’fenn drilled and marched across its stone-hewn streets, a sea of spears beneath the looming structures of siege engines. Deep in the bowels of the earth, the Dark Elves of the Principality of Nor’asath brought steel to fire, forging blackened ferrum in the heat of their cavernous abode.

 

Elves of the East; riding along the northern road, they came in droves - the freshly forged army of the Silver Princedom, adorned with veterans of wars long past. Though their hooves churned mud, this cavalry rode with that grace only found among the Elves. In their wake came the veteran mercenaries of the Silver Lubba Band, a collection of largely Elves drawn to Ivarielle’s banners with promises not just of gold and glory, but of change.

 

Elves of the West; across forest and plain they had marched - Elves and Adunians of the Crown of Elvendom. With Malin’s precision did they navigate their way north, bearing steel to avenge the blooding unleashed upon them by their Haelun’orian foes in the early days of Almaris.

 

Thus enjoined, the Elven alliance had assembled the strongest host of Malin’s sons and daughters seen in centuries. They were united by common purpose; a common enemy - for gone were the days of paper shields and ink swords. The stagnation that plagued Malin’s halls would end with piercing horns. It would be steel that faced the savageries and injustices of the Haelun’orian rulers, and it would be Ivarielle who would save the High Elven people.

 

If the Haelun’orian Sohaer did not cede the Silver City to its rightful Silver Princess, Ivarielle I, they would march. The Elven host was ready. Their gaze turned southeast.

 

 

WARCLAIM

 

Wargoals:

Pillage of Haelun’or

Capture/PK individual: Idendril Elassidil, Sohaer of Haelun’or

Capture/PK individual: Elesia Elervathar, Maheral of Haelun’or

Capture/PK individual: Braxus Ni’leya, Medi’ir of Haelun’or

Capture/PK individual: ‘Sixty-One’, Okarir’tir of Haelun’or

 

Attackers:

The Dual Principalities of Fenn and Nor’asath (LEAD)

The Silver Princedom

The Crown of Elvendom

The Silver Lubba Band

 

Defenders:

The Silver State of Haelun’or

 

Peace Terms:

Transfer of PRO to Ceremomy

 

Day/Time:

Preferably 2/12 at 3pm EST, if feasible

 

 

[mika1278 3213]

The Silver Lubba who has already dealt with Haelun'or before is ready to continue fighting them till they give up and Ivarielle I is on the throne.

[Chase 3793]

The Citadel bell tolls within Caras y'Tennallar as the declaration is sent out. Elvendom rallies against the " 'thill " menace, a threat against the sancitity of Free Elves.

(ss cred to josey)

[Twinny 1622]

"Its a shame this has to come to this, yet my enemy is not willing to sacrifice everything... i would scale the walls alone. For the unified front of Mali-kind." The Princess spoke on

[Orlanth 4667]

"They may as well give up now." sighed Vierra

[MayRndz 1830]

Held her blade to the sky, the cloaked mage listening to the rings of shouting victory while storming the city having been met with a resistance of all but two. "It seems for today we shall continue on"

[SwampRump 171]

"Well it's about time." Arevthor chuckles in response, shaking his head.

[Sygnus_ 202]

Aroiia Elena Drakon raises her trident high, and would chant, "Ceru'rost myumiererih"

[Mephiedantes 94]

"Where do i sign up"  The banished Karirimir spoke out as he scanned the missive

[Sillians 56]

An Oussana looks to his Axe giving a simple sigh as he throws the missive to the fire, a morbid saying in a forgotten tongue, exiting his lips.
"Chuthen ulu chuthen... jal zhah chuth..."
 

[Frenchless_fry 269]

Sarillah looked to the empty city as the rally easily walks in "There is no one here! What a surprise!"

[Unwillingly 18133]

The news reaches a distant druid, primeval and devoid of civility these years. Yet, the news procures a weak grin to the face.

 

It sparks a strange concoction of hope and hatred. 

 

Hope, for elven unity.

 

Hatred, for the Haelun'orians.

 

 

[Rusty Derringer 1182]

[xepphir 353]

clanking was heard in the depths of Nor'Asath as a Mali'Ker was seen forging refined blades in the warm forge, a hammer hitting the steel in a continuous rythm.

These blades would soon serve a great purpose.

 

He would raise his head  "we are ready, shall the fate be on our side"

[burntgoosebuns 282]

"Don't relent until their leadership has finally been put down!"