Our Ebonwood

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Our Ebonwood

 

The Mali'Ame stood before Minuvas' door, knowing that when he awakes there will be great disappointment. The missive in her hands crumpled up from the tight grip she had on it, afraid it might disappear and the truth would never come out. Sighing deeply she puts a hand on the door, "May you forgive me, and see I did what I thought was best." Sending this out, she hoped that those who lived here would understand, even though she expected the disappointment.

 

My dearest Ebonwood, my people, my kin. Please know that this was the most difficult choice I have ever had to make, one weighing down on my heart with a great sense of loss. After discussions with many leaders, it was clear that Ebonwood will not survive. The Empire is in ruins, and it is not our responsibility to fight a war which is not our. I have not abandoned Ebonwood, for I will be sure all our people find peace elsewhere. Minuvas will wake once more, and we will rise from the ashes of a city which was doomed to fall. May you all understand, it was not easy to pick up that quill, to sign it all away when I am merely standing in for shoes too big for me. As the council has spoken, those two present had decided that it would be for the best. But that does not mean our community is gone, though we might not have land, or a specific place to call home; we will rise again and be stronger than ever. 

 

I will take care of Minuvas, the one who I owe my life to. Under close watch I will be sure that he awakes, that he comes once more to speak of Malin. To teach us the ways in which we are supposed to live. For Malin, would He have left us to perish on land which was out to destroy us? For the sake of our people, my people, I did what was best. For Minuvas' legacy is not over, neither is ours. Let it be said here, for all to read: Ebonwood will rise again, and with great faith we will come back stronger than ever. I have not abandoned you, I will presonally see to the relocation of each and every one of my people even if it is the last thing I do. 

 

May Malin give us His grace, may He give us a chance to rise once more in His name. 

 

Signed by:

Veronna Heial'mal Valmi'uhier

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A hooded ker would sit in Nor’Aseth wondering what would happen to the family he had built, and somewhat left. “I hope all is well with them” He would say under his breath reading the missive 

 

 

Elsewhere a long lost Mali’Ame would read the missive reading of the home he and his mother left years ago. “What on earth happened to grandpa?!?” he would shout in fear and confusing, but nobody was there to hear.