A Show of Mercy

[Crymson 535]

A weary veteran prepares his equipment, pausing to raise a glass of wine. "Away it goes. The cycle never truly ends. Here's to more stories to tell and if luck is kind, few comrades lost."

[_Elrith_ 4525]

"Death to Malin'or!" Elrith the Republican chants.

[Barbog 448]

A scrawny little goblin, caked in chalk dust and missing quite a few extremities, stares at the missive.

"Iz diz a jok? Da Orkz dewnub own da zpiritualiztz, nor da elvez. Az uzual, da elvez kannub evur dew "Diplomazee" and zendz out demandz dat bi lidurallee impozzibul tew enforze."

He sighs and looks over the small village he calls his own, the blood sweat and tears put into it's revival... knowing that yet again more racists will try to ruin their culture and way of life- merely because they can't stand the idea of a successful orc.

[Lhindir_ 3691]

35 minutes ago, DrunkFailure said:

The Elysian King stared at the missive. He was ASTOUNDED. After everything... it was not humanity that came to their aid, but Elvendom. He laughed, he couldn't help but laugh. Life was cruel, wasn't it?

Dakath Ipos couldnt help but laugh at the irony. Conquerors fighting over scraps. 

[Mescaffier 6197]

A maddened Mali shaman rose from the depths of her abode covered in soot and ash, her deranged grin stretched wide. The woman gnashed her teeth and bit down on a chunk of roasted flesh left upon her altar, her aurum-encrusted canines glinting in the moonlight.  "Let uz dine on these foolz. Let uz feazt! Deat' upon Malynur!"

 

Yahzlak turned her head, offering a nod toward the absolutely horrified human courier that stood before her, letter in hand. "Ztop -- ahem. Stop looking so ugly. Find me that Yar village, da? Thank vy. Go, now, before I make vy the next offering upon t'at altar."

 

`__-__`

 

An Olog somewhere in the Uzg frowns as her goblin friend reads her the missive. "Miz hopez diz nub dramatikalli affekt da trout populazhun."

[Allien 449]

Rosina sighs at the mention of war, wheeling her way towards the clinic to prepare medical kits for her father's guards "I don't suppose I can fetch those books from them before war breaks loose.." She mumbled to herself, not having received the many books she was promised from the orcs.

[Borin 7646]

"Well... it's a bit of a stretch to say Elysium is part of elvenkind. Barely even count as people, I'd say." Bishop Viktor contemplates, wondering if Elysium consists of any intelligent life at all

[PrinceJose270 1211]

"....Why did i bloody called et."The Ker shaman said in almost an annoyed tone as he worked under his Genthuraz shrine. Though he simply shook his head. "Blood shall simply run in the west.. as what I foresaw, the winner? up in the air... though this is another spectacle that naturally comes to us as Decedents when not faced with a greater enemy." The shaman simply went back to his work, continuing his peaceful days of forging and creating.

[Unwillingly 18133]

36 minutes ago, Twinny said:

Ivarielle stands in a street amidst the underbelly of that tavern's walkway, simply trying to escape from her responsibilities so that so might share wine with someone, those golden vintages to have been brought within her stores- but at every corner that dear Royarch were thwarted by news of dealings and passing couriers. Her frame seemed to inflate, only to deflate as a seldom sigh did sound. "Come, come. That vintage so awaits us"

 

With Ivarielle stood Castiel, quiet, pondering the woman's situation. It were a position he found himself once, too, and so he was patient with her. 

 

After all, patience is a virtue.

[ToodIes 1575]

“The work begins again.“

 

A dark elf stands in a wide room. She looks up to a slowly-rotating frame of shimmering gold, within which sits a maddening nothingness. Grey arcane pours from her eyes, like tears, as if she were overawed by the inscrutable sight, and had started to weep. 

 

She claps her hands together, turning to the assembled magi, and the humming pillar among them. Her mouth splits into a grin. “Now, isn’t this fun?“

[Ardory 2978]

Draaghlûk, a shaman bound to Kezt, reads over the missive slowly before smirking behind his masked helmet. He folds it, creasing it neatly,

 

“The horde iz too weak to faze the elvez. If they try to rezizt, which they likely will, they will be… obliterated. To face them izn’t bravery, or honorable, it is zuizide.”

 

Draaghlûk sighs, disappointed as he wanders offwards,

 

“But they will nub lizten, nub. Too blind, already has refused to believe the warningz ob Freygoth in favor for their pride.”

 

”Foolz.”

[Altered 82]

The 'ker stares at this missive with a smile. "The heretics and heathens of Malin'or will meet Luara. The 'ker that have forsaken forfeit their lives and the rest of the heathens will soon follow. Abandon Luara, Abandon life." The 'ker threw her missive into the fire and threw it into the fire.

[Cepheid 4304]

Valyris Wynasul's attention remained onto the royarch and councilors at her flank as Ivarielle had written the declaration. "There is always a time for diplomacy, this is it's prime."

[Gemini 1737]

4 hours ago, Twinny said:

III. The Horde will henceforth denounce the problematic, deluded and diseased people known as the “Toga Elves”.

 

“Well I can certainly agree with this” Laurir An’asul would offer a slight smirk as she read the declaration, frowning as a bunch of orcs littered the beautiful Silver City

[Ultrabrine 19]

*the elven woman eyed the missive her cold eyes not even lighting up as she read the missive sipping her tea in Elysium's tavern, her wolf lay beside her as her once hooded and masked visage was lowered, she turned it over before her lips twisted into a smile" Oh? now this just got a lot more interesting...wonder if the Iron Idiots are actually going to accept....who knows honestly, Maybe those pathetic lowlives are actually craving a war, If that's the case Ill gladly raise my sword and stomp their pathetic, Lowly, Filthy skulls against my boot  as Fang rips out and munches on their innards. maybe then they will learn not to mess with my family"she said with a slight laugh before" as I said before, maybe a better name for them Is the Iron Idiots, not The Iron Uzug"she said in disgust before she walked out from the tavern