A Show of Mercy

[JoshBright 3016]

"This is expected" Jarad stated "sooner then i expected however"

[flexMate 346]

The hulking goth of Gorkil lets out a small chuckle upon receiving the news by a fellow orc "Globbizh albai. Dey du nub gruk haw deep ahm dah hole dey ahr digging." A grin begins forming on the face of the burnt orc "If wagh iz wub dey want, wagh dey zhall receive!" And with that, he calls for his clanmates. The year of the boar is coming. The sons of Gorkil ride again. 

 

[The Harbinger 336]

Glod would sigh at the Elves kingdom's actions... "Ter 'orde nevah back doon ef t'ey think ets ganna be a gud foit."

[ScreamingDingo 20568]

Within the deep snows of the north, the decrepit hand of Martin of Akatosh grabs the imported Hyspian Cigars that were smuggled during the conflicts of the diasporas that plagued their people. A simple butler comes over and fluffs the pillow that rests upon his feet, outstretched across his lounge of Cathant Silk. A gesture of the hand follows the butler's action from the aging man, his wig falling lopsided upon his head as he chortles at the missive.

 

"For the plague of the Orcish kind is quelled by the Warriors beneath the Banner of High Prince Native? Such issues seem as likely as the slaying of multiple dragonkind upon a strange, fateful night."
 

The cigar is lit in his free hand, the scent of the spiced paper filling the area as he throws his head back. The euphoric scent allowing for him to fathom the absurdity of such a time. Neverless, he drew the decorated lambswool blanket upon his legs, gesturing to his butler to go to the kennels to secure them.

"We don't want our dogs been stolen for war, ensure they are locked up."

 

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[Kaladin Stormblessed 668]

An Odinson child would grin from ear to ear, his eyes become slightly teary, perhaps tears of relief and happiness as his homeland is now being protected. He leans against a tree in the Elysium garden, gazing upon the various species of animals, insects and flowers before him. Suddenly, he stands up, wiping his eyes and starts looking for his father to tell him the news. @Periphonics

 

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At another scene, George Obedia finds the missive at the city of Vienne. "Hmmm, looks like some serious shit goin' on" he then proceeds to walk into the barracks of the Petran Legion, to polish his sword skills "Ah well, don't think these orcs stand a chance" he mumbles to himself nonchalantly

[Java17 2216]

An armoured hand reaches for a leather sheath, gripping it tightly once more.

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[Samler 1566]

The old elf Seth Calith would shake his head as he stood in the warm tavern of Haelun'or. "Seems like the Bandits commits yet another crime against Elvenkind. Kinslaying, Demanding to non-existing throne of Haelun'or." His eyes went over the elves of Haelun'or, the pure high elves. "Guess Dad Land wants to offer us mina for all of their crimes, hmm?" He old elf chuckled. "How ironic. The Horde will seemingly act in the interest of elvenkind, while opposing a bandit nation which even failed to thieve an olden name."

[HandsomeFloppa 722]

Tul'Noss reads over the declaration, sighing. "I understand what he did now..." he says, taking another swig of whiskey, empty bottles laying around him

[Your Favorite Impure 736]

On 5/30/2022 at 2:54 AM, Amayonnaise said:

 

A tall, redheaded elfess within an enclosed settlement would simply snort, passing the missive to her Father,

 

"The only Prince or Princess I have ever bowed to were my parents, the High Prince of Linandria, and Queen of the Dominion.

 

These people have no right to claim control of every single Mali upon the realm.

 

My life does not belong to you."

 

@Your Favorite Impure

Aenor grasps the missive, reading it over with a small bob of his head here and there. Not long after, he folds it up and places it down on the table before leaning back in his chair slightly, digits interlaced and resting comfortably upon his chest "History is a repeating cycle, oem'ii. This is not the first time a group of mali has attempted this, nor will it be the last. Even if they manage to succeed in their endeavours, it will not last long, as it never does. Already, I've no doubt each separate city is plotting to have their own denizens come out on top. So it is with politics, but I would not recommend allowing such missives to hold sway over your emotions. Whatever may come, we will be prepared."