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A CHALLENGE ACCEPTED

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An Ithelanen of old hears of war in his native country. Emboldened by the need to preserve the lives of his kin, he departed his small hamlet the next day. His home would be found empty — stripped of all weapons and wealth, left quickly on a northern, dusty road.

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The elfess stood upon the balcony of one of San’Velku’s highest points, much an observer of the fight than a proper combatant yet present to aid San’Velku’s occupation. Her gauntlet traced along the official documentation of war, her gaze almost finding humor as she looked over the bloodied city, before shaking her head as she spoke “We gave them a warning. A shame it just had to come to this, where Mali have strayed so far from the path that their blood lays with these some ten-thousand we have laid to rest.”

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"It would be so much easier for both sides if the Uruks just accept defeat before it turns to conflict.. Ne, massacre that will be fall them should they not given in to our will. We will stand Eternal." A White eyed Elf comments. 

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