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A Missive to Norland and it's people.


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This poster may be found by anyone travelling the road to Norland, or Haense. 

 

 

To the Citizens and Officials of Norland-

 

On behalf of all of those within House Jindle, we hope this letter finds its way to Norland. We have plagued your roads, stolen your cattle, burned your farms, and slaughtered your people, but we have decided to give you a chance to amend this relationship, based on monetary value. Given that our previous negotiation ended in us massacring your guards within your own throne room, your officials running away, and leaving an innocent woman to die, we are now writing to you through these means.

 

House Jindle demands a weekly tribute of 1,000 minae, payable either through precious metals, food, or the raw mina itself. Upon receiving this tribute, we will extend our generous blades to your roads, defending you from others who seek to treat you as we have within the past. Do not make us regret this exceptional offer. 

 

If there is no response given to us within a time of one Elfen week, we will continue our assault, with renewed vigor. We will bring more of our men, and knock upon your gate. We will salt your fields, poison your water, and destroy your walls, should this tribute not be met.

 

Endyn Jindle

 

 

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Arandir Jindle reads over the missive, signing it off.

"Wow this is very splendid. Good job lads! Riches on the way!"

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Dominic Kvitravn, Chieftain of the Kvitravn Clan and loyal Soldier of Norland, hands the missive to his Brother @Pancho"It goes without saying. Iron from Ice, Brother."

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Adalsteinn places the heads of a Jindle and their ally on stakes outside the gates of Alisgrad, shaking his head, "I do not know who you think you are, but let this serve as a reminder."

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Bakir Ireheart chuckled to himself "That didn't end well!" He'd look over the fresh piece of Jindle ears before drowning himself in some good dwarven mead. 

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Milki Kvitravn stares at the missive “Moi am sorrry, Moi rreally can’t take yu serriously with a name like ‘Jindle’.” She then proceeds to erupt into fits of laughter.

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"These elves have no honour, they attack our allies and ourselves. For such a 'threat' they couldn't handle our men, nor the Norlanders" Drako Darkwood laughs rather loudly to his fellow soldiers of Balian "I do not believe this will last too long at all" @zzmarcc

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Björn Ragnarrsson Mösu would read over the missive sent into Norland by the family Jindle, having found said missive on the road to Haense after the wind had freed it from whatever nail pinned it to a notice board before having blown it into that direction. Once he finished reading he thought for abit, scratching his chin as he did so. He had never heard of these Jindles up until now although he had seen the heads of some mounted outside the walls of Alisgard when he had passed through from time to time but the Jindles seemed to see Norland as an enemy or rival. Perhaps they were just trying to copy the same success as the northmen raiders which raided Norland a few years ago had or maybe they had a deeper reason and motive? He couldn't know for sure but what he did know is that the enemy of your enemy is your friend. He there after threw the missive to the side as he rode off to Haense.

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