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Greifswalder Tengwar

TO CLEANSE THE ROT

The Liberation of Cartef Mor

 

Published; 15th of the Sun’s Smile 96 S.A.


 

For far too long there has been a plague within the West, a rot which infects the hearts of the good Adunian people and that of the land of stars and embers. A few moons ago, there was an attack within the home of the Thuri-Elendil clan. The Rex of the Iron’Uzg had brought claims that the Adunians served a necromancer by the name of Zechariah. When the home of the Thuri-Elendil clan was entered for questioning, the Princess of Celia’nor and Rex of the Iron’Uzg were attacked and disguises of the necromancer Zechariah and another darkspawn present were revealed. Upon further investigation, the only reason they were there was due to the neglect of the former Lord of Cartef Mor, Oliver Black. Oliver had knowingly harbored these darkspawn and allowed for their ways to corrupt the people he was sworn to protect.

 

To rectify the situation of neglect that had been wrongfully put upon the Adunian people, Sil Fritjof Maor entered into Cartef Maor with the assistance of the Celia’diraar to banish Oliver Black, taking his eye as punishment for the blind eye he turned to the scourge within Cartef. Sil Fritjof Maor has taken up the position of overseeing Cartef Mor as its leader until someone is found that has the claim to lead the Adunians.  Those that were involved previously are undergoing strict rehabilitation of the mind to ensure they are not corrupted by such beings to ensure the safety of all involved. 

 

Let this serve as a warning that what lurks in the dark always comes to light.

 


AY’PUERAN;

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Valyris Ibarellan, Princess of Celia’nor and the Silver Princedom, Evarir of the Aurumwoods, Protector of the High Elves, High Magus of the Arcanic Court

 

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Atheleon Py’lrie, Mordu’lar of Celia’nor

 

 

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Fritjof Maor, Lord-Regent of Cartef Mor

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"So they kicked out some spooks but left one in charge?" Asked a former citizen of Cartref Mor to himself as he scanned over the missive with an eye-roll

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"How wonderful, another Necromancer gone." a young member of the council, Raziel Amethil stated with a large grin "I have a good idea where to continue..."

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From the ruins, did the necrolyte indeed look upon the papers, slowly a cackle resounded from his maw. A loud and boisterous tone, one that rang through the empty structures of old. "You think you've done something to spare yourselves? To cleanse yourself of those impurities? Lets unwrap the truth, shall we?" The soft flick, of a lighter could be heard, as he lit himself another cigar. Ready to see what the snakes, would do next. 

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A certain Norlander comments from the Father’s halls “Now isn’t this rich? Ich see ein bright future but they aren’t the ones to receive it.”

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42 minutes ago, Laeonathan said:

"How wonderful, another Necromancer gone." a young member of the council, Raziel Amethil stated with a large grin "I have a good idea where to continue..."

 

Making his way down the road from Krugmar, Marellon feels oddly uneasy.. He certainly hoped that he had done enough to stave off Raziel, though he couldn't be certain.

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Kosher Daesmon sat in the hull of a ship he was busy finishing as a courier brought him news of the report. “There’s a reason I had refused Malinor aiding them, and yet here we stand.”

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The one called Pestilence cusses out a piece of parchment from the confines of their workroom.

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Somewhere out there sat a white and brown robed adunian musing on the goings of Celian'nor and the bargain he struck. A smile grew on his face as he made for better lands.

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