To the Banner Burner

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

 

 

 

[!] A linen missive hangs upon the entry way of Nor'asath. 

 

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             To those, which I have no doubt is the very small, population of Voidal Ker and Mystic Ker within Celia'nor that took it upon themselves to set fire in the dead of night. Their is but one simple message I wish to bring you. As signed, like it's last agreement before it. If one is to read 'The Defense of the West' they will read. 

 

"II. The Principality of Celia’nor, The Principality of Nor’asath, and the Crownlands of Amaethea,  recognize each other’s Realms as independent lands ruled by their respective monarchs, and will make no attempt to subvert those authorities governing them.

A.) The signatories recognize the respective claims of governance, namely that Celia’nor has the right to govern all high elves and that Nor’asath has the right to govern all dark elves, and Elvenesse has the right to govern all wood elves."


             I have not butchered you in the streets. I have not marked you with blood. To each time I talk with any of you Azulites I make myself clear. You know my stances. And I will state them to your face. Yet you have not the gull to speak to me in person, and instead burn a flag which is easily fixed. If you care so little of my words, why do you seek the need to further draw attention to yourself? 

           The simple fact of the matter is you do care. You can see it, in the outside settlements and cities. You are nothing to your cousins. But another servant which will never hold sway or meaning. In your arts you have but weakness and no reward for this weakness. Their is but few places you will go. Eberitius, or be swallowed by the void itself for your ties to it. 

           If the act of plushies of the spirits, or that the constructs Aryzl has been noticed been making is far to hostile, far to much. I am more, than willing to show you what it is I do within my rage. 

           To the Azulite which burned the flag, and ran like a coward in the night. Address me, in bird or person. Let us sit. If you  continue to hide and lurk in the shadows. I will make my intent clear then, and partake in what I had stopped eons ago. 

         You will be isolated, trapped within a stone construct. You will not be physically harmed. You will have food and water. But you will be alone. All food you are given will be infused with Oracle wood, and periodically I will throw your soul into the realm beyond. You will break. 

 

         If you believe me cruel, evil, angry, zealot, and controlling. I will not deny this. But if you lurk in the shadows, you will see the extent to which the malice I hold will be inflicted upon you. I do not want an apology, it is meaningless. 

 

 

           ~Qudlia Jusmia