Bound by Blood and Honor

[DrunkPapaBear 1975]

 

 

 

Bound by Blood and Honor

United, walking the same blessed Path.

 

 

Following the actions of the dragon-princess, the loyalists of Celianor showed themselves as honorable descendants to the mighty of the Iron Horde. 

 

The urûkim of the Iron Horde recognize the Ranaleth family as the true people of Celianor, those who managed to step away from the dark arts. The Ranaleths and their allies proved to the urûkim that old grudges can be erased and that the dishonor shown during the destruction of Dawnhold and the conquest of Amathea by the Moris is not shared among the whole nation.

 

The Ranaleth of celianor, recognizing the ways of the urûkim, swore on sacred blood to spread the faith of the spirits, placing shrines in a nation filled with darkspawns to fight off the filth.

 

The urûkim of the Iron Horde recognize that the Ranaleth family is not to blame for : 

 

-The celianorians assassination attempt upon Idril Sylvaeri, High Princess of Amathea.

-The explosion of the voidal tear in the west, even if Valyris aimed to move the blame from her shoulders to those of the Ranaleths.

-The harboring of members of the Synod, including the late councillor of the dragon-princess, Abel.

-The attack of the Drakaar Vlos upon elvenkind, as opposed to what was claimed by the dragon-princess.

-The harboring of necromancers, azdrazis, vampyrs, frost witches, mystiks and other darkspawns in Celianor.

-The attack upon the Lak clan by celianorians when they came to help close the voidal tear.

 

Now bound by Blood and Honor, the urûkim of the Iron Horde and the Ranaleth family of Celianor are to put behind the history of the two nations. 

 

In doing so, both parties hope to bring peace and prosperity to the realm, to cleanse the corruption and the dark arts rampant south of the Gardens.

 

Grîzh hûl, grîzh hôn.

Urûkim agh golug.

Ukmash gund shâ.

 

Signed

Ava Ranaleth, 

Second Matriarch of the Ranaleth, Cleric Of Moon & Stars,

Beacon of the New-era Ranaleth, Reader of Cosmos, The True Celia’norisan

 

Destroyer of Elysium.

Champion of Ogrol, Chosen of the Ilzgûlz,

the Brown, the Burned, the Mad.

 

 

 

 

[TeawithFrisket 2634]

"NUB WAY!?" Said the crown princess of Helious, preparing to up the military guard in her city

[JJosey 1215]

"Here we go again.." mutters the High Princess

[SteppeNomad 1552]

A Brilliant Hoplite clad in brazen bronze, baring a glorious silver shield smiles the sun's smile!

 

"Oh how Sulian! What great BRIGHTNESS fills the land! Though steel rusts to nothing, Silver is incorruptible! HAIL LARIHEI! HAIL!"

He goes out to fetch the lads and show them!

[ThatFunkyBunch 2066]

A ker, blinks as she stares down at the missive, looking up at the forest of voidal taint before her. Then back down. Then back up, then towards the east. Then back down. 

"What? An attempt at the Ames life?"

[High_On_Math 399]

Luthriel grunts, "Ne- this is unacceptable. Ne oem is to be respected unless they disavow Celianor!"

The elfess seethes in anti-Ivarielle sentiment from decades past.

[glassyskies 235]

A set of rusted plates sung the song of march with the news. An enemy in the eye of the Uruk, but a friend at heart. This one sought for pallid elves - namely those unknown and untrusted. 

[X3N0 515]

From somewhere did a mali'ker look at the pamphlet with bated breath, deep violet orbs scanning it up and down with an interest. "Politics," Uttered he as he placed the missive down 'pon the table in front of him. "It seems like Celia'nor is keen on going down the same path of the eastern valah kingdoms." The elf drawled out, seeming exasperatedly as he began to go back to his business!

[Commander_Jester 162]

"Celia'nors completely gone mad." A mali'aheral with blonde curls would mutter to himself with the missive in his hand, he frowns initially, "Attempting to kill Idril? " Then he lets out a chuckle of his own, "They're afraid of her. Truly. They're ******* afraid of what she can do."

[Gaea_Foundation 581]

"I wish them luck," Acria Jusmia spoke, her stance unclear. "Regardless, the Mori are still the biggest threat."

[GammaRose 138]

Returning from the reunited meeting and greeted alone by paper and missive, The Storyteller's rage erupted- unbound- at the reminder of the assination. "Hypocrites... HYPOCRITES" The Almenodrim screeched, a fist hammering into a nearby wall and painted in crimson ichor. "HYPOCRITES- THE LOT OF EM! STUPID STUPID HYPOCRITES." No matter their attempts to maintain rhythmic beat, to grasp at the dwindling strand of patience they had, the horror of trauma and memories burned ire into Beowulf's very soul. "They don't EVEN DESERVE A JUST DEATH- MAIM THEM! BRUTALIZE THEM! THEY ARE NOT WORTHY TO DIE A SWIFT DEATH! Make them SUFFER!"

Edited April 10, 2023 by GammaRose

[Damnit_Delmar 1064]

"Seems the elf f*ckers, found a way to deepen the hole. . . ohhhhhhh well, seems like their asking for it" A corsair most cursed by the Arts of the Heith-Hedran, cackled upon his propped chair, a charred skull in his palm as he twistdd his ashen hues to the burnt ivory. Lifting it up to his ear, he would take a moment to listen, nodding slowly as he began to formulate that plan. 

[lemonke 1873]

"It's all coming together." Said an old woman, enjoying how things are turning out.

[KrrispyKreme 44]

The Pillar or the Eclipse regarded this missive with a smile, saving a copy for her own keeping.

"It almost reminds me of an old poem... I do wonder where these little birds will fly next."

[ClassyDryad 1733]

"I doubt they lack connections to such things themselves, but there are more important things to worry about than the thinly veiled antics of our neighbor elves I suppose." A dark elf would shrug in her healing cauldron.