A LETTER TO CELIA'NOR

[Shmeepicus 4217]

A Letter

TO CELIA’NOR

 

 

IUDICIUM ACCEDIT

 

Issued by

THE COVENANT

on this 1st of the Amber Cold

 

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ELVES OF CELIA’NOR,

 

The banners of war stream above Aevos once more, and your own star-blazoned standard is among them. 

 

Breakwater Keep, the flagship fortress of Veletz, has fallen, and the splintered stones mark the funeral shrouds of many Celia’norian Elves. These Elves did not have to be there, and they most certainly did not have to perish, either at Breakwater, nor the Covenant victory of Whitespire, where Celia’nor rallied to aid Veletz in the act of murdering one of their own allies. We grieve to set our blades to Elven flesh, for our quarrel with Celia’nor is naught, as it ever was.  Throughout the long histories of our peoples, we have coexisted in relative peace and with minimal interference, and we affirm there is little need for this to change. 

 

We therefore impart unto you these truths:

 

There is nothing for you to gain in a war in the Heartlands.

 

There is nothing for you to gain by supporting a tyrannical state. 

 

There is nothing for you to gain by opposing the Covenant.

 

 

Return home to your fledgling lands. Tend to your people who grow disheartened at a war that is not theirs to fight. Grow your realm anew, back into the titan of the west it once was upon Almaris. The Covenant guarantees entirely your neutrality and that no retribution shall be invoked if Celia’norian forces are permanently withdrawn from the Heartlands. 

 

This is no threat -- this is a plea to reason, and an appeal for wellbeing. 

 

Return home, and let all grievances between us be forgotten. Return home, and let us endure together. 

 

When the Covenant advances upon the League of Veletz, we will look for the banner of Celia’nor. 

 

If we find it on the field, our next campaign shall be in your lands, and every star shall be expunged from the night sky.

 

 

T H I S  I S  O U R  P E A C E .

 

 

HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Aleksandr II, by the Grace of Godan, King of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Hochmeister of the Order of the Crow, Prince of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Slesvik, Solvesborg, and Ulgaard, Duke of Carnatia, and Vanaheim, Margrave of Korstadt, Rothswald, and Vasiland, Count of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Siegrad, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscount of Varna, Baron of Astfield, Buck, Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, and Rytsburg, Lord of the Westfolk, Protector and Lord of the Highlanders, etcetera.

 

HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Adrian I, by the Grace of GOD, King of Balian, Viscount of Pompourelia, Eflen and Anatis, Baron of Brucca,Valens, Malenos, Goza and Ciavola, Lord of Portoregne, Atrus and Monterosa, Warden of La Costa Rubinissima, Prince of the Holy Orenian Empire, Protector of the Heartlanders and the South, etcetera.

 

HIS HIGHNESS, Cesar II de Pelear, Viceroy of Hyspia, Duke of Pacazu, Baron of Arenisca and Del’mar, Lord of La Dorada, Lord of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Protector of the Hyspian People, Patriarch of House de Pelear.

 

HER MAJESTY, Catherine I, Queen of the Commonwealth of the Petra, Marquise de Val d’Estenou, Countess of Temesch and Moere, Baroness of Garmont, Valfleur, Vallagne-en-Petra, Artois, and of the Phoenixspire, Protector of the Meadows.

HIS GRANDNESS, Garedyn The Emerald, Grand King of Urguan, Chief of the Mossborn, Seer of Hefrumm, Zealot of the Triad.

HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, John Alexander, by the Grace of GOD, King of Aaun, Prince of Alstion, Duke of Corazon and Balemena, Count of Enswerp and Florentine, Protector of the Realm

HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë of the House Arthalion, by the Grace of GOD, Queen of the Númenedain, Princess of Númenost and Minas Amath, Protector of the Adunians, Master of the Sharadûn, Templar of the Archangel Michael, Knight of the Realm

Ordained by the High Hearth before His most Sacred Flame, Ellenore Eiriksson, High Keeper of the Sacred Flame, Master of the Order of the First Flame, Righteous Servant of the RED-LORD, Loyal Adherent to the Ashen Way

[_Elrith_ 4525]

Though she frowned after signing the letter, the HIGH KEEPER nodded affirmatively before the crowd of gathered faithful. "A shame, that these vile servants of the Long Dark shall not be cast into the righteous fires of His indignation. Take heed, sons and daughters of the ALL-FATHER! I bid you ready yourselves for battle these coming days! For we will engage in the wanton slaughter of the forces of damnation!" She then raised a flaming sword before the crowd. "What matters is our will!"

[Pancho 4197]

As the day set on the victory at Breakwater Keep, Ser Jose Fuentes looked out across the land and towards the heart of the League. As he set his sight northwards, he saw a gleam of light off a city of white. He silently prayed that the High Elves had the senses of their rulers of the past.

[oryP 1068]

The Knight sharpened his blade, not hoping for it to lay upon elven flesh during the next disaster upon Veletzian soil.

[PrimnyaQuorum 4010]

14 minutes ago, Shmeepicus said:

If we find it on the field, our next campaign shall be in your lands, and every star shall be expunged from the night sky.

 

 

Haus spits out his tea as those star-drowned eyes of his scan over the publication. His gaze turns to the Yisar he rides atop of, in search of other problems plaguing the lands.

 

" 'You think they grasp the wastefulness of such a naivety, or have simply turned to the nearest poet?"

 

He inquires towards the abstract creature. It merely blinks back at him, and he shrugs - the paper stowed safely in a bag as he rides onward.

[ContestedSnow 1435]

"The Elves of Celia'nor ought see reason. Our conflict es niet and has niet been with them." The Duke of Vidaus remarked briefly while looking over the public letter, having taken a brief break from setting his war loot to use lining the Brotherhood of Saint Karl's armoury. No doubt the suits of armour would have to be re-fitted.

[Onnensr 1911]

Father Nerium critically analyzed the document, a favored past-time of his where he may acknowledge the good blessings and curses of any diplomatic effort, not for any other sake than the pure academic lesson of it. He valued this one to be a simple, passible form, hurt somewhat with no lucrative promises to be made to the Celia'norans. That was in itself something of another issue as well, he thought. The only promise that was made was the promise of violence should they not flee from the conflict, and he wondered if it were a show of weakness that they would cry this out now rather than before the Siege at Breakwater. Asking anyone to run with their tails between their legs was inherently insulting, all the worse done by the public medium with a guarantee of violence otherwise. Credit was deserved where it is due, "If we find it on the field, our next campaign shall be in your lands, and every star shall be expunged from the night sky," was a positively killer line. He judged this letter was indeed a threat, not all too cunning, but clear in its purpose without overextension or greater-than-average serpentry in affairs such as these. The point of, "They don't have to be there" was also a fairly common one, and truly it could be said by anyone, at any time, but now he was only nitpicking. 

He went to his filing cabinet and slid it neatly under the 7's, near the middle. A good 7.4.

[Jaslaw 602]

"Dame... Does that mean I will be able to visit my friends at Celia again? *Onon wondered... Staying rather hopeful of the fact his kin's hubris wont forsaken yet another city of the so rear eleven blood.* "MAY THR SILVER STAY SILVER." *Finished the Man... Not a fan of paintingu things Red.*

[MrMojoMordor 2413]

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa takes the missive handed to him admits the ruins of the recently obliterated keep and squints "Mi nub kno how ta reed kommon." he says looking to the one who handed it to him in hopes of a translation, yet they have already disappeared into the crowd. The disfigured creature shrugs and continues to cut off elf ears,wrapping them in the missive for later to snack on!

[Frisket 4545]

Ember placed her tea cup on the ship quarters as she pondered this letter, not recently has she visited The Dtar city, as those within Talar’nor began to immigrate to Celia’nor. However this turn of events made it wonderfully clear of what predictions may be true, the shaman luzxi must know more. 

 

“I wonder what Idril thinks” 

[CaffeinatedCrow 259]

Pale amber hues gaze upon the missive, and in the comforts of some place far from conflict, a dark haired elfess takes a breath and utters to no one but herself, "Let's hope they take this peace, otherwise- I fear the amount of elven blood that must be spilt..."