Tyrand's Reckoning

[Caedis 436]

 

IN CELEBRATION OF ACHIEVEMENT

 

 

THE EAST HAS FALLEN - Tyrand, once the indomitable bastion of The Harrower’s influence in Eastern Ailmere, sits with its gates blasted open, towers set alight, and residents put mercilessly to the sword.

 

LED BY THE INGENUITIVE Norlandic battle-bards, the combined forces of Norland, Kaethul and Nevaehlen launched a vicious bombardment upon the Fort of Tyrand, before engaging in a mountained assault upon their gates. 

Our enemies utilised ice to encourage difficult terrain, from whence they could release volleys of arrows upon our approaching forces.

Behind the breached gates lay a trap - wooden walls hastily erected around even more ice, providing cover for their fresh ranks of archers whilst, beneath that ice, lay near overwhelming monstrosities. Corpse golems. Beings of flesh stitched together from the fallen and unrecovered bodies of Reinmar, Celia’nor and Haense - all now put to rest upon the pyre, in the hopes that it may grant their souls peace.

 

EVEN WITH THEIR ARMIES, the Raiders of Ailmere were massacred down to the last. The combined power and might of these three forces eradicated the Chosen and dispatched the Thralls. VICTORY WAS ACHIEVED.

 

THIS MISSIVE AIMS TO both inform the world of our findings, and ensure due commendation is awarded to those who performed exceedingly well during this offensive.

 

TWO IMPORTANT FINDINGS WERE discovered within the walls of Tyrand. 

Firstly: The presence of a Frost Witch shrine, confirming reports that the Frost Witches are in dealings with The Harrower’s forces. This shrine was aptly destroyed.

Secondly: Information on the Harrower’s central Camp. Within those wooden walls you may observe a small forest of ancient trees - They call this place The Grove. Whatever lies inside there, it is clear this place holds a unique importance to the Harrower, and potentially even the Tribes of Ailmere who now stand enthralled and chained beneath his banner.

 

 

THE FOLLOWING WORDS ARE dedicated to the brave warriors who fought to take Tyrand, and provide this monumental victory. Each and every soldier, adventurer, citizen, mage and druii who fought alongside us deserves praise. The battle was taxing, the fighting was fierce and bloody, and many times it looked as if defeat was the natural outcome. This victory was possible because of every single individual who took up arms, left the comfort and safety of their homes, and pushed themselves into a war of righteousness and justice. I thank you, and pray you will continue to stand at my side as we drive our blades deeper into the Heart of Darkness.

 

KAETHUL THUS GIVES PERSONAL commendations to the following individuals:

 

ARIANE DRAKON - A warrior with an unparalleled sense of battle and strategy. When duty called, she was there. This woman not only stood at the forefront of conflict, even pushing herself to hold our left flank alone, but also defeated numerous marked, Thralls, and Chosen, all whilst ensuring her comrades, myself included, remained safe from devil sorcery and sharp blades alike. To call her friend, is an honour too great to state.

 

OBOK METALDRINKS - A dwed who, alone, proves Urguan’s might and strength. This valiant, sturdy soldier not only captured the Raider’s gates, but interrupted the vile spellcasting of Inferi Warlocks by beating them with his hammer, before even leaping atop the first golem sewn from corpses, and repeatedly decimating what constituted as a ‘head’. Obok played several vital roles during the siege, and I would rather stand alongside no other man should the choice be given to me.

 

TALIYUN’ORRIR SIRAME - A druii who deserves more respect than half the Knights I’ve witnessed, and a tragic loss in the War against Ailmere. Nature itself weeps for his death, and after standing alongside the man, I know why. When the day comes that my children ask me what the Druids of Nevaelhem are like, it is the story of Taliyun’orrir that I will tell them. It is his bravery, courage, strength, honour and sacrifice, that I will pass down to my own blood, ensuring his memory in the hearts of Man lives on. May he rest well in Nature’s embrace.

 

FARIAN MALTO-GYLLDENE and VICNAN HAWKINS-GYLLDENE - Two members of the Norlandic Gylldene Clan, whose contributions for our pushes into the siege were astronomical. Both of these honourable men utilised their bardic magic in the most selfless and trusting way possible, using a spell that rendered all enemies who witnessed them incapable, whilst also rendering themselves the same. This magic not only disabled enemy archers from launching their volley, but even took down the primary group of Chosen, allowing our allies to swiftly cut them down. If I had to give my life to anyone and trust them to keep it safe - it would go to one of these two fine men. The Gylldene Clan once again proves its fame and prestige is rightfully deserved.

 

I WILL ONCE MORE state the importance and virtue of every single member of our fighting force. You were all vital. You shall continue to be so.

 

 

SIGNED,

 

 DAINN,

Sword of Purity, Guardian of the Unicorn, Priest of Eraan

 

JUNIPER ROSE,

Royal Scribe of Kaethul, Anti-Darkspawn Air Shielder

 

[Cheese 8892]

Juniper shows off the missive she helped format to her boyfriend when she visits him in prison. "See!" She assured him, "We've been doing so well. Soon we'll get you cured." @Rushodan

[Operator_Bugman 347]

An engineer read through the missive as he worked out in the cold, snow landing and resting on gears and cogs as a new creation began to take form in the cold tundra.

"Good, I'll give something new for you to play with."

[Rushodan 191]

The Yosei dips his head softly at the missive, before offering a slightly sarcastic frown. "Where is my special mention. . . I fought too. . ." He looks to Juniper, unable to keep a serious expression on his face for long.

@Cheese

[Wulfric 472]

Obok Metaldrinks couldn't help but smile a bit as he saw his personal commendation.
 

[Nimbus_Strike 271]

The fennic warrior read the news from her warm Norlandic home, a small smile coming to her lips at the mention of her name, as she sipped a cup of hot cocoa.
 

"It was a hard-fought war, but everyone did their part. I do wish he mentioned the part where I parried that fireball though... And may the soul of that wise druid rest easy amongst the Eternal Forest."

 

"Jiusae tr'fenn, Wyrvun. Vhalu eiyau Orohe. Nay chiraeu tr'dramar yir."

Edited April 3, 2024 by Nimbus_Strike

[Saun_399 289]

Now stripped of his warpaint, with armour tucked away in a closet, suggested to be LOCKED by his disappointed mother. The son of Hawkins-Gylldene calls out for his father as he picks up the missive.

"BABA. They mentioned you and UNCLE FARIAN again in the leaf!"