On Serpents and False Claimants

[glassofninjas 63]

[!]From the tundra of the Aevosian north arrives a missive, its copies distributed haphazardly across the city of Celia’lin.

 

ON SERPENTS AND FALSE CLAIMANTS

Published this 10th of Snow’s Maiden, 181 S.A.

 

 

 

. . .To the so-called “Atmorices” of Celia’nor, their self-proclaimed Archon, and, respectfully, to the Principality of Celia’nor:

 

“We would rather sacrifice ourselves for our nation, our freedoms, and our Mali’fenn kin before we bow to those who will despise us.”

 

These are the words that have adorned our banner since the dawn of our people, inscribed by Siol herself as a vow for her progeny, who have for time immemorial fought and died under its auspices. It is nothing short of ironic, then, to find such words plastered upon two missives by professed “Atmorices”, who purport to pledge my bloodline to a foreign nation and spare no opportunity to slander our people and their storied history. The first missive I chose to ignore, for I took it as an ignorant mistake, and sought to see the matter settled by educating these “Atmorices” and sending a messenger to the Prince of Celia’nor. With the second missive, I see that these deluded claims persist, and so I must now formally protest.

 

I am Zalerya Atmorice, a former Warden in the Ivae’fenn, the Archvigilant of War, and Archon of the Atmorice Bloodline since the realm of Arcas. I have served the Mali’fenn for over three centuries. As I have not bestowed the title of Archon on another, under the succession laws of our people, I remain the Archon. No declaration of a foreign prince, no matter the historical proximity and friendship of our peoples, can bestow or transfer a Fennic Bloodline’s Archon title. That power lies in the Archon or, in the event of dispute, the Fennic people, through the authority of the Fennic Prince.

 

That another would claim the title is thus strange. It is stranger still to have such claimant purport to even be Mali’fenn, when in the very missive announcing her claim, she slanders our venerable ancestors and their Principality. She has even gone so far as to forsake Wyrvun–anathema for any Mali’fenn, but especially so for an Atmorice, given our bloodline’s famed stewardship of Isvinity.

 

Thus, we have a stranger to our people claiming to be Mali’fenn in contravention of her slanders of our historic Principality and way of life, claiming to be an Atmorice in contravention of our traditions, and claiming to be Archon in contravention of our laws. This I cannot abide. Through this missive, I reiterate my title as Archon of the Atmorices and respectfully request that the Prince of Celia’nor revoke his recognition of “Adelia” and claim to the fealty of my bloodline. Our peoples were close allies; we have broken bread and shed blood together. I regret that you have been deceived by this pretender, and look forward to clearing this up with you and continuing to strengthen the bonds between our peoples.

 

 

SIGNED,

Zalerya Atmorice, Archon of the Atmorices, Archvigilant of War

 

[Laeonathan 4177]

"Who is this Ser Pants you are talking about?" Raziel inquired from his favorite third cousin twice removed.

[Pearlescent 49]

"I should have listened to my advisor's, Seems valindra was right about you Zalerya" Adelia would scoff giving a light chuckle as she would read over the missive while drinking her afternoon tea before tossing it in the fireplace beside her "I suppose i have to make a written response now" the 'fenn would lament picking up her quill and some parchment

[Sphinxib 13]

Two eyes rested onto the missive as the exhausted Iva read. In the past, rage would've filled the youngster's veins. Righteous, blood-thirsty ire, directed to that family member which knifed it's kin in the back. Though Iva merely sighed, vindicated. As if released from the turmoil of suspicion, Iva finally had justification for their distrust. "I was right not to trust her" remarked Iva through their later morning trainings to Aldous "She DID attempt to harm Adelia, as I thought." clarified the fennic reject. "I consistently see what is to come, yet I am never given audience"

[JJosey 1298]

"This is what Vytrek would have wanted. Good work Zalerya" Speaks a distant 'fenn.

[NLThomas 1086]

"Usurper and a liar. She has no right to call herself Atmorice nor Fennic with her voidal taint." The Court Alchemist of Celia'nor spoke to the metalic raven on his shoulder as he stood in the forge. Placing the missive down to work on some new weapon. Hammer strike after strike ring the yellow hot metal. "The Prince was foolish to be deceived by a farce snake's words. Nay. A worm. I do hope the young Prince will grow wiser from this.."

[Elennanore 2846]

"Snow Elves..." Ellenore av Eiriksdóttir frowns.

[Morigung-oog 2558]

“Called it.” Chimed Valindra with a look of smug glee. “If only they’d listened to me before..”

[Crymson 485]

Glynfir raised a brow upon reading the missive then nodded. “Good on you, Zalerya. Glad you’re still around. They claim to follow Vytrek’s dream but none of them remember what that actually was.”

[Punished_Pup 1387]

Laerdya gives it an idle glance over
"You claim you wish to strengthen our bonds, yet you were unable to deal with the matter privately, having the need to 'showcase the wrong' for the world to see, which to me suggests your claim is not as strong as you wish it so."
She'd remark before carrying on with her day.

[Adelemphii 994]

Eliyen Drakon fishes happily with her trusty blindfold covering her eyes, unbeknownst to the fact that the young ones are bickering again.

 

 

[Altered 79]

Cenwihn looks over the missive with a grin. "Those who forsake our traditions and Wyrvun hold ne legitimacy whatsoever. These deluded 'Atmorices' shall hold ne power nor respect within our people so long as they disgrace their ancestors and Wyrvun."