The Truth

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I know what you want the truth to be. You want the world to believe that the brave men, women, and constructs who left did so out of petty anger—that they were upset Vali did not become king, or that they were jealous of the Norns, who scramble over each other like dogs begging for scraps of victimhood, desperate to make this exodus about themselves.

 

But the truth is, it doesn’t matter.

 

I have no energy to throw accusations at you, nor do I imagine you have the time to respond to petty missives like volleys of arrows across a field already abandoned. What has broken will not be mended. What has fractured cannot be put back together.

 

This parting was inevitable. If it had not been the Moot, it would have been some other catalyst. It was not a sudden betrayal, nor a moment’s rage, but the slow unraveling of a thread worn too thin. I have come to accept that Norland is not what I wanted it to be—just as I have come to accept that it is not mine to deem worthy or unworthy. It is simply no longer my home.

 

I know that the events of the moot shook you. That this exodus has weighed on you, just as it has weighed on those who chose to leave. It is a wound that will not heal easily, I hope you can understand why we responded the way we did, and I do not blame you for lashing out in response. I only hope that, in time, you will come to understand why we made this choice.

 

Every man, woman, and child of Norland was born free. It is what sets us apart from the Southlanders. To condemn those who chose to walk a different path is to deny the very spirit of Norland itself. You may not agree with their choice, but it was theirs to make. Accept whatever truth you must to make Norland what you want it to be, I relinquish it, it is yours to watch over now.

 

I say these things not to reignite old wounds, but so you understand that this is not anger speaking. This is not hatred. This is the simple truth.

 

And so, for what it is worth, I offer you absolution of guilt—or at the very least, my own forgiveness.

 

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Vykk Volaren

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I love you.

 

[DahStalker 3692]

Only briefly did that bronze-colored woman bid the time to read the top portion of that letter, taking her time due to the misfortune of her poor reading skills. However, at some point she stopped, and swiftly penned a letter back. 
 

"To Vykk, who wrote this. I do not know what is happening. I did not read your letter it was too long. But I saw you called my broedrs dogs. I ask you kindly, do not come to Solgaard or Norland again. I will kill you. 
- Ljúfvina."

[ferdaboy 3472]

Kenswey, first Thegn of Nordengrad, rolled in his grave. He thought back to his home, destroyed by Rurikid politics and infighting. He had hoped the cycle would end, yet it seemed it would never.

 

 

[Narthok 10416]

"Literally just have a civil war," Says an ancient Ruric patriarch who wrote the tenets that everyone quotes. 

[𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍 2451]

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[simpleglitchbro 529]

Váli simply speaks to himself as he walks along the roads-nothing to accompany him but the ice, snow, and any unsavory denizen within the frozen wastes. "They may say what they wish about me-about us, but words shall not mend a schism of this size." he squats down momentarily, beginning the process of striking up a nearby fire. "To prove credence to one's words, they must act. I have no intention of floundering about, I've still a flame to burn, after all."

[sprtn 3340]

7 hours ago, Narthok said:

"Literally just have a civil war," Says an ancient Ruric patriarch who wrote the tenets that everyone quotes. 

"i dont think he's winning that" says an ancient azdrazi who wrote his own ca application

[Narthok 10416]

58 minutes ago, Greehn said:

"i dont think he's winning that" says an ancient azdrazi who wrote his own ca application

"Won't know until he tries" responds the old man

[PerfectLittleLady 144]

Sindri sets down the missive. "The High Keeper doesnt understand...hopefully she will one day."

[Aimy_lol 429]

Amethyne swiftly reads through the missive a couple of times before placing it atop the other stacks of paper in her room. Her head would shake once more before a sigh was exhaled, "Some people are just simply blind to see the truth. This missive is evidence of a truth."

[PanicZealot 648]

As the Captain sailed away from the place he had called home for so many years. He knew that the people were harsh, but to be so blind to the lies. It did not sit right with him. He wondered what his late wife would think of their home now, but those were thoughts for another day. "Goodbye," he said simply.

[PestyWarlock 539]

Farian scanned Vykk, the Founder, Volaren's response, nodding once slowly. "We shall move forward, no longer tethered by complacency." The elder's head turns towards the stack of letters he's received, nations, vassals, and citizens abound sending their support in his family's exodus. "There are those who understand our plight, who are not blinded by visions of false gods and self-aggrandizing."

[ShinyB 567]

Sera Gylldene doesn't check the missive. She is enjoying her freedom.

Mylo Malto-Gylldene reads the Founder's words with a heavy heart. "To go from blaming us, to begging us to come back, to claiming they never wanted us in the first place." He sighs as he folds the missive and places it on an ever growing stack. "May they toil among themselves. We move forward."

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On 2/27/2025 at 6:06 AM, DahStalker said:

Only briefly did that bronze-colored woman bid the time to read the top portion of that letter, taking her time due to the misfortune of her poor reading skills. However, at some point she stopped, and swiftly penned a letter back. 
 

"To Vykk, who wrote this. I do not know what is happening. I did not read your letter it was too long. But I saw you called my broedrs dogs. I ask you kindly, do not come to Solgaard or Norland again. I will kill you. 
- Ljúfvina."

 

"I do not Think I could sum up a more accurate example of my point exactly, so thank you stranger, you have proved me correct in my assumptions."

[Lunan_EXE 223]

Chief Estel Foxtrot-Anarórë of Norland looked upon the letter amidst packing her office. For two centuries she had been undeniably loyal to Norland, and now, perhaps she would have to remove Norland from her title if she wanted to garner any respect. Her nation was becoming a joke led by jesters.