OPERATION STARFALL

[Morigung-oog 5700]

 

 

 

Ay’Larihei

 

Written and Issued by the Office of Okarir’tir and elSohaer

Published on the 15th of Amber Cold, 225 S.A

 

 

 

On a fateful night one night a band of three Sillumir, known only as #096, #081, and an unknown patriot rode up to the gates of Celia’nor. This late into the war, and this late into the night, not much was expected of the Starlanders, such has been in previous engagements against them. To their pleasant surprise, a shout bellowed from the rooftops 

 

“Driaar of Celia’nor, ring the bell, the cowards of Haelun’or are back!!!”

 

An Ibarellan declared. 

 

What was a common night time patrol, became a fight for survival, and within moments a group of seven Starlanders had been rallied to defend against the Sillumir incursion. 

 

Blades were drawn, arrows were fired. By the time the dust had settled, Four of the Seven Starlanders had laid slain, the other three cowering in their city. Out of the Three Sillumir, none lay dead. 

 

 

 

 

To The Fallen State of Celia’nor,

 

Is this truly what you have become? The lands I once fought for hosted a truly formidable force. We would march into battle, cutting down even the mightiest of foes with not a single troop dead. “What has changed?” You might ask.

 

To those of us who sit beyond the questionable safety of your walls, the answer is as clear as day; your own citizens, abandoned and forsaken, your alliances shoddy at best and your integrity in shambles. As one who knew Princess Ivarielle personally, I am most thankful that she is not present to witness the husk she breathed life into shrivel and perish for she would surely see your royalty disowned and the city left in ruin. 

 

To outnumber your foes two-to-one and still lose is to spit upon your Fennic heritage, and to a nation of mages, scholars and academics no less. 

 

Your forces topple like strategically placed dominoes set by my hand; and so I must ask.

 

What is it that you hope to achieve?

 

Perhaps you seek to scavenge the final broken shards of your honor. Perhaps you cling to the hope of life in your city amidst its dying breaths and death rattles. It matters not; regardless of what you may strive for, the outcome of this conflict is preordained.

 

And so it is that I offer the Starlit Citizenry once more the safety of asylum in elcihi’thilln should they let go of the false hope of Celia’nor’s survival. Our walls hold firm, while your own crumble from both inside and out.

 

It is a mercy offered but once, and shall not be extended for a second time should you falter from the path of Silver once again

 

I shall be waiting.

 

 

 

Maehr’sae hiylun’ehya

 

Laurir Valindra Liavyre-Nullivari, Sohaer of the Silver State of Haelun’or, Protector of Larihei’s Will, The First Veilwatcher

 

Okarir’tir of the Silver State of Haelunor

 

[MailC3p 2415]

A beat, and battered #096 found his way back to the Silver City upon achieving victory within Starland. "Victory!" The Soldier would just hardly be able to make out. "Call for ElSohaer, she needs word of what we had just accomplished."  He cried out once more. "now, where is the medic?"

[Laeonathan 5898]

"Ivarielle would certainly hate to see what has become of her realm," Raziel agreed with Valindra.

 

"Musin nobility..." He grumbled again.

[molly molly molly 1345]

Ilvara the Cruel rides home, breastplate decadently painted with Celian blood. Uninjured. Satisfied. They were outnumbered, but it did not matter. Words could not profess how pleasing it was to watch their foe route, and slither away like snakes.

 

"They claim Haelun'or to be cowards. I heard them shout it. Let the world know it was they who fled to their ivory towers. They who could not back words with steel. @MailC3pOkarir'tir- I desire a foe that does not disgrace the blood that flows through their veins." 

 

 

"Maehr’sae hiylun’ehya."

[Venomous_Pup 2978]

"Let the Stars Fall." Muses a Witch, having foretold this and watches with delight.

[KidKrinkles 2044]

Victor eyed the missive as he'd passed, taking it into his hand; though leaving it on the board. His eye quickly scanned through, lower lip puffing out for a moment.

"Operation Starfall goes 'ard as feck fer'a name." He'd say, towards no one in particular.

[Yeetboy0206 1574]

Estevot reads this...and he rides to Celia'nor to meet with a friend.