AN EMPTY NIGHT SKY

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AN EMPTY NIGHT SKY

In the year 226 of the Second Age

13th of The Amber Cold

 

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To the Royarch,

 

I appreciate you responding to my letters with an open mind. Thus far, you have been quite amiable, and it is clear that you care about your people, even if our views may differ. Contrary to the flurry of angry letters, messages and glares my men and I received after delivering our proposition to your doorstep, I do hope you didn’t have any troubles when deliberating over what was asked of you. I write to you today to declare that you have reached the final stretch in which this offer stands. The clock is ticking, and you do not have time to waste entertaining the foolish summits of your allies whilst your thrones are being stolen and your people grow weary beneath the relentless thunder of our assaults. My proposal—and the convenience it offers you—will remain on the table for only one more month. If you fail to provide an official response within that time, I will rescind my offer, leaving you doomed to fall into ashen ruin alongside your Haeseni friends—unless you recognize that their endeavor is futile and will bring both your nation and its people to nothing but extinction. You all are so hell-bent on aiding the excommunicated kingdoms in their defense when their consequence for defeat will be but a mere setback upon their sinful road, whilst the punishment for the people of Celia’nor promises its absolute annihilation—your history and legacy erased with nothing but fairy tales of a forgotten past lest you transfer it’s care over to me. Your journey has met its end, with any and all roads of continuance leading back to the offer at hand. 

 

The countdown has begun. One month. Take the offer, or don’t—but choose wisely, for the fate of your people lies in your grasp. 

Hadrian van Aert

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"A new dawn will be upon us soon, I'm sure." Adalhart von Draco told to Hadrian as he watched him publicize his letter to the realms of Aevos. 

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The Ibarellan Royarch's eyes lingered in weighing thought as a missive was cast upon her desk, delivered ever so quaintly by the favor of a common bird, entrusted with the sole duty of carrying messages across the realm. With a heavy heart, Iryne began to stir, a quill resting within her fingers, awaiting her command should the Princess so choose to write.

Time passed in the ire of her silence, deliberation trailing in her wake. Finally, she wrote. Yet her words were privy only to the valah who had authored the missive she received. Her intent, however, was clear, a conference was to be held within a month's time, where only fate and the stars might dictate what was to come.

With her Highness's message now penned, she quietly offered its parcel to the bird. And off it went, vanishing into the depths of the starlit skies, guided by the heavenly lights that led it and all who walked beneath them.

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Upon the streets of Celia'nor, Ember walked and roamed making sure, the capital, which she once shared with allies and friends now empty. Was somewhat safe. 

 

but upon the bulletin board was a public letter signed to the royarch, which she read. Her heart heavy and nervous. It is now raging with fury and fire.

"I will not have my peoples blood dragged and forgotten.... no more chances. the time is now"