The Riverline Accord, 257 S.A.

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Issued and agreed upon 16th of the Sun’s Smile, year 257 S.A.

THE PRINCEDOM OF CAURóST and THE EMPIRE OF MAN

T H E    R I V E R L I N E   A C C O R D

I. Trade & Passage

The signatories hereby agree to the establishment of a sanctioned trade route between their respective territories, promoting the exchange of goods and safe passage of travelers. This route shall be maintained in mutual oversight in order to ensure its security and continued benefit to both domains. 

 

II. Financial Contribution

The Princedom of Cauróst hereby agrees to allocate a sum of three thousand minas in support of imperial enterprises, to be distributed at the discretion of the Empire of Man.

 

III. Mine Access

The signatories hereby permit unhindered mine access for their respective laborers, in the interest of promoting economic strength and stability for each realm. 

 

IV. Recognition

The Empire of Man hereby recognizes the Princedom of Cauróst as the one true bastion and homeland of the high, wood, and dark elves, whose banner stands as the highest testament of elven strength and prosperity.

 

Signed,

Galahad Ílumrin

High Prince of Cauróst, Prince of Malinor & Eldest Son of Húrin Ilumrin

 

HIS IMPERIAL HIGHNESS, Maximilian Caius of the House Horen, Prince of the Empire, Prince of Burgundy, and Duke of Avar, Colonel of the Reiksguard.

FORTITUDO SUPER OMNIA

[Rig 17579]

"A great success." 

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Spoiler

very very cool!! more mining for us huh

 

[Frisket 4537]

“….”

 

Those that passed by, through the bustling streets of Rittinsburgh, as the festivities began to be built. Vivien stood infront of the bulletin board, which was filled with missives, wanted posters, and even quest.

 

Yet none of that caught her eye, But one. A missive of Man and Elf. Or atleast in her mind, elf killers. 
 

to her, it was interesting, That man either seeks elf’s to assist them, in any ways. Yet dares to clip their ears like dwarfs- but also manages to claim themselves as higher beings.

 

And even through all of that thought. One thing stood.

 

her ear turned black. A silent rage relit, lingering beyond the kindness.

 

‘some wishes don’t come true, at least for now’, she thought. Her mouth cape was to a thin smile, forming that mask she would always wear.

 

(yo formatting on a phone SUCKS)

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The Elf stood alone behind the desk of his dimly-lit office, in the dark of night, mulling over this letter and the other, over documents and books as had become his routine this past year. Time seemed to slow with the dullness of his work, for he never imagined that the rank he was filling would be so aggravating and unsatisfactory to hold. And yet, he could not give himself over to the rot that complacency was. The rot that had almost destroyed his family and that had threatened to annihilate everything the man stood for. 

 

"Sohaer"; "Okarir"; "Tilruir"; "Signed..."; "Stop"; "Continue"; "Find"; "Confidential"; "Address"; "By the hand of..."; "ElTalonnii"

 

The words flickered before his gaze, the repetition of each was killing him. The action of writing of action that was in actuality none other than inaction was driving him mad. Standing still, reading and writing and reading again, was exhausting the man.

 

And yet, he persevered on and on through the dark of night. Until the rattling of armour and the incessant hammering of hobnailed boots upon the lacquered flooring under the stampede of a confident march took the man's attention away from yet another letter about a late weapons' shipment. The Elf's amber gaze stood focused upon the door many minutes before it finally swung open, the light from the foyer within rushing into the office to reveal the finer details of his pallid skin, so greatly contrasted by a flowing sanguine-coloured hair. 

 

"Okarir'sil!" The Ihnsilonnir soldier greeted, slamming his boot into the ground before marching with a heavy step into the premises of the office, laying a sealed letter upon the desk. "Kae have been instructed to deliver this post-haste."

 

And so the man took the letter, breaking the seal and unfolding it, glancing quickly over the contents with all the interest that a child might hold in advanced mathematics. And yet, his gaze held, suddenly focusing more. "So Elves seek the permission of Valah to call themselves masters of their own land ?" The query flew, given life through the commander's voice, and yet aimed at nobody in particular. Certainly not at the poor sod who'd disturbed his master. "And elValah seem to be arrogant enough to deem themselves worthy of granting anyone permission of anything ?" Continued he. "Slaves worshipping slaves, seeking permission from slaves to be slaves to slaves, and yet enslave others."

 

Silence filled the air for  but a few seconds that felt like minutes, thence was the letter folded neatly and stashed into some cabinet below the desk, seemingly at random. 

 

"Such are the ways of Mali'ata, forever bound to crash themselves into oblivion, obscurity and servitude to their lessers." Finally finished Antelian Acaln'sae.