To My Lliran

[fizzyquack 566]

*A missive is printed and mailed to various leaders and notable people... the letter- written with haste*

 

 

To my lliran,
The time has come, when those in the empire have decided to shed all blood of elves. 

They first massacred Haelunor.
Then recently proceed to go to various elven cities to attempt mass slaughter.
This was not the first time, nor will be the last.
If you remain as you are, your nations will fall.

Hiding from and delaying war forever will not help.
Children will still be slaughtered.
Join us, and fight so we may keep our lives.
We gather in the Horde and Urguan... 
Lliran, please... I beg of you.

 

 

The note would not appear to be signed...

 

Spoiler

@Junoix  @Unwillingly  @LupinCrystal   @WhatASithuation  @Burnt Toast  

[Cheese 8898]

There was one elf who wandered frequently, and found herself in one of the Empire's human protectorates. She was not liked amongst the Horde, or Urguan's Cerulian vassal.

 

But she remembered.

 

Years in a land long forgotten. Years spent drugged, forcibly sedated, and locked away. People never believed her, the abuse she was subjected to, the perpetrators she attempted to escape. It was all her fault, always her and that twisted mind only addled more by the tranquilizers.

 

There were great evils in the world; Juniper knew of them well, and how they weighed heavily on the scale. What was worse, She often thought. Those who refused to believe her; who put a price on her life and attempted the very same on her family; who chased her out of a home she only thought to care for?

 

But she remembered Ark. She remembered Yera. Her cruelty beyond any other's; her greed; her corruption; her lies. Juniper heard of the lives lost to spare Ark's. It should have been her.

 

It should have been her.

 

And next, Juniper hoped, it would be the Empire she served and fueled her cruelty and slaughter. If it would not be Juniper that was believed, it would to be someone else.

[Rig 17590]

Inquisitor gaius snorts and then burns an effigy of a druid

 

”that will show them,” he seethes 

[Wolfy-D 483]

A cloaked figure read the massive next to a small fire out in the forest muttering "I did warn them this would happen" before discarding the paper into the flames and moving on.