[!] In Response to a Public Missive...

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Credits to @Kabaffahpfor formatting and corrections, something is up with the forums and cannot freaking work out the images....

 

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OOC: I could not find a good song, for this post, just listen to what ever fits the tone honestly....

 

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[!] In return, a Owl flew across Azuras from north to south into the Urguan borders. Crossing the mountains o which the Dwarven kins presence was felt great, the owl had found its way to the window of the “Maelstorm” Household In it a letter emvelope. This private letter, was attached with a public missive, which somehow, was nailed to the bulletin board of Cerulia, The Dwarven Capital, and the halfling village.

 

 

 

IN RESPONSE…

 

To my friends, enemies, allies, and acquaintances alike, Hullo!.

I write this missive not in shame, but in celebration. Those who know me, need no introduction; those who do not shall have one now. I am Vivien Maelstorm. I hold no grand born titles, only those earned through my service and my associations. I live in Aelwen, in peace, with my wife, my allies, and my two adopted sons. I have served the Empire through the Imperial College of Magic, a body now dismantled not by my hand, but by the actions of one traitor whose name I don’t not know even after the damage was done and mages across the crownlands are to be considered Exterminatus, unless authorized.

And yet, I am the one accused.

By rumour, and by the venom of those who find it easier to point than to prove, I have been made the convenient villain. Aerith Maelstorm claims I conspired in an attempt upon His Imperial Majesty’s life. I did not. Still, for some odd reason from Aerith, for the crime of proximity, I was condemned. This was not even the first time. I was once before disowned over the tragedy known as the Silver Slaughter, when Haelun’or was judged for its association with darkspawn. The Imperial Knights investigated. The Empire passed sentence. Yet again, my name was dragged into the mud. I was further accused of the disappearance of Xavier Adiler, a man wanted for treason and insubordination in the Empire, and a man Idunia itself sought to see captured. His fate was not mine to decide yet I was blamed regardless.

This endless cycle of accusation grows tiring.

While others whisper and posture, I work. I build. I invent. I labour all day in and all night out, to create things that might one day improve the world and those who live within it. And yet Cerulia chooses to let a woman whose sole legacy is selling trinkets and sending missives represent Cerulia, while she spits my name into the streets as though it were entertainment?

Is this what Cerulia now stands for?

Is this your most valued citizen, a voice of gossip and spite? I refuse to believe so. I know minds and spirits within that city worthy of respect: Gusiam Jusmia, Edvard Kervallen, and others who carry the pride of Eshtael and the old spirits. And yet you allow yourselves to be represented by one who would drag you down with her words, her intellect, and her actions.

As for these declarations of disownment and the fingers pointed at me by my own blood, they mean nothing.

Do not fear my arrival in Cerulia, should it come. If I walk your streets, it will not be for pleasantries. It will be for business… or for practice. Know, however, that Aelwen is not part of this feud. El’Sirame and El’Soaher are untouched by my family’s failures. The lands of the Acaelen Principality remain open to all who seek peace, love, and rest. My doors are open. My arms are open. My ears remain open to any who wish to understand what truly unfolds behind this farce.

However, do not point fingers at someone whom you do not either know or fully understand. I have done nothing of which Aerith accuses me for, her actions are sourced from delusions or lies which are wrapped in truth. Iblees roams you brick streets after all.

 

 

 

 

Signed

Vivien Maelstorm

@parasolsys

 

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To Aerith

 

You are despicable. You know that, don’t you?

Every time I think I’ve found some stable ground with you, every time I believe our relationship has finally settled into something real, I’m reminded how hollow it is. You drift through time wrapped in your own madness, mistaking chaos for depth. I was ready to offer you a place beside me, a home where you and everyone under your roof could be safe when the coming war turns the world to ash. I am not offering that any more.

You anger me in a way few ever have. Everything you do is performance: fishing for pity, manufacturing reasons to play the martyr, to justify bringing yet another child into a storm you cannot control. And you think a missive is enough to strip me of my name? To declare me no Maelstorm?

Grandmother understood what that name meant. She knew what it took to carve it into the world, which is why she ruled in Vortice. You, by contrast, cling to the rotting bottom of our history, trapped in a barrel you sealed yourself inside. I lost my mother the day I left Vortice not because of distance, but because you stopped being her long after that.

My mentor was right. You will not change. It was foolish of me to expect otherwise. You do not listen. You do not see. Your mind is as clogged and narrow as an automaton’s sight line.

So I will stop trying to reason with you.

I will show you plainly, undeniably, that I am worthy of the name Maelstorm.

You want the name taken from me, erase it?

For the next two years, every single elven Saturday, I will sit in the Volcanic lands, home to our favoured element. There I will sit, and wait for you, from Noon to eve, if not, I am willing to schedule it. We will duel, till either yield or death. Bring an audience, or yourself. So long as they do not interfere. If you win, I relinquish my title, even if I am dead. If I win, I simply get bragging rights, and to simply show you what you lost. Fail to meet me half way, I and my allies, will consider all Maelstorms cowards, degenerates, and mage hacks.  You crossed the final line.

As for me, If you fail to show, alone or surrounded by supporters. I will kill you on sight, public or not. You are a pain in my ass, and the only thing I do is fix problems, as any artificer will do. 

 

And you are everyone's problem.