ON THE MATTER OF THE MORI'QUESSIR

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ON THE MATTER OF THE MORI’QUESSIR

 

IT WILL BE DEATH WHICH SHALL CONSUME YOU

ᛁᛏ ᚹᛁᛚᛚ ᛒᛖ ᛞᛖᚨᛏᚺ ᚹᚺᛁᚲᚺ ᛊᚺᚨᛚᛚ ᚲᛟᚾᛊᚢᛗᛖ ᛁᛟᚢ

 

 

Issued by HIGH-KING HARALDR, on the 25th of Thoromirsangr, IAÁ ASKR AR 600, AGE OF REKINDLING; 

 

 

HEED ELDRHIRD,

 

 Those known to descendants as the Mori or Mori’quessir for full have made their presence known upon the continent. Many are privy to their dealings and a few recall their doings upon the continent's past. Many might tolerate them and many more may welcome them within their homes, embracing them as though they were long lost. 

 

Let the many do as they wish. For the North shan’t. Whilst we bear witness to their coming, we bring no warmth to the Empress and her children, we share none of it, we care not to do so either. Instead, should any Mori’quessir find themselves in the lands of the Hearth, they will subsequently be met with Northern steel, for we will tolerate them not.

 

Take this as your first and final warning. You may attempt to reverse this decision by way of discourse with members of my High Hearth and the High-Keeper. But the AllFather and his subjects will not suffer the likes of yours within our borders.

 

Thus let it be clear, should any Mori’quessir traverse our lands, they will be hanged.

 

 

AND SO IT SHALL BE, BY THE WILL OF OUR ALLFATHER,

 

HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Haraldr av Edvardsson Ruric
as High-King of Norland, High Chieftain of the House of Ruric, Chieftain of the Clan Edvardsson, Jarl of Verdegrad, Blood of the Herald & Lord of the Ashwood Throne, Protector of the Highlanders

 

HER EMINENCE, Sissel Freysdóttir av Ruric

as Master of the Order of the First Flame, High Keeper of the Red Faith & the Flame Imperishable

[psychra_notte 618]

A particular Mori merchant scoffed, upon seeing the missive, "As if we had not known this, after many of our kith had been slaughtered." Taloned digits held the paper, adding, "And how does this one expect us to make delegations, if we cannot enter their borders?" Then, it chittered in amusement, "Oh well, there will always be other places to barter and trade."

[Navigator 4260]

Szorruil skimmed over the missive, and with a roll of its ten-eyed gaze, cast it into the fire of his friend's tower, glancing out from the window.

"A shame... Their utilisation and applications of our steel are so pathetic. . . They could've learned so much from us. . . Well, no wonder they died the most in the war."

The Almaris-surviving Tribune returning to his reading on the True Faith.

[Stag 3229]

 Crealo was finally given the missive to read after the long line of Xalythi had their time with it. “B-but how are we to make our special brew now?” His lanky body skittered around as he traced the missive, deep in thought. “Their wells of peculiar, tasty waters seep up from below. Now we must source it another way… Crealo would have been very helpful too.” 

[spaazmatism 1017]

༺༓—༶—————≽ ꙮ ≼—————༶—༓༻

In a dank, obscure crevice deep within Nornish territory, this missive was read over. Many, many eyes studied it, though only six had the means to understand it.

The bearer of those six translated the missive, for the innumerable litanies of her kin who were present within that cave.
"L'sssiks-srow inbal screus naubol dal Almaris. Udos elggen nind lodias h'uena; ol orn tlu xunor h'uena mzild."

A hissing chuckle escaped her, as she made to pack her things, and abandon her subterranean hovel.

The swarm of countless spiders bid her farewell.
 

 

[Coronate 5519]

"If the Pagans know better Sar Logan, surely those of God will not suffer these abominations either?" A young page and ring-leader of the anti-Mori riot of Rittersberg asked of the honorable Knight. @Barbarus

[Onnensr 1908]

"It is such a shame to see the TOLERANT East persecute such noble, kind, honest, and upstanding visitors to our surface world! Why, just the other day I witnessed a hoard of Mori' children pull a family out of a burning carriage and offered of their own allowances the funds to get the family home! What type of world are we creating for the purest among us when this is how we greet new friends?"

[ichigomaster98 966]

The Mori Deleter reads this missive as they stand atop their tower in the very center of Norland's newest fortress capital of Verdrgrad, massive warbow in hand, the very same bow that slew Mori 8 at a time across the horizon. "Not all hope is lost for this generation, perhaps they still remember how Norland was the only nation to defeat the Mori on Nyrheim, how we killed them in the uncountable hordes." The elder spake to the maiden of metal at their side. "Though it is perhaps good the other nations were so ineffective at exterminating the Mori, it leaves more for me kill after so long." A fragment of this ancient archer spoke then: "To set new records, and to feed the descendant of Aartvamn, let us see how many more of their corpses we can stack."

[EmiliainWonderland 2309]

13 hours ago, ichigomaster98 said:

The Mori Deleter reads this missive as they stand atop their tower in the very center of Norland's newest fortress capital of Verdrgrad, massive warbow in hand, the very same bow that slew Mori 8 at a time across the horizon. "Not all hope is lost for this generation, perhaps they still remember how Norland was the only nation to defeat the Mori on Nyrheim, how we killed them in the uncountable hordes." The elder spake to the maiden of metal at their side. "Though it is perhaps good the other nations were so ineffective at exterminating the Mori, it leaves more for me kill after so long." A fragment of this ancient archer spoke then: "To set new records, and to feed the descendant of Aartvamn, let us see how many more of their corpses we can stack."

The Mori Deleter's wife muses at the missive, seeking out her spouse. Aged as she was, she recalled the Mori and their crimes against the descendants. "This is good news. I was just saying at that tourney that I saw a Mori and thought my age was truly progressing on me. Yet they are real and we have not forgotten their crimes against us. Nor should we." The Auvergnat said in visible disgust.