Condemnation of One's Own Kind

[Mynto 107]

[ ! ] The following missive is sent out into every city, every town, every nook and cranny upon the backs of clumsy but determined beetles. Have any to be opened, it'd read:

 

 

Lorandil Sindarin, you are the type of man who'd rather pick a fight with some guy than visit your only child.

This is far from the first time, what is it now.... the fifth? Sixth?

 

I'm tired.

 

So, I shall offer the people what they want. A dead elf and mina.

 

 

My first missive to the general public and Lorandil, forgive me, for I will admit now to the many errors in my writing. I am, as well, quite shy and drunk. However:

I hereby place a bounty on Lorandil Sindarin for twenty-five hundred mina. 

 

Such a bounty may be completed upon showing me all of the following:
 

His head- or more specifically his mechanical eyes. Both of his arm prosthetics. His singular leg prosthetics. I request that such be stolen off of his corpse, so that if his soul dares to revive, it shall have to do so struggling and begging for help amongst strangers. 

 

Have one prefer it, such a sum can be provided in herbs. Two thousand and five hundred mina in herbs, all of which are evenly priced at 3 mina per. I thought it'd be a rather fun and whimsical option, for I own that many to afford to do so. 

 

Pay shall be docked by 1000 mina have I to get word that either Aurelith Silevon or my ward Delphin be harmed because of Lorandil's unforgiving pen. 

 

Additionally, an extra two hundred and fifty mina may be granted to have someone or some party bring my dearest cousin Celia'dant Ana'halrae with them, and assist her in slaying Lorandil. I will only provide this bonus after I hear her own lips recite what transpired between all present. Such a bonus is mina only; no herbs can be earned in such a way, lest one would like to use a portion of the initial bounty in place for it.  I do encourage my cousin's participation so that she may very well receive some form of closure against her now ex-husband. 

 

Profile:

Gender: Male

Race: Elf (high)
Height: 6'0 without his supports

Build: lean build, only 1 flesh and blood limb of note.

Head: Abhorrently scarred, missing ears, white medium (for men) hair, blue eyes. 

 

Such a marred form has been earned due to a werewolf attack.

 

As for my own credentials, I would assure you all that they remain as aggressively neutral as always. I left Haelun'or and its culture more than 70 years ago. Whilst yes, I speak to them, I speak to everyone and almost everything that comes my way. Darkspawn, of course, are exempt. I have worked loyally for a single establishment for forty years as both a therapist and psychiatrist, and was later hired to teach Mechanics of the Mind and Psychology and Behavior at a university. A fight has been picked against a social worker, a noncombatant, and an illed man. I understand Lorandil's turmoil too well, for in many ways I am in the same situation. I am, but the shell of a high elf promised to be one of the "thill", alas, unlike Lorandil- I cannot be one. For I am lacking severely in one of their highest values, health. To be born this way, and with no one to blame but poor genetics, would've been cruel no matter the race I'd been born into. I have never held this back from my patients, the authorities, or passersby who ask about my mental fortitude. Many of them can just tell. Of which, I admit, often how my heart bleeds so severely, for I feel for all intelligent and good beings and rip at my skin when such people offer me the barest amount of kindness. I've offered what sanity I have left to others, I happily take on their burdens- gently offer suggestions, diagnose, steer them away from addictive substances, and even forgive those who have attempted to take my life. I'd think, had his missive not dared to place mina against my family I would have accepted his blade peacefully. 

 

There is no honor to be had in killing me, and you only made it a public announcement hurt me, and hurt you did. You have placed bounties on my family, what was once your family. But then the accusations against my character are... that I told others about your faults? I hadn't just told other high elves, I told the people under my cousins rules, I told clans of our dark elven brothers, I even told admittedly vaguely  the headmaster of the university I work at that you cannot be a functional and decent person. I am at fault because I cannot tolerate you? That I cannot sit in the same table, and not raise my voice when you so clearly use yours to oppress the very people who love you? To be silent would be to accept you, to endorse your behavior. I wouldn't be able to live with myself, as a man in psyche, to permit it. I forbade it, as a patriarch, and now you whine loudly that you shan't have your way. Goodness knows how Celia'dant handled it. How your daughter, Mira'lean handles it. 

 

Now what has Lorandil done? Upon recalling from my own memory, Lorandil Sindarin is guilty of the following (if being an elf is not reason enough for some):

 

• Adultery against my cousin, of which they'd been courting long before such an event during Aevos.
• Forced my cousin to raise his child, whom he'd have with the other woman. 
• Verbally abused and regularly silenced my kin, the source of most of my rage.
• Abandoned your wife and child for years at a time, whilst they begged you to visit.
• Blamed my cousin for running away in tears when she feared you. I nursed her back to health for years in my office, and your apology was to give her a literal bone. Alike that of a master to its dog.
• Claimed you made so much mina whilst away, when the family never saw a single coin of it save for half of one year's rent.
• Abandoned most recently by both his ex-wife and his now fatherless child- apparently forever. 
• Makes a bounty on said cousin's family after admitting his defeat to me privately in a letter.
• Promised a clinic a set of extremely specific medicines for the ill-minded, and later sold them to someone else out of spite. 
• Pulled a knife on a nun in Alba, who cried, pleaded, and desperately still called him a friend. 
• Went around as a slasher in Alba, and then returned under the new persona of a kind, gentle medic. 
• Participated in race-mixing, albeit between two elf subraces... twice.
• Being broke, for who gives out bounties less than 500 mina?

 

A rather extensive list I'm sure, but all of which I know to be true. My greatest fault has been speaking too bluntly for those around me, but speak I must. Enough of Azuras knows my character to be lacking in subtle execution, as I see it as a great insult to hold back the truth in any way. With this, be assured that I've either been a first witness or a second-hand witness to the aforementioned sins. 

 

To my patients, my dearest patients,

 

If I am to die too early in my life, I would feel entirely and utterly incomplete if I could not direct you to the other therapists who so loyally serve you. There are so few of us, and I'd find no rest knowing some of you may not know where to go for the help you need.

 

Amara Galnyrys, therapist of Junmara 

Arvel Tou Mondblume, therapist of Viru
Irene Smirnova, therapist of Petra

 

Each of these individuals, whilst I know none of them well, is to my knowledge, accepted and defended by their respective communities. With that, I recognize their efforts and recommend their services. I wish you all a safe and swift journey to see them, I wish you all health and wellness, and I wish you all some peace of mind- one I may be unable to provide you for some time. I hadn't anticipated that my very life would suddenly be worth some monetary value; I'd been at a rare state of peace upon receiving the aforementioned bounty against me. Please, drink some water. Try to eat well. Express yourselves when you need to- and know that you are not alone. 

 

My request then, to have Lorandil ended, is a hypocritical one against my own professional morals and values. Although what I seek is the swiftest redirection away from myself and my family. I do sincerely apologize to my kin, the Ana'halrae, the much more removed Sileveon, and to everyone else who seems to have been dragged down by Lorandil's splash radius of names.  I sincerely hope that you forgive my act of selfishness, for I cannot rest seeing my family in danger. 

 

To my current employer, Alistair Reinhold, and my colleagues and students of The People's University, 

 

I will be requesting some time until my personal affairs have died down, as I would not wish to endanger the lives of any of you so carelessly. In the meantime, I shall be taking the time to plan out some exciting lessons- 'Dragon Rider's Paralysis' comes to my mind first. I remain motivated and excited to participate. 

 

To the general public,

 

I await some letters to come my way, surely, about my impulsive actions. Though I may remind you, I was at peace being left alone by this man. With my peace preemptively disturbed comes a very fair exchange. Have Lorandil Sindarin write several letters admitting fault against me and my family (which requires a letter to each of the following: myself, Celia'dant Ana'halrae, Mira'lean Ana'halrae, Delphin, Aurelith, and Ignotus), and drop the charges against me, Delphin, and Aurelith) then I see no reason to hold onto my grudge and will drop my own bounty. 

That being said, until these requirements are met... happy hunting, my beloved patients. You are now in a race to kill, against Lorandil's pen. 

 

In addition, here are some technical errors on Lorandil's bounty:

Delphin has never and will never be an Ana'halrae. He is my ward, and remains such. 
My name is Emrys Ana'halrae, Hymnal is but a nickname. 
If he cannot pay rent how can he pay you, the public, for my head? 

 

Who the hell puts a bounty on a therapist?

 

Signed,

Dr. Emrys "Hymnal" Ana'halrae

 

OOC:

 

My first big post ahhhhhhh!!!! *crying inside*

Edited April 8 by Mynto

[_Leyd 1010]

From some dank cave, a spider turned the missive over to their kin with a nod.  

 

Spoiler

@chaotikal

 

[ArgentEra 459]

A musin alchemist pauses his tinkering at the sound of mail being delivered. Peering inside his letterbox, he removed the missive before his children could see. 
Taking it inside, he read it by the light of his fireplace: "Oh you old bastard - I should have figured you would have something planned. ... This though- More extreme than I would have expected from you! I cannae wait to hear about this in person."

He folded the letter once more, and tossed it into the fire. 
 

[Morigung-oog 5697]

A letter would fall upon the desks of both Hymnal and Lorandil. It is not delivered by courier,  rather simply appearing one day, seemingly out of thin air. The contents were stark, direct and brief, yet still somehow conveyed the message intended with a surgical precision.

 

 

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I grow tired of your petty bickering, gentlemen.

Resolve your issues or force my hand.

Your squabbles are bad for business.

 

-Val

 

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@Mynto@acronius_

 

 

[ArgentEra 459]

As the letter burned in his fireplace, the musin from earlier pauses.

"Wait - YER NAME ISN'T JUST HYMNAL?!"

[Hom 1987]

Alistair finds himself somewhere between bewildered and resigned as he reads over the missive that had found itself on his desk. There’s a light exhale. “And here I was hoping attempts on your life were a thing of the past, doctor.” That said, he hardly disapproved of bringing justice to anyone who made a habit of… Threatening nuns, apparently. He pens a swift response.

 

Doctor Ana’halrae,

I appreciate your mindfulness when it comes to the University’s status. Though I am frankly unconcerned about the accusations levied against you, I will respect wholly the time you must take to handle this dispute. I wish you safety, and encourage you to contact local authorities if any attempts are made upon your life. I am willing to speak on your behalf that you have done no physical harm to others, which apparently cannot be said for the one who has placed a price upon you. As a man of faith, I only hope this criminal is soon brought to justice.

 

I look forward to your future lessons, and to seeing you within our halls once more.

 

Sincerely,

Headmaster Alistair Armand Reinhold

[thejack 198]

1 hour ago, Mynto said:

Participated in race-mixing, albeit between two elf subraces... twice.

 

Nareau cannot help but frown at one part of this little missive. "Come on man. Keep the racism out of your bounties..."

[Mordringfan 166]

The Frost Dwarf debated on how they would make the most Mina from this situation.

[Air 911]

Ante'ahern stared over the missive with wide eyes, just the thought of how many herbs that would be had him salivating internally. Though, a sigh escaped him as he held up half of Lorandil's left arm in his other hand. "I wonder what I could get for this. . ." The elf contemplated, placing both items into his satchel. "Maybe I need to pay him another visit, I'm sure Valindra wouldn't mind as long as I don't kill the boy."

[acronius_ 199]

Lorandil watched. Lorandil waited. The bustle in the streets outside his temporary establishment was undisturbed, contrasting so heavily with his heart. The beetle seemed to crawl up to him, alone. The beetle whispered to him. 

 

"You will die."

 

He'd run so far, levied his terms from across the continent, and had been answered with equal fervor. He could not know how Hymnal may feel in the West, but it could not match his dread. He imagined the burdened man finally sitting straight, wearing a potent pride, and he could not bear it. 

 

"Mercy... A mercy has been given to me. I will answer."

[Mynto 107]

10 hours ago, Morigung-oog said:

A letter would fall upon the desks of both Hymnal and Lorandil. It is not delivered by courier,  rather simply appearing one day, seemingly out of thin air. The contents were stark, direct and brief, yet still somehow conveyed the message intended with a surgical precision.

 

 

---

 

I grow tired of your petty bickering, gentlemen.

Resolve your issues or force my hand.

Your squabbles are bad for business.

 

-Val

 

---

@Mynto@acronius_

 

 

One of the copies returns folded in on itself, delivered upon a slow, lazy beetle that wibble wobbles its way towards it's destination. Having let the poor thing free from its delivery service, and opening the writing etched on the back of the letter, the therapist replied:

 

I do apologize again for involving the likes of many.

However, I've already provided the most peaceful and easiest solution possible.

I can't force it to accept my olive branch. 

 

-Hymnal

Edited April 8 by Mynto

[pexchysa 137]

"You truly have always had my back, Hymnal."