The Clipping [Updated March 22Nd]

[DecoLamb 959]

Well.. There is something I personally can offer..

Exotic ales made from unusual ingredients. Ill even sit down with you, my leige, and listen as you tell me your favorite flavors to brew a custom ale just for you, and you alone.

How does that sound?

[[Only we could have a warclaim this many pages without any flaming in it.]]

[Aislin 4354]

I, High Constable of Alras, hereby swear a contingent of my troops to Syrila's cause in her eradication of the White Ravens. Our wits, blades, armor, axes and siege weapons shall reign fire and fury upon them.

[Broski 54]

Ah neva heard o' exotic Ale, let say like dis, if we win after fightin all me Dwarves get a big mug o' exotic Ale, if so den oh Axes will join in de fightn

[DecoLamb 959]

Ill bring enough for a horse to carry of my most concentrated, hardest, most knock you on your ass, most difficult to make ale.

All I need is to go refine some lava into pearls and nreak down more obsidian chunks to go with the reat of the spices. I think this time Ill work in some flecks of gold as well since it will be for the hardest hitting dwarven warriors around~

[Arkelos 1027]

Syrila smiles as she looks over the land of Aliquam, in total quiet she reflects upon the war so far.

"This land has been corrupted, defiled, plague ridden..."

Syrila sighs, looking to the land once more

"With the corruption of the land comes the corruption of it's people, but what is corruption? Corruption is that feeling a once valorous and noble man or woman gets when he or she can no longer care for the things they swore to protect. From land, to innocent life, or someone they have pledged loyalties to. The White Ravens have done exactly that, they are no longer those massive, beautiful winged birds with pristine feathers. No, they are now carrion birds, feeding off others corruption till there is just that, corruption left. These people, these lands, need to be purged by fire, the land itself will be cradled in the arms of the creator.... and reborn in the eyes of the Dwarven faiths. For this land is not mine to claim, but for the Dwarves to create after my job is done."

Syrila looks to the Wretched Grove, hand over her heart as she resumes her thoughts.

"Horrible secrets lay upon your chest, horrible monstrosities and terrible sights that no one man could even think of. What was thought to be sealed away comes from the pores of this one area... I swear on all of the faiths, on the creator's name that I will purge you as well. Through flames or purification, I will not allow you to spread any more corruption, to bring us back to our knees. I do not care for the past, I do not care what is not there. I will make sure nothing stands if I need to. I will never allow whatever it is going down there to come up here. You are next, wretched grove."

Syrila takes out a single fiery feather, waving it in the direction of the Wretched grove. She whispers.

"Nothing will stand"

[Arkelos 1027]

Syrila walks amongst her allied nations, a wide grin spreading her face

MY ALLIES! Today is a day of both sorrow and victory! Today, the Ravens have dissolved themselves! The war, as of now is offically OFF. Our main goal of the destruction of the Ravens have been met without casualties on any side. To Alvaska, I am sorry your birds have fallen, you were a mighty guild in aegis, but it seems that the world was cruel to these birds...

Consider this, the end of our war. May you be successful in your endeavors.