To Elvish Citizenry within the Empire

[Baconthief 682]

As Khel writes the note, two Royal Guards look at him, shouting ''Oh look its the High Commander'' they start to laugh one hitting his knee cap with his palm.

''High Commander, you see what your little idiotic move into Oren did? You started it.'' As the chuckle one of them resting his hand on his Halberd, that is held upward from the floor.

''Look how you disrespect us, and you wish us to act with mercy to you, and your kind?'' As one of them Points his crossbow towards Khel the other, moving his halberd in front of him.

''You have committed a crime, insulting the Royal Seal, which means you Insult the Emperor which means you Insult Oren, and that demands punishment''

*stares at them blankly, using his experince gambling with the other wardens of malinor to mask his face and intentions*

"I believe you have me mixed up with someone else. I am sure whatever commander you're looking for is busy in his nation, doing his job. Now, if you'd excuse me my fine gents I am off to crestfall to ensure my crop yield reaches perfection"

*motions for the terrified dwarf to follow*

"Come along maletone, you have fields to plow"

*Khel turns around on his heel and leaves towards crestfall*

((I don't think your guards would know who I was, nor did anyone see me defiling the stamp since I rply already left the thread. If someone wanted to do something they would of four pages ago :3 ))

[Sultan 3953]

*Blinks at the royal guard, wandering where they heard his name*

"I've no idea who you're talking about, I am Stephen long-shanks."

*He says with certainty, not believing they would think it odd for a dark elf to bare that name*

*He then leaves with the small dwarf assistant following, his fat belly bouncing as he moves about*

(Check my reply again I was editing it)

[Hanrahan 2983]

Hanrahan takes the list down, and Copies the Legible names onto a sheet, and puts up two more Name sheets.

[Agith 224]

Aemond would rush by the board, tome in hand as he continues to write in it, he pauses. Aemond approaches the board, looking to it, reading it's contents before locking his eyes on the pleas of Hanrahan. He lifts up his hand from writing in the tome, swiftly writing his name onto one of the lines in the ornate writing of a well trained scribe.

"Aemond Ilith'iari"

Brings his quill back to the tome. He returns to his writing, turning around and making his way away from the board, rushing to the court to attend the latest court session.

[Chaqery 427]

Captain Toov of the White Rose silently trudges through the streets, gently holding the hand of his wife, the dark elf Tanith.

Tanith clutches his hand in return, turning to smile up at her tall husband. Looking around with an easy smile, she spots the pile of crisp papers stacked by the noticeboard."Captain, look over there," she says, glancing back up at her husband. "Seems like someone is putting out flyers."

Toov nods, frowning faintly as the couple makes their way closer to the noticeboard,"Zhat never means anyzhing good, mein Liebling..."

Tanith gently pulls her hand free of her husbands and stoops to pick up one of the flyers. She turns, handing the sheet to her husband. "Seems to be a letter, sir."

The Captain takes the flier, nodding as he begins to scan over it's contents. His brow furrows as the gest of it's intentions become aware to him. "It appears a disgruntled... citizen... is trying to unite all of Oren's Elven citizens in a conflict against zhe Rose, my love."

Tanith frowns, craning her neck to catch a glimpse of the text. Her pinkish-red eyes flicker over the letter. A crease forms between her eyebrows. "But...why would they ever do that? Certainly, the Chivays aren't very friendly toward Dark Elves, but...well, I've only seen them get violent once or twice."

Toov chuckles, lowering the paper and offering it back to her. With a smirk, he attempts to explain, "It's all repercussions from our march upon Malinor. You und I both know zhat zhe Chivays distaste for Elves is much deeper zhan an opinion of zheir skin color or ears. Zhe Elves inflicted such mental vounds upon zhe two of zhe Chivays zhat zhey in turn adopted a hatred for zhem... zhe people of Asulon seem to zhink zhat zhe military display in Malinor vas zhe Vhite Rose alone. Zhey neglect zhe very present fact zhat Emperor Godfrey ordered zhese actions, und zhat zhe Tuetons, along vith our ozher brozhers-in-arms vere all present as vell."

"Well, that's very silly! Why pass judgement on someone for something they were ordered to do?",Tanith pouts at the text upon the flyer.

"Because zhat is how people are, mein Liebling. I hear rumors of our actions all zhe time. People accuse us of actively hunting elves... of burning an elven girl. Zhey're simply not true. Ve hardly leave Krak du Rhosven... let alone zhe island. If ve do it is to visit places zhat local nobility summon us to aid in zhe defense of."

Tanith folds the flyer, creasing it between her delicate fingers. She sets it back down gently on the top of the stack. "I do not like that at all," she replies, frowning deeply at the stack of flyers. "That man, whoever he is, is just spreading more lies, then. And I cannot abide by a liar." She turns to look up at her husband. "If all these stories were true, I would not have come and worked for the Rose. And if I was treated poorly, I certainly would never have married a Rose."

Toov smiles, resting his hand upon her thin waist as he kisses her softly on the forehead, "Zhey vill never really understand zhe Rose, mein Liebling. Nobody ever vill."

Tanith smiles as well, linking her hand with her husband's. "It's just terrible that people would rather listen to rumor rather than actually speaking to us. I would set them straight, if they'd just speak to me!"

"Ve can only pray zhat zhey begin to see zhe truth of it, mein Liebling."

[Hanrahan 2983]

Hanrahan Tacks up a copy of a note, Bolding it, placing it at the top of the paper, for all to see.

To state furthermore, I must stress how this protest must be led in Nonviolence! To feel death is wretched, but to serve it is worse! Many things are worth laying your life down for, but very few are worth picking up a blade! Better yourselves, when the opponent raises his fist, you offer your hand in friendship!

[Hanrahan 2983]

Hanrahan tacks up a quickly scrawled note.

"It appears Truth is greater than Law."

[Goldd 126]

*Sighs at the lies the fool spreads grunting*

"I do not care for what ye said, Ye go agasint what I say when ye are not even one of the Orenian Citizens, yer are not even an Elven citizen of Oren, and More then half the time the lads deserve it, Ye may mock Oren and such but be warned breaking laws such as ye letters have and ye will be punished, I have no patiances nor mercy for dumfounded lads like ye who get into nation affairs when they are no one"

Your corrupted culture allows you to think that we matter not without "power". Do take note that you are denying without proof while I have proof. Adorellan I think was the person's name, has attempted to assassinate me in my OWN town just for the sake of hatred. Two witnesses saw him doing this. From what I have heard he is one of your knights. I dislike that you continue to deny us and our torture. Do what you will of course. It is your empire. I am simply informing you that most of us get killed without much reason.

~Xexus Nightheart~

[argonian 14254]

((Two bracket, (), is still IC. You already know what I mean by double brackets.))

Thomas puts up his own note on the very large noticeboard, it says:

"You all say that the Knights are evil, and that all these Elves, that don't even live in Oren, do nothing wrong but that couldn't be farther from the truth. Most of the Elves complaining are not citizens(which they always conveniently forget to mention) and most of their stories are completely exaggerated. If an Elf gets one hard punch to the face after harassing Knights and Oren citizens, he runs off and tells people that he just walked into Arethor and got attacked by Knights and was almost killed. There is no discrimination in that, as a human would get the same treatment."

[Tsuyose 3285]

Your corrupted culture allows you to think that we matter not without "power". Do take note that you are denying without proof while I have proof. Adorellan I think was the person's name, has attempted to assassinate me in my OWN town just for the sake of hatred. Two witnesses saw him doing this. From what I have heard he is one of your knights. I dislike that you continue to deny us and our torture. Do what you will of course. It is your empire. I am simply informing you that most of us get killed without much reason.

~Xexus Nightheart~

((No. You don't know who I am as I was wearing full armour with a fullplate helmet, hiding my face the bandanna and muffling my voice. If Shrike told you this then he also doesn't know who Adorellan is as he hasn't said his name. I'm getting pretty sick and tired of people meta-gaming my character. :I ))

[Braxis 813]

((Two bracket, (), is still IC. You already know what I mean by double brackets.))

Thomas puts up his own note on the very large noticeboard, it says:

"You all say that the Knights are evil, and that all these Elves, that don't even live in Oren, do nothing wrong but that couldn't be farther from the truth. Most of the Elves complaining are not citizens(which they always conveniently forget to mention) and most of their stories are completely exaggerated. If an Elf gets one hard punch to the face after harassing Knights and Oren citizens, he runs off and tells people that he just walked into Arethor and got attacked by Knights and was almost killed. There is no discrimination in that, as a human would get the same treatment."

Laughs and claps as he sees that looking to Squire Tyrus

"Tyrus see if ye can find that lad, I want him to be a squire of the order he has common sense!"

Uthor chuckles as he walks off to the Lance Barracks

[argonian 14254]

Thomas hears Uthor and thinks to himself, "I doubt he'd keep that promise if he knew who I was." but walks back over to his note and writes his name, "Thomas Doune" on it anyway.

[Goldd 126]

((No. You don't know who I am as I was wearing full armour with a fullplate helmet, hiding my face the bandanna and muffling my voice. If Shrike told you this then he also doesn't know who Adorellan is as he hasn't said his name. I'm getting pretty sick and tired of people meta-gaming my character. :I ))

((Shrike told me, how would I know he meta gamed?))

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

Aedric piked up his newest dark elf head, a hundred something male who spat on him. The dark elf head seemed to look down onto Aedric as he started to walk away.

*High Priest Quavinir wanders througout Arethor, looking for one of his old colleagues, but instead he finds the decapitated head of the dark elf, an expression of fear forever locked onto the lifeless eyes of the Dark elf. looking at the dark elf head, a expression of sheer sadness appeares on Quavinir, he then kneels down, and begins to utter a quiet prayer, praying that the dark elfs soul would be at peace, a single tear eluding his eye, Quavinir stands up. "May you be at rest, Mali'ker."

he than begins to walk away, hoping to never see anything of that matter again

[Z3r05t4r 855]

Godwein walks along the roads of Ager, nearing Arethor, as he catches a flyer which was about to fly by. It's a copy of the letter. After reading through it, he looks up and sees the dark elf head on the pike.

"What have we become... the curse of an intelligent being, the hunger for power and own safety at the cost of others..."

He shakes his head and drops the letter on the ground, continuing onwards to the City of Arethor.