A Bloody Bold Statement

[Orlanden 33]

*A bird has returned a note to Queen Kyral*

We agree to have you speak before the High Council. We look forward to actually getting to speak with you in person and try to come to some sort of a truce. It seems everyone believes that Sythra still holds some sort of power here and that we listen to what she has to say and basically act as if she is still High Princess. This is not true in the slightest. We are a new council and we listen to our people and all decisions are made by vote. No one person influences the other in our council, we are our own people with our own minds and we wish peace. We have no desire to hurt anyone, nor do we think we are better than anyone else. We want what is best for our people without any type of conflict. We wish to return to the days of peace among us and most other nations, however, I am sure that will never happen between us and the War Nation. To conclude, send another bird our way stating when you would like to speak with us. We will be patiently waiting your reply, Queen Kyral.

Sincerely,

Prince Orlanden

[Arkelos 1027]

Prince Orlanden letter of agreement snip

Kyral reads the note, grinning as she takes out her quil, quickly writing a message and sending it to Orlanden by bird.

"I have much to attend to in the next elven day, but in one elven day, I will meet with you in Normandor, with guards, to talk to you of my demands. When I say it will be quite over the top, i mean it. This is your only chance to fix the damage done. I suggest you make sure that you listen, or I wont be able to stop Oren, should they decide to march in.

-Imperial Queen Kyral of House Horen Hightower"

((got work tomorrow, server is down today. Sunday is best.))

[Baconthief 682]

*Miles away from malinor, Khel stares up at the moon. Its light shine upon his face, illuminating his juxtaposed eyes, and long white hair. His eyes are closed and his lips are parting, forming unbearable words. Both hands are placed on the railing of the balcony that makes up his private manor. In his left hand crumbled brown parchment lies in a balled fist, it's color matching the railing which it rests against.*

*Khel's eyes fly open and the muttering stops. He looks to the balled parchment in his hand and squeezes it, until his knuckles turn white against his ash colored skin. His long fingernails pierce through the paper, meeting his hand on the other side. His eyes then fill with a primal rage, his mouth reveals his white fang like teeth. He throws the paper into the pond below, letting it sit atop the surface like a boat, moving and drifting by the whims of the wind.*

*Khel looks up at the moon again and shouts*

"Redemption for mali is impossible! We will n-"

*Khel stops, his face now reflecting indifference. His eyes calm into a stillness, obviously showing contemplation. He remains still, until a devilish smiles crosses his face.*

"No...*he chuckles* there is still hope"

*Khel turns on his heel, his long purple cloak whips around. He enters the manor and begins to walk down a long dark hallway, partially illuminated by torch light. He turns to his right, entering a room filled with documents and papers. He grabs a chair that sits at the doorway and drags it across the floor, stopping once it reaches the desk. He pushes aside all everything on the desk and retrieves three fine pieces of parchment. He sets the paper on the desk and begins writing in fine blueish ink*

"To Elene:"

*On the other he titles*

"To the high council of the princedom:"

*On the last he titles*

"To the arch druid"

*The scene fades to black in order to prevent metagaming*

*Two papers are stored, while the one of the documents is sent out by a servant of the Oussana family*

[Goldd 126]

*Xexus's messenger arrives giving the news that Sythra was simply acting as if she still had power.*

"Hmmm interesting... Call off the Cunning Shadow. It seems that no matter how much Velulaei favors us, there will still be corrupted mali'ker. Shame, for a second I thought we had the correct forces. Bah, I am just a Velul. Let it be what it is, as long as the children of Velulaei are not harmed. I have been tricked by my own kind. That rather saddens me. Off with you now.~"

*Xexus holds his head as he walks outside and looks to Velulaei. Her illuminating light shines down upon his platinum hair and mysteriously attention-grabbing amethyst eyes. He kneels and looks up to her praying she forgive his rash actions. He hopes she sees that he only acted out of anger for his tortured people.*

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

Quavinir wandered Normandor aimlessly, there was nothing for him to do, but wander or sit, he had no religeous duties to attend to, and no one wanted to visit the chapel. he was simply wandering, pondering what was to happen now, with Oren and Malinor, with his own kin and the elves, wondering if he realy had made a difference, each possibilty revolving in the cogs of his mind.

but one question was pressing in his mind, one that always came up when he though, did it all matter, war, death life, even his own religeon, where his soul went hen it died, his own pain, his own suffering, what would it matter if innocents died, what would it matter if an unjust queen wishes to go to war, just because she doesnt get what she wants. each question seeming more important, yet each one feeling more insignificant,

Returning to the Chapel Quavinir kneeles down, his hands resting on the pew infront of him, and prayes, Prayes to the god Rthulu for guidance, for understanding, and most of all, for compassion.

After minutes praying, Quavinir gets up from the pew Vahn Kae-yan mae'fran Rthulu, Rthulu preserve us all" He says, at first in his native tongue, then again in An Understandable tongue, reciting an old saying from his home, knowing, that whatever he was to do, that it would matter, and that he would make a difference, for the better.

[thewhiteknights(rarethorn) 27]

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[Baconthief 682]

*High commander Khel grabs onto the shoulder of rarethorn, immediately stoping the initiate of doing whatever he was trying to do*

"What are you doing? We are not leaving. . .What is this cowardice that has befallen you? Where in Asulon did you hear we would leave mali'nor? Your information is misunderstood, do not act again in such an irrational manner again."

*He points down, where the normandor roots are*

"Now, go clean the entirety of the barracks for the piece of meat in your mouth that is uttering false information to the populace of malinor"