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Many letters blow through the Orenian lands And are posted were ever a settlement of Oren lies. Each one seems to be written by the Emperor’s Finest scribes. Each one seems to be an official Edict from the Emperor himself on these times of War that have arrived on Anthos. The letter states the following.


“Patriots, Tis be a sad day for our Empire and people. The once wise and diplomatic elven leadership of the Holy Princedom of Malinor have made several grave mistakes. Those mistakes we tried to solve with diplomacy but sadly failed. Our Allies of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan have declared war Upon the Holy Princedom of Malinor for its crime against their Grand kingdom and our Empire.


Tis sad to see our once great Trading partners of Malinor to be brought down to such state as it is in now. With the actions taken by their leadership they have brought themselves into a war that might be their demise. We would stay out as we have tried to in the past. But what has been done can not be undone. So now we march to Malinor at the side of our Grand allies of Urugan.


Tis sad to see that Mailnor the once wise, have gone so low as to facilitate to the brutish, savage Orc ilk materials and resources while we Oren and Urugan were blockading them and we were in an ongoing war with them. Many of you have suffered at the hands of these brutes, my own wife your Empress had been kidnapped by them. And these Elfs of the High Council thought it would be smart to conduct trade while we were at war and break our blocked there are many other reason that can be found in the declaration of our allies.


Our demands are simple the immediate surrender of The Princedom and the resignation of the Council, and the council members hand themselves over to The Kingdom Of Urugan for trial for crimes against them. And after the surrender we shall work with our allies of Urugan and the Mailnor Reformation Movement to insure the independence of the Princedom as a nation in this world, and see to its return to the civilised world.

 
Sincerely
Emperor Godfrey Horen-Hightower
The Privy Council of Oren
[[As a heads up this was known since a few irl hours after the dwarf one was made. Just had a delayed posting.]]
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*Arzota picks up one of the letters from the path in front of him, a fully unimpressed look on his face as he reads over it*
"Well we had a good run" he states with a half smile.

*He then proceeds to crumple up said letter and toss it over his shoulder, flying over the edge of a bridge and into a stream*
"May as well tell the council we have less than a year to live~"

*He states with a bit of joy, striding off into the woods.*

 

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Art frowns as a letter blows into his face, as he wanders down Salvus. He laughs.

"Oookay then. You realize all the mali with sense have already succeeded in chasing away our oh so esteemed high council? Very nice Oren."

He smirks, watching the letter fly off into the wind.

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A note is blown down on Cinder's face, as he reddens a bit, and shoves it off, grabbing it, then proccedingly reading. His eyes widening, before he himself makes a nod. Saying simply.

 

"Knew it.. Well, as long as Oren doesn't destroy the hard work and intelligence of everyone in Malinor, and convert everyone to war mongering idiots, who don't know how to speak common, I'll be - wait.. That is Going to happen!..

 

I'm moving to the wilds."

 

He shrugs, than throws the paper off, and just steps away.

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As Azel Bloodseeker, Patron of Darkhaven travels through Oren's lands, he sees such a poster. He reads it, his expression turning from one of his usual stoic attitude, to a grim, dark expression. He gently takes one of the posters and slips it into his pack before turning back to the West and heading to his village home. Upon return, he finds his finest parchment as well as his finest, most expensive ink. He dips his quill into the ink and begins to write.

 

"Dear Powerful and Honorable Emperor Godfrey,

 

My name is Azel Bloodseeker, and I am the Patron of a small Elvish village compared to the Holy Oren Empire known as Darkhaven. Many years ago we met in the streets of your fine city, your left hand Lion at your side, I wished you good travels and a fine night. You returned to me and we spoke, you complimented me in a way I thought I would never expect from one so respectable as yourself. You told me I was not like my brethren, you told me I was well dressed and not as bad as other Mali. It took all these years for me to realize how far down the Mali have sunk, they are no more than barbarians it seems. But it is not their fault, it is the fault of the High Council. The fools Kolyat, Titania, Isiack, Emberhard, they have all failed Malinor and caused problems for both of our people, but have hope and please, please, I beg of you, please call of this war. Please hold back the families of Oren that wish to crush Malinor. 

 

I have a plan that can stop the obliteration of the Elvish people and not bloody the blades of any of your warriors. I have already made my attempt of power in Malinor. I have already went in and tried to gain control, and many follow me. I wish to take Malinor in a peaceful manor, throw out the old, corrupt High Council. If you so wish, I will send them to Oren to receive proper punishment for their foolish actions if I can take control of Malinor. Hold back the sea of Humans, the sea that will wash away Malinor in only a matter of days. Allow me this chance, oh powerful and respectable Godfrey. Allow me the chance to cleanse Malinor and return it to its days of peace, strength, and not so treacherous actions."

 

Patron of Darkhaven, Azel Bloodseer

 

Two copies of the letter are sent, one by bird and the other by courier. 

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Vanir, surprised when a crumpled paper blows by him, is astonished when he reads it.

"Oren... what are you playing at? We handled the council, and will handle the rest soon, no need for such drastic measures... We'll return contact and relations most likely as soon as the political chaos of late blows over."

Vanir shrugs and holds the paper above his head, letting the breeze take it as it was first delivered unto him.

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Grabs a copy of the letter as it flies by him.  As he reads it he begins to frown.

 

"I do not like the prospect of war with my elven brethren, but the Malinor government deserves to be dismantled.  I will have to contact Admiral Therving to offer him my ship's services in the Oren navy."

 

Folds the letter up and heads back to his ship's cabin.

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Curses loudly after reading the letter, his face turning a bright shade of maroon. In his fuming rage he simply stares at the piece of fancy parchment  with a piercing gaze he had perfected after years of service in The White Rose. Such a glare he had designed in order to make a normal elf crumple, and he glowered at the message as if expecting it to do the same. "Malinor Reformation, aye? I wanted it gone altogether. The filthy wilches are better off dead."

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Kaelin sighs as he reads one of the notices as travellers bring them into Leumaelin.

"Perhaps the Valah and North should open their eyes and see that the council has fled. That would rob them of their reason for war, that is if their intent is as benign as they say it is."

Kaelin drops the notice and heads to Darkhaven with a troubled mind and heavy heart.

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Fujiwara stands, hands clasped behind his back, hearing the news as it is brought to the castle, standing at his father's right, the soldiers below cheering and letting out war cries.

 

Kais walked into the castle to prepare himself for the coming war, and Fujiwara stepped to the balcony, and raises his hand, silencing the soldiers, then, dismissed them with a wave of his hand, dismissed them to their duties, building, training, and crafting of arms and armor as is normal.

 

The Ishikawa's were ready for war.

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Sighs at the site of the letters, "Tis' a shame that it has come to this." He could only wish that High Council could have played better cards, "Van'ayla kae llir, may you rest in peace knowing your mistakes."

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