The Vicious Circle

[V0idsoldier 1139]

The pen was set upon the freshly dried paper. Snowflakes hit the ground outside, contrasting the warm air heated by the cackling fire on the inside. Smoke stacks billowed from the cabin and into the blue skies. The pen ran over the paper fluently, each stroke was precise and swift. The document was almost finished.

 

His icey blue eyes gazed upon the scroll, a strand of black hair falling over his right eye.

 

"Malinor.."

 

He began speaking out loud, reciting what he had written thus far. Glancing away from the paper, he continued reading out loud.

 

"You will not last. A wound has been opened that is irreparable and soon, the wolves will descend upon you, stronger than they ever have. Oren has completed an indestructible trinity alliance, and you have been targeted..."

 

His calculating eyes scanned the interior of the house. It was a bleak shack, one of his safe houses scattered across the forests of Anthos. On the rug rested a scarred, snow white wolf. As his eyes ran over the monster of a wolf, his thoughts consumed him.

 

"You made a stand, but let us be honest with one another... you are only standing by the skin of your teeth. It stains my eyes with tears to know that you are on the brink... They say they want reform. They simply want you to change how you operate...

 

They lie."

 

He stood up and strode over to a large map on the wooden wall. He had acquired a rather crude map of most of the Elven nation, bordering the Human nation. Upon the map small iron daggers were stabbed into positions. It marked the advancing Human armies upon the Elven nation. A sigh escaped his breath as he looked over it. His voice picked up again as he recited what he wrote to himself.

 

"But it isn't over. Not by a long shot. If you change your mentality and take the offensive against the oppressive tyranny of Oren, you can save yourselves. You have things they never will. They are attacking your lands. They come bound with armor and gear that weighs them down. You are light and swift, you have the strategical advantage.

 

Blood will be shed. Your nation will take a blow. People will die.

 

Though from one strategist to a nation, I'm sure you understand this all very well. I am preaching to the Choir. Let me get down to my point."

 

Howling something in a odd tone to the Wolfen beast on the rug, it's ears perked up and slowly stood. It knew the command, it was hunting time. Striding across the room he gathered his bow and blade, sliding the bow onto his back and the blade into it's sheath. He came to a finish.

 

"I am not of your race. I am not of your nation. That means nothing to me, when the time comes I will be by your side, my blade, my bow, my beast and my blood will be there. I hope to cross paths with your leaders, I'd love to have a word with whomever leads your troops to battle.

 

-Yours truly

"Vein"

 

Striding to the door and pushing it open, he barked another command and the beast shot out into the icey woods. He rolled up the scroll and put it in his pack.

 

A few days later, the note would end up pinned to the Elven noticeboard.

[EndCallCaesar 484]

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[V0idsoldier 1139]

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((Fixed. Apologies.))

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.