The Flagship [War Bulletin 2]

[VonEbs 1224]

The Flagship

War Bulletin II

"There comes a time when we can no longer run from the mistakes we have made"

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Contents:

Malinor no More

Confrontation in the North

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Malinor no More

After a party from Oren arrived at the Gates of Luemaelin earlier this seed, an air of trepidation fell over the Mali. A sense that we were experiencing history, that after today, there would be a change in the course of events, was obvious. Emperor Horen V of the Holy Oren Empire came and demanded that Malinor kneel. After the high Council was summoned, and it, as well as Oren’s delegation, moved to the auditorium for discussion and debate, Mali milled about, waiting for the result. The conference lasted for days, it seemed to all in Malinor, and almost no one knew what was transpiring, besides a select few eavesdropping on the branches above the auditorium, knew what was being said.

After a period of debate and reluctance, Prince Oceas and Avern’len voted in favor of the treaty, and Prince Emberhard abstained. High Princess Titania, the last in a long line of Mali leaders, voted in favor, ratifying the treaty. No more is there a Holy Princedom of Malinor. No more is there a nation for the once proud Mali. Now, Malinor is a city state subject to the Holy Oren Emperor, and besides for the Kharajyr and Haelun'or, the North of Anthos is wholly under Horen’s boot. Now, Horen can turn his attention to the dwarves in the south, with whom he has angered by claiming their hold, Kal’Halla.

This deal is made in the idea that we need to unite against the new force that has attacked various countries in Anthos, and that originates in the North. However, I suspect it has ulterior motives. Many will not be satisfied with this, and some have already proclaimed in treachery. I forsee some mali choosing to depart Malinor, however, it is unclear where they might go. One thing is certain. Nothing will ever be the same again. Theoretically, the High Princess and the rest of the High Council no longer hold those positions, as they dissolved with the rest of the Princedom. Only time will tell what the new Oren sanctioned government will bring to the doorstep of the Mali. I hope we will be able to live with the decisions we have made.
~Ebs

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Confrontation in the North

*This is a news report from a correspondent who risked his life and limb and get the news through*

On this Elven day the Border War of the North took quite a turn. The two orders had been fighting for control of more land. That set the stage for a titanic battle between the two rivals: The Blackmonts and the Teutonic Order. At about midday an army of around 25 Blackmont soldiers and men-at-arms mobilized and set up just outside the bridge leading tithe Teutonic Order's mainland. The Blackmont leader, Agustus Blackmont, devised an interesting strategy. He decided to split his men into three groups. One group would hide and attack the Teutons from the read after combat began. That group consisted of around five men. A second group would remain with the large line and rove around, assisting where needed. These were the two best groups of fighters. The main group consisting of 10-15 men would hold the middle ground. They were the rock the Teutons would be broken on. After about an hour of waiting a large Teuton host appeared on the bridge. It consisted of many Teutons who had not been seen in a long time but who were active within the Order. They drew up in a massive line of around 30 men. Immediately it became obvious that the Blackmonts were outnumbered, if only by a few men. Upon the appointed time battle began. For the first hour the only combat was the volleys of arrows fired by both sides. Occasionally a few men made a sortie but were quickly repulsed. The Men of the Black Cross grew tired of this and began to push on the left. The left held steady due to the efforts of the second squad. Suddenly a vast majority of the Teutons charged across the middle to meet the Blackmont's main line of soldiers. Due to their numerical superiority in the middle the Tuetons smashed through the line and a slaughter fest began. The mainly lower class Blackmonts quickly fell. The small groups of Blackmonts were overrun and many Blackmonts began fleeing. It was at this time the squad sent to attack the Teutons in the rear made an appearance. They killed a decent number of Teutons but it was too little too late, the flower of Blackmont soldiers were then killed. The rest of the Blackmonts then began fleeing but they were quickly hunter down. Overall the battle was a loss for the Blackmonts. Following this victory the Teutonic Order will be sure to lay siege to the center of the Blackmonts: The Dreadfort itself.

~Anonymous

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Editor’s Note:

If you are interested in working for The Flagship or would like to report on a story in Malinor or abroad, please contact me, Ebs, via messenger bird. (Please pm on the forums, I do not bite... often.) Also, if you or your business is interested in advertising it’s products or services, please contact me via messenger bird for more information and pricing. This publication will be regularly printed every elven week.

Many thanks:

~Ebs

[Gunner 775]

Chet blinks, "Well.. Yeah. Alright."

[Diri/GreenKoopaBros 58]

With much length with a Dictionary from the Library, Ivar would finally set down the article. His head, though spinning, was trying to comprehend what this would mean. He couldn't believe what was happening to Malinor, nor could he begin to understand how all of this would turn out. Returning the Dictionary to its shelf, he would pick up the article and make his way back towards the square, his gaze to the ground as he walked.

 

"Ivar stay in Malnor, not leave if other Elf stay."

[Shadeleaf 1021]

*Arzota sits in front of the Vaerhaven tavern fire, already having been at the actual meeting, he drinks a cup of tea as he leans besides Vierna*

 

"Well sister~" he chirps in, "Seems we stay south now."

[Bashar al-Assad 120]

Boiendl Horen claps with a large grin upon his face.

 

"Finally, no more elvies to worry about."

[emberhard 82]

* The still very much a Prince of the still very much High council, of the still very much Holy Princedom of Malinor straitens the paper he is reading, frowning a single brow

"Perhaps Mr. Ebs should do more research into his publications..."

[Supremacy 3361]

Kalenz, sitting in the free city state of Haelun'or chortles as he reads the paper. He attaches a note to the foot of a bird and sends it off to Ebs:

 

The mali'aheral very much remain independent of Horen. Despite the mutual respect the nations have for one another.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Elorna's frown deepens as she reads, until she finally folds the paper up with a sigh, setting it down and picking up another book, holding it close to her. She shakes her head, unsure how much of the writing to take seriously, and decides to wait for more news and her husband's return before coming to any definite conclusions. Even so, she mutters under her breath quietly, "Valah'ullral..."

[VonEbs 1224]

Ebs adds Haelun'or into later editions of the Flagship, noting the disapointment in his first factual innacuracy.

[Orlanden 33]

Orlanden, still sitting beneath his tree, catches a newspaper as it floats by with the breeze. Upon reading, he blows his pipe smoke from his nose.

"So, it has finally happened. Idiots. They're all idiots. It's obvious that Malinor has never recovered if this paper speaks truth. I hope to see it turn out to be nothing more than an outlandish rumor."

He tosses the paper as the wind once again catches it and carries it away.

[Esterlen 4499]

A clearly human figure sits on a long bench in Malinor as many common men and other proletariat hurry past him, eager to be about their business in the capital of Leumalin. He is reading a large leaflet, his face obscured by the elf-written text.

 

 

He gives nods of affirmation sporadically as he acknowledges various statements in the newspaper, his eyes searching hungrily. He licks his lips in anticipation, placing the newspaper down on his lap.

 

Malachai Rosenburg smirks with delight, an unctuous musing passing through his lips only to be lost in the frequent breezes of the city of Leumalin.

 

"Everything is going as planned."

 

[Igneberr 46]

Igneberr reads the paper and catches a slight flaw "Tsk Tsk Tsk Ebs, can't be having spelling mistakes if you want to run a legimatie   information business"

 

 

 

 

 

(( He decided to split his men into three groups. One group would hide and attack the Teutons from the read after combat began.))

 

(( You said Read instead of rear, SHAME EBS SHAME))  

[Didag 4]

Golrodir reads the bulletin in silence, then mutters to himself "These are troubling times indeed..."

[jamesb 218]

Asul reads the paper, and curses under his breath. "Van'Ayla, Malinor...."

[Evilbanana5757 154]

The Bird Druid shakes his head sadly upon reading the paper.

 

"Oren... wicked things, they are... wicked things, they do..."