Supremacy 3361 Share Posted May 22, 2013 "Ullral" "Monster" "Mali'ikru" There were just a few words which were thrown at the mali'aheral by druids and wood elves alike over the course of just a few minutes. Yet, they were not enough to stop the rhythmic sound of steel upon wood. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. It was the sound of the axe upon the wood. But this was not the only sound to be heard, were one to have been in Leumalin over the course of a few elven days were one to have listened carefully they would have, on occasion, heard the crunching and splintering of wood followed by a hideously loud thump. Ten times this sound was heard. Ten trees fell to the ground with a booming thud. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. But hours later Kalenz Uradir sat within his study, a quill in hand. A letter was written in ink in his slow and cautious handwriting. Ink, unlike the glowing illusions which he so often favored after all was permanent just as the felling of the trees had been. Eventually he stood and wrapped the message around the foot of a bird along with a small heshan sac before sending it off. The large bird flew swiftly towards Leumalin's council chambers. Flap. Flap. Flap. The letter read as follows: Hieal'mali, Long did you constrict the mali'aheral to their walls with the claim that only you controlled the land which the mali'aheral laid claim to. However, that time of submissiveness of the mali'aheral has long since passed. Upon the maps of the Emperor Horen you may see the land he assumed was our own, far in excess of the land which our 'cousins' dared grant us. In addition, they were a security threat. Thus we have taken the liberty of removing the trees upon the land which is and always was our own. Your druian most likely will require comforting. In order to 'aid' them in their grieving I have provided ten wooden carvings of axes from the wood of the fallen. Forgive their small size, the rest of the wood will be burnt and used as desired. Elmali'nor will learn to respect the borders of the mali'aheral. We request you do not further attempt to alter the land of Haelun'or. maehr'sae hiylun'ehya, Sohaer Kalenz Uradir 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Swgrclan 2682 Share Posted May 22, 2013 Much time had passed since the Druid of Shadows and his fellow brethren, Brother Arum and Brother Rabbit had warned the High-Elves of the repercussions of their crimes; as it seemed, the Pale-Elves did not heed the trio's warning as the three suspected they would not, but as they stated -- "befall the six and twelve will take their place" was no lie or empty warning. Despite the Druid of Shadow himself wishing a more dire fate for the mali'aheral, he would remain seemingly content with the task they are to carry out, no-doubt alongside many more of his Druidic brothers and sisters. But the patience of the Shadow Druid had thinned over the years and the audacity the High-Elven populace holds forces him to teeter upon the edge; what he planned further for the Pale-Elves was unknown to all but himself, and should the mali'aheral disregard the re-planting and continue their slaughter of nature, things will not bode well for them. His choice would be made. In time. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stag 3231 Share Posted May 22, 2013 ((On an OOC note:)) Dun Dun. Dun dun. DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN! Ya gotta shave it first! ((OOC OVER)) Iatrilemar sits quietly in his desk, looking over research papers while sipping on a light herbal tea. "The council themselves said words would get us no where. They wanted action... So be it." Iatrilemar leans back taking another sip with a small smirk across his face. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gunner 775 Share Posted May 22, 2013 Chet grunts, hearing the word after stealing about one hundred thousand valuable items from Wealthy people, "Well.. Alright." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lawrna 440 Share Posted May 22, 2013 As a young Mali'aheral girl returns to her magnificent city from a small adventure looking for ferrets that clearly took longer than she expected. A smile spreads over her lips. "Finally." Her finger runs along the cut off surface of the stump. She winces, inhaling sharply as a sliver of wood pricks her finger. A bead of blood rests on the wound. "Still a danger even when they are gone." The Mali'aheral disappears behind one of the tree trunks. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
E__V__O 2000 Share Posted May 22, 2013 The balance disturbed, natures call crying out in pain as they chip away. Why would someone do such a thing. The great havoc of the realm restores with destruction... Standing of trees as they remove... Dri'Killan rests outside of his once thought grand city of Mali'Aheral just to be shocked by the ponderous sight missing, the trees... left to stumps the wind blowing, the air lowered... the animals pleading in grave of the once home now slaughtered. Why or who would do such a thing... The Mali'Aheral have stepped over the boundary of nature... "The Fungi will grow..." 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Roxforbraynz 251 Share Posted May 22, 2013 Kefi walks through the forest of the Elves, talking to the various animals and listening to the trees. They inform her of the actions of the High Elves and she goes to look. She gazes over the stumps with a worried, yet still calm expression. She says more to herself than to anyone that might be present, "The High Elves disregard the ways of the Aspects. I can still feel the life of the stumps, but they will die soon without their tops to nurture them. Then, they will feed their kin. The cycle will continue with or without the High Elves' help, but their disregard for the cycle is troubling." 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Birdwhisperer 1174 Share Posted May 22, 2013 Elorna retrieves the letter from the council chambers, her hands tightening around the paper as she reads, crumpling the edges of it in her anger. "Their pride is surpassed only by their cruelty... such vile creatures..." 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Baconthief 682 Share Posted May 22, 2013 Lets out a low primal rumble from the back of his throat as he places a hand on a splintered tree. He runs his hand across the stump, feeling its rough abrasive face. Khel begins to murmur to himself through a feral snarl "Faeries" Khel says as he balls a fist and turns about on his heel to step into the shroud of darkness the forest provides 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moot 1719 Share Posted January 4, 2014 Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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