Wyrvun

"Maybe they'd fight better if they used iron instead of ancient, droopy bronze." A certain Fennic peacekeeper muses, twirling a captured bronze dagger that he then adds to his collection of many, many trophies taken from the greek elves.

A group of Fennic peacekeepers are drawing straws for the last alcohol ration in the middle of the street.

Ayred Drakon lightly whistles, he and his comrades cleaning their weapons as the missive is read aloud in the tavern he mumbles "These words seem oddly familiar."

Ayred Drakon sits idle in the Haelun'orian tavern, donning his blue berret for the first time with a number of Fennic comrades. "Wyrvun, I hate peace keeping duty..." The elf mutters. "I wish the republicans would just show their faces instead of hiding amongst the civilians like cowards..."

Ayred lightly raises both brows at the absolute speed of the Haelun'orian printing presses after such an event - He had only gotten the news by messenger, and shortly after the missive freshly printed reached him. "Perhaps I underestimated their logistical prowess... Still- have some Warden send a detachment of sappers, some engineers and workers to help them rebuild." The councilor instructs simply to the Guardian who had brought him such a message. Unconnected with these events, those who had, at the very same dawn been his enemies. The 'fenn felt no hard feelings, though a newfound sympathy for the 'thill plight. "Our distant cousins. Perhaps I should send more then just engineers to help rebuild your walls. After a signed peace, too."

Ayred Drakon lightly raises both brow. "A surprise, ti, be it a welcome one." The 'fenn notes, rising from his seat, and looking out the window with a sort of smile. "To forge a better world, not for ourselves, but for our ome'ii. That is our supreme goal, our supreme objective. Nothing comes before that."

pretty.......

A kharajyr scans over the paper, and indeed, after a few hours of light work he nods a few times, humming to himself contently. "Strange, there I shall go then."

"Yeah, I know we're infertile. Anyways, here are my 8 brothers, 6 sisters, my mom and my 2 dads, my 4 uncles, 6 aunts, my 19 cousins, 3 daughters, 6 sons, and here is their dad. I know it's not a lot but I'm only 50 right now." - Most of the elf community

Ayred quietly ponders what civilians were harmed during the pillage. The 'fenn were given specific orders to not attack civilians, merely destroy property. Strange that people were dying. Well at least those that didn't resist. Now, he almost wished he had.

Ayred Drakon recalls the events of the day. "I didn't see any tea..." he remarks dryly as he and his comrades march away from the not-so-silver city.

MC Name: Wyrvun RP Name: Ayred Drakon :) Nation: Fenn

MC Name - Wyrvun Discord - Cats#0693 I, Ayred Drakon pledge my weapon of craft to be used within the tournament of Almaris. I represent the nation of FennMy blood is that of Mali'fenn and my weapon shall represent as such. I will not issue any punishment or harm to Sir Reginald Persepolis Montgomery the Fourth if such an incident arises at the tournament. I bequeath my tournament weapon to be under his jurisdiction if dismantled or broken during the processions. If any bodily harm comes to my form, or happens in response to my weapon. I shall ignore such incidents and allow for this tournament to continue. I shall promise to not use the devious acts of the arcane to influence my weapon or the tournament myself, for doing so shall have myself removed from the contest or recycled into different bodily fluids. Signed, Ayred Drakon, Vigilant of Charity

The Saneyir’s Election, Yr 61 SA Regarding the election of the Saneyir of the Bloodless, there has been much speculation regarding the election date, time, and the specific requirements for candidacy. This missive shall provide all information for candidates, both future and present. To vote, you must be a citizen of Fenn, own property in Fenn, or be a member of the Ivae’fenn belonging to no currently represented bloodline, talonii, clan, seed, etc. Candidates may announce themselves at any point before the voting. I, Ayred Drakon, will be managing the elections, the commencement of which shall be publicly announced. On the ballot, voters will include their name, valid address, race, and age. In order to sign up for election, announce your candidacy, to include assurances that you are qualified to run - including name and address. If elected, you will serve a 4-year term, roughly 1 elven month. You are free to do what campaigning you will have before the date of the election which shall be announced soon. Penned on the Authority Of, The Halerir Of Fenn, Vigilant of Charity, Ayred Drakon Prince of Fenn, Prince of the Snow Elves, Vytrek Tundrak

Ayred Drakon points to his own signature, saying "Hey, that's me!" His voice echos through his home. . . "Honestly forgot I signed this." He'd admit after to the empty halls. "The 'ker are pretty cool though. Think we could have stomping parties, like the annoying flat-mates we are?"