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"Elves.." A gnarled mali'aheral would grunt the words out, pride mingling with contempt as he did so. "Beings who should be warriors with no equal, but instead have existed as naive pacifists for generations.." His gaze would peer from the slits in his helm, it was as if twin infernos inhabited the space where his eyes should rest. "The elves of Caurost have made it their duty to show this sentiment its due worth.." His flame fueled visage would settle upon the walls of Celia'nor. "Let such strength at arms eclipse simple artistry of the tongue."

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[!] A lone mali’aheral would read the missive, a fire burned in his eyes as he nodded along to its words. “The horde is strong, I hope they allow me to assist in their fight.”

A multitude of identical letters would be spread throughout the nations of Almaris. Dear people of Almaris, I am Khiiral Erwenys, son of Tanyl. Last elven night I encountered a strange creature riding beneath the waves outside of Elvenesse, followed by a peculiar sloop. I could not help but believe that there was something very wrong with this particular vessel. A sense of unease seemed to overtake me as I looked upon it, so I beseech thee, people of Almaris, to prepare yourselves for a potential threat looming upon the horizon. I am unsure of the exact nature or design of what is yet to come but I am worried nonetheless. The vessel will arrive upon our shores in one elven day, be prepared. signed, Khiiral Erwenys

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A hooded messenger would arrive at the vale, short in height and speaking not once. He stood there in eerie silence before handing the ranger manning the gates a peculiar letter. To whom it may concern, If you are reading this, I am dead. Whatever foul beast or crude man took my life, I hope it was a worthy death! Regardless, I have a son, Khiiral. He should live in the woods surrounding Norland, he is not typically fond of visitors. If you receive this letter I expect you to be a close friend of mine, find him if you would. He is not a young man, despite his appearance he holds wisdom which most likely far surpasses that of my own. Now go, may the aspects guide you llir. Kind regards, Tanyl Erwenys When the hooded figure had seen the deed through, he departed with what seemed to be many more of these letters.

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“The sly bastard did it..” Tanyl would say with a grunt, a wryly grin etched upon his strained features. “I am grateful that I served beside you mal’onn, do our people proud.”

A jaded mali’aheral would cock an eyebrow as he read the parchment, his ocean blue visage scanning the page curiously. “I do believe the aptly named ‘Tyrant’ would serve Elvenesse better than this man.. regardless, I suppose we shall see what happens.”

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A young dwarf by the name of Dorn Starbreaker, son of Rogal and brother of Nara has passed away. His stocky frame having slipped into a gaping chasm, leading to his untimely demise. We weep.

“Ah, how I miss our friendship, Brother Wildfire.” The Leviathan druid would sigh, a wryly smile tugging upon his lips.

Tanyl would scowl at such remarks, his ocean blue visage casting ire in the direction of the ‘ame. “Silence yourself fledgling, you do not understand the venom which you spit from your foul maw.” The ‘aheral’s normally calm composure cracked as he turned to face her fully, the spiraling tattoos of ocean waves and a great leviathan covering his bare body pulsed with a faint blue light as he spoke. “Be grateful that those more intelligent than you handled this situation, otherwise it would’ve been far more bloody.”

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“This is neither based nor redpilled.. dismissed.”