RachelPotato

An elfess walks through the trees as she reads. With a shake of her head she crumbs the paper and shoves it in her bag. "United? You do ne have all the groups of elves in this..." The ame trails off with her thoughts "And to take a dead name..." A chuckle escapes her lips "How original. Dare to disgrace our history, seems only right. We all know elves will never truly be united... Not when our true colors show."  

9 minutes ago, RachelPotato said:

A single tear drops off of a mother's face and she falls to her knees. Then before you know it they pour down here face.

 

Her heart breaks into a million pieces. She thinks back to Hui's father and smiles as she remembers her best friend, he too forcefully taken away from her. 

 

The tears stop and rage fills her face. As she stands and walks to her knife cabinet she flings the doors open, lines her belt and walks out to do a job. 

 

As she walks she thinks back to all the memories of her darling child and the love she had for them. She pushes out of the gates of her home city and walks down the dusty road, a path taken by her a million times over. This time it was different. This time it was for Hui

The song behind her as soon as she stands up.

https://youtu.be/VYIdx0J7SPA

A single tear drops off of a mother's face and she falls to her knees. Then before you know it they pour down here face.

Her heart breaks into a million pieces. She thinks back to Hui's father and smiles as she remembers her best friend, he too forcefully taken away from her. 

The tears stop and rage fills her face. As she stands and walks to her knife cabinet she flings the doors open, lines her belt and walks out to do a job. 

As she walks she thinks back to all the memories of her darling child and the love she had for them. She pushes out of the gates of her home city and walks down the dusty road, a path taken by her a million times over. This time it was different. This time it was for Hui.

[!] A piece of parchment is spread through the realm to anywhere that is relevant, it holds only a few words.

"The deed is done. The Tahorran's are dead."

The paper is not signed, one can only assume what this means.

Rylleah ap Tahorran thinks long and hard. When she closes her eyes she can see the children begging to be spared and the cries of the innocent. She thinks back to when Ameasil said that she and her seed was innocent, minus Tahlia, and can still see the man charging to take her life as well as her unborn child. To think the only reason she was shown mercy for a crime she did not commit was because of the little one. Rylleah shakes her head and opens her eyes. "A day I never thought I would see." she whispers softly to herself. "Aspect save their souls.." She then prays for the ones who died. The ones who killed. The ones who sat back and watched. Finally she prayed for the council and the Prince. "Nemglan strike me down if I have done any wrong." Is her final prayer before Rylleah stands up, hugs her family then moves to her table begging to write letters for what is about to come.

Rylleah shakes her head as she sits in her boat and reads. "What a shame. They just fear who actually started it if they keep taking it out on other." Rylleah tisks as she lets the paper fall to the table. "They must be truly scared to lose their power."

[!] A letter would be found pinned to trees and posts in Elvenesse. Some would also be delieved to others outside the nation by an older barn owl.

Aboard Malinic Ship GOLDEN WIND, in North Harbor, Amaethea

To all to whom this may come, greetings:

Desiring a clear account be made of the objections against the right honorable Lord Exarch Evar'tir Oranor, Adjudicator of Malchediael, etc., which lead to the withdrawal of his nomination for High Prince of the Crown of Elvenesse, I have set them here.

The said honorable Lord Exarch and his colleagues, being anxious to assure the Ithelanen Seed of their esteem despite that family's well-known enmity towards the Crown, subjected Laetranis ap Tahorran, Coyote Druid, my father and predecessor in the captaincy of my Seed, to three punishments of increasing damage and indignity for the same supposed offense against the Ithelanen: first flogged on the orders of the honorable Lord Exarch; then surrendered to the Ithelanen that they might strike off a hand and an ear, put out his eyes, and draw his teeth; and finally banished from the lands of the Crown.  Before and during the intervals between each of these acts, the honorable Lord Exarch and his colleagues provided us with assurances that Laetranis would not suffer, or would not suffer further; these were of little value in the fact.

While these indignities were under contemplation and with Orkish or Ithelanen action an immediate threat, I desired the Council provide some guarantees of the safety of my seed, as is the customary duty of overlords, and received no reply to my very modest proposals to that end.

The failure of the policy of the honorable Lord Exarch and his colleagues as it concerns my seed undoubtedly contributed to the death of one of my relatives, of which we had news only when his skin was discovered to have been worn as a coat by an Orc.

Considering these actions, and the manner in which they were carried out, I am obliged to perceive a cavalier attitude among the honorable Lord Exarch and his colleagues towards my relatives and accordingly I, when given the chance, did not support the nomination of either sitting Councilor for High Prince.

I desire this letter be considered but an elaboration of my statement in the recent court of the Council, and to reassure my readers, particularly those who may sit upon the Council, of my sustained loyalty to the Crown of Elvenesse and that of my relatives; the manner with which we are habitually treated has only deepened my belief in the necessity for unity among all our people. I have only the best hopes for the amicable elevation of a worthy successor to his Grace the High Prince and I will work united with my brother- and sister-chiefs to this end and for the maintenance of our city in service of our people. 

Rylleah ap Tahorran

LEADER OF THE PEOPLE OF NEMGLAN

Rylleah notices it and reads it. She goes to her boat to sit down and begins to write.

7 minutes ago, Keefy said:

Hareven doesn't know this person or what she intends but mentally agrees.

Rylleah is the Chieftain of the Tahorrans. (for OOC context)

Rylleah ap Tahorran reads threw the letters again. She thinks back to the conversations that she has had this elven day and sighs leaning back in her chair "If only she would agree to meet with me we could work this out instead of sending letters back and forth, next elven day I will seek her out myself and see what we can do." Rylleah begins to write to find her and schedule a time and place. 

After Rylleah reads the document she throws it into the firepit "What a stupid man, he knows nothing about what he writes about."