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Kosher Daesmon Fier laughs at the mentioning of the sieges. "Round two ey?"

As Kosher Daesmon Fier reads the missive, he laughs. “Not even my father was dumb enough to let me do this, and he didn’t even try to raise me”

Kosher Fier Daesmon, an elf who has ties and some loyalties to the church, bows his head once he reads the missive. "Humanity can't even choose their own Pontiff now, this is absurd."

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Kosher Fier is inspired by the moving missive. “If I were an Orenian, I’d by shaking in my wig right now”

A young Mali sat at his desk, reading the missive with a smile. As he read the last sentence, he began to chuckle. "Tis almost midnight Llirs!" As he bellows, a small group surrounding him cheers, ready for the possible conflict, and possible revenge.

Kosher Fier, having many interactions with the church, spits on the missive. “Church be Damned if they say GOD won’t allow justice to come forth after so much time. If GOD is so good, where be the justice against the Orenians?”

Oem Mali, Oem Nation Divided as a Race, we shall fall. We must stand as One, the meaning of this call. For Elves have been divided so long, all are weak The Future of our Race looks grey and bleak. Heed the call to take a stand. Against all odds, we need one command. ------------------------------------------------ A mysterious missive appears pinned on trees across the West. Any diligent folk could see a hooded figure running on the roads, the occasional pointed ear coming out of their hood. Dear Mali of all kind, wether it be Thill, Ker, Ame, or Aheral. The time has come to come together as not many groups, but as one race. As Man continues to vy for power, that of the Elves have weakened. No longer are we the proud people we once were, but a fractured and broken illusion of our former glory. The Elven people submit to rulers of not of the ancient culture. Elves roam around Almaris, aimlessly trying to find shelter to thrive. As the Elven powers weaken, such as those of Hael'unor and Elvendom, The Kingdoms of Man flourish and expand, that of the Dwarves does as well. What do we have? A race of broken souls and powerless puppets? Are we going to put up with being pawns? We must stand behind a united cause, not simply a coalition, but one nation. Elves shant go another century of being powerless. We must rise. We Must Survive. -Kolturian the Kesselite.

Kosher Fier, an experienced warrior for hire, watches the up and coming beast. “Pure potential, one day he’ll be one of the best in Amaris”

Kosher Fier prepares for conflict as he reads the missive. He could be seen riding hard towards Uruguan, preparing himself for the battles to come.

This Rant is somewhat valid, good work Void!

CEO Kosher Fier slowly and methodically thinks through the missive. He let's out an audible sigh before moving another piece on a chessboard in the corner of his room. One could see it was only a pawn, but opened a path for a rook to fork. "Let's see how this will affect the game."

Kosher Fier looks at the missive, impressed. "Those so wise to see the path of destruction which is to follow... perhaps I shall visit them." He quickly stuffs the missive in his pocket, mounting his horse to those who speak with such wisdom.

Ladies and gentlemen, the hero we needed, but never deserved. O7

As Kosher Daesmon walks into his home, he collapses on his bed, taking off his breastplate, revealing a patched wound from the battle. "So many good people dead, more wounded, to not even satisfy the wrath of that lizard." He finally changes into his trench coat, deciding to wander to the woodlands surrounding Elysium. As he does, he sees a steady stream of people coming from the lake, himself being at the front of them only hours prior. "Better late than never"

As Kosher looked upon the city he fought to defend, he was filled with sadness at the friends lost. "This wasn't a battle, but lamb to the slaughter." He walked away, knowing that Almaris would never be the same.

"Is this what us elves have gone down to? Falling apart and bickering like men?" Kosher Daesmon questions, throwing down multiple missives into a fire. "Perhaps we are at the end of a chapter, where a new one with fresh ink can begin." The young elf states, beginning to rapidly write with quill on parchment, preparing public statements.

“A blunder, brilliant move, or one of unimportance” The young elf remarks, thinking of the current world affairs. As he takes off his armor from the recent raid, he sneezes.

“I see nothing but truth in these papers,” Kosher says, spitting on ground. He then goes back to drinking and dreaming.

Looks at Elsiimah'Ceru before grabbing one for himself. "I guess we can" He says, putting it in his coat pocket IGN: PanchoII RP Name: Kosher Daesmon

Kosher Daesmon drinks and laughs while reading the paper

Kosher Daesmon watches from a distance. "Farewell." He simply says, turning back to his little brother and the life ahead of him

Kosher Daesmon reads the paper with great interest. "Recent events get more interesting everyday" He remarks, going back to sipping his mead