Nimbus_Strike

I'm fennting it I'm fennting it so good

Somewhere in an Urguanite vassal, a distant mali'fenn huffed with indignation. "What the **** are they doing there?!" She exclaimed, throwing a copy of the notice to the side. "First that whole incident years ago, and now, becoming thralls of the Empire? This is insanity. Ellenore would be rolling in her grave if she was alive."

This is beautiful - I'm so glad to see our work come to fruition <3

A Mali'fenn in Norland would look to the missive, before giving out a soft sigh. Perhaps it's time to visit her kin in that occupied cihi, oncemore...

I'll see you on the other side... The hyperwar must continue.

So true

The unfortunate truth is that people like ooga booga-ing too much

Preach

"... Well." A wayward 'Fenn of Norland would hear the news, softly sighing, before gently retrieving her Anorum trident and taking it towards the whetstone. "It's time for me to sharpen my blades once more. Neh more dreams."

"Ugh... What year is it now?" A sleepy Mali'fenn would rouse from her bed, her long spiky hair somewhat disheveled as she looked to the notice brought to her door. "IAA 532 - wait... She's married? To a lord of Numendil?" She smiled a little. "This is great! Not what I expected, but I guess I'll join. Something to meet new folks would be nice."

Kek

The death of her princess was, unfortunately, not known to the estranged mali'fenn animatii engineer, who now spends much of her days in quiet meditation outside of her daily routines of training and potioncrafting. Even as her heart was turned to the flames of the All-Father, a part of her still wished things could've been... Different, for her kin. And for everything. Yet still, does she pray for her estranged kin, to their health, well-being, and success in their endeavors, even in all her obliviousness, and as estranged as she was, both in heart and faith. Yet... It was too late for her to act. As it always has, and will.