Aeldrin

i detonate a car bomb ((d40

ur a saint for the work ur doing that said please don't add a professions system. none of us have the time to sweat day and night just to craft viable pvp gear anymore

Somewhere deep beneath the halls of Urguan, a centuries old Duregar Thunderfist broods over his ancient defeat.

The First Fennic Bloodline Summit Scribed by Vytrek Tundrak, 1746 From war to war, prince to prince, crisis to crisis – we have wandered in deafening silence. The Principality is mute. Its policy is decided not by booming voices in the halls of our ancestors, but by whispers in the backrooms of a bereft citadel – no longer a fortress-haven for our people, but a haven from them. In empty halls, empty hearths; the price of surreptitious rule. But, we are a persistent people. Our histories are filled with trials to befit only the children of winter itself. Time and time again, we have proven our ability to rise up from the ashes. Our dynamism is our strength; we have adapted to survive, and our state of today bears only a pale resemblance to the ancient nation of yore. Now, once more, we must confront change. The Principality speaks. With the authority of Grand Prince Akkar I Tundrak, the bloodlines and Grand Council of Fenn are summoned to the First Fennic Bloodline Summit, to reforge the Principality from the ground up and determine its future course. For the first time in an age, Tundrak, Atmorice, Drakon, Tathvir, Annungilben, and Sylric shall convene in prudent deliberation, so that the voices of all may be heard. Those who are not of these posts are encouraged to attend, be they ‘fenn or foreigner, to bear witness in the name of transparency. Empowered by the lessons of yesterday, we charge headlong into tomorrow.

Thorrak grins as he gets his war after all. “I jus’ ‘ope ah can get in on t’e action befur t’ey’re all dead!"

Vytrek pledges to personally slay the abomination that calls itself a ‘Ruswickian Snow Elf’.

“Woe unto those who preach of ending non-elven interference in Elven politics, after decades and several wars of them being the only Mali to invite precisely that interference,” says Vytrek, local expert on irony.

“Haelun’or? Incapable of apprehending a single individual without devoting their entire army to it? It's more likely than you think,” notes a popcorn-munching Snow Elf.

Rag’Raguk wanders around the battlefield, head-butting to death whatever wounded men remained and collecting his five trophies.

ur a good man and ive had a lot of fun playing this dumb game w/ you @Harold

“They make obvious the fact that they intended on simply returning the cultists to their land. It is lamentable that they went back on their word,” states Vytrek.

“These are not the demands we laid forth,” comments Vytrek as he reads over the missive, awaiting the official Fennic response.