Tulan

"Right, and the Empire has been no better. It is truly marvelous how you can spin a foul web of lies. Treason would require that Haense was still vassalized." The words restricted and enslaved had been attempted to be crossed out, but to little avail. "And thank Godan we have had a prosperous time of great national upheaval, as the popularity of your Empire has only descended further and further, after decades of mismanagement, and terrible diplomatic solutions, It is surprising your Empire have not erupted into civil wars with the lackluster agenda, and wrongful propaganda you spread to your poor citizens who are so heavily taxed by the greedy Imperial Government, such is not a virtuous trait in the eyes of Godan! And that is just another reason your delusional Emperor is unfit, Iblees already beckons to take his blackened soul." Sigmar Baruch shook his head, although not surprised if the constricted people of the Empire would believe this man's word over anything factual.

"A true testimony to Haenseti honour, granting their captives last rites. A good call. If only the Empire would hold their captives to the same standard." Sigmar Baruch smiled briefly as news reached Valwyck, signing the Lorraine out of respect for the fallen knight's familiy.

"The Imperial majesties cry injustice when others employ bandits as mercenaries, and then continue to do the same. A standard is good... so a double standard must be even better. I hope they will feel the bitter taste in their mouth once the Ferrymen flip sides again." Sigmar Baruch chuckled at the fickle nature of 'loyalty' of the Ferrymen.

"As Fidei Defensor, in your fictive scenario it would be wrong to elevate a man of such great controversy. A man so dislodged from reality, sitting in his own arrogance. His Empire has turned into a bloodthirsty militant state in a very short timespan. Tell me if you would trust a man like that? From where I stand, this Empire would not stop until it has subjugated, or forced everyone under their banner." Sigmar Baruch, a man in his prime rebuked, pondering why anyone blindly follow this man. "We as Haensemen did not gain Independence so that some rabid dog can take away our freedoms and leash us into a state of obedience. Simply put from another perspective... no one trust that Oren will be satisfied with Lower Petra, seems more likely that's a pretext to conquest, and not reconquest. Oren is not in the right this time."

"This is a momentous step for our peoples, may our unity prosper for a long time." Ruathar Indoren smiled widely, his mood shifting slightly as he looks over the ledger with a furrowed brow as he took stock of all the goods he still needed to have moved to their new home.

"Some shoes the next Pontiff will have to fill, hopefully they will live up to the legacy of Everard." Sigmar Baruch signed the Lorraine in honour of the late Pontiff.

"It seems the valah of Blackvale are only loyal to the money, they cared very little for their individualism afterall. Now they're merely another puppet in the foul plot of the Empire." Ruathar Indoren shook his head as the news reached Nor'asath, the closest neighbour to Blackvale.

"The day the rest of the sons of Malin reunite under Haelun'or will be at the end of the World. Just accept it, no one with a logical mind would acknowledge you, Braxus, as the future of all Mali. You sow discourse with Fenn with baseless accussations, and your ill-witted kinsmen post the most obscene propaganda, claiming Fennic people are beastial looking. Where we all know that to be a false narrative. So end your sickening propaganda." Ruathar Indoren laughs at the folly that continuously spew from Haelun'or.

Ruathar Indoren laughs wholeheartedly at the comical display of Maliata'thill propaganda. "As a 'ker who deeply deeply value the Mali'fenn, and would consider them as kinsmen. And having personally met the Fennic Prince, I will say he look more akin to the 'thill. However with a more friendly demeanor toward outsiders. To the common citizens of Haelun'or, I implore you to seek out your own truth. You cannot fully live with a half truth. So here is the underside to their disturbing use of mystifying the 'fenn as bloodthirsty fiends. They're not twisted beings with fangs for teeth." He smiled briefly at the depiction, finding very little that looks like their Prince. "Do not follow your leaders from a point of blissful ignorance. Go out into the World with an open heart and mind, fellow lliran of the 'thill. My words may fall on deaf ears, but if just one out of a hundred 'thill form their own opinion it would be enough."

"And yet, Fenn has thrived despite all odds, what they have accomplished in the near inhospitable place they call home is admirable. They have held their own in battles against evil most in their lifetime could not comprehend. Where as the Silver state has become sloth, an imagery of a decaying state, complacent in their otherwise irrelevant place. They have only themselves to blame, as they are secluded on their island, far from the rest of the sons of Malin. Why should we care for the words of a toothless viper so detached from our people?" Ruathar Indoren would pose the question to his fellow Mali'ker in Nor'asath. "To the rightful leader of 'thill. And a new era for all free thinking mali'thill!" He slammed a goblet into the table, a smile on his face.

"At this rate, there will be no reason to fight the Haelun'orian Silver State. We can carve out our own Princedom, and let the withering and corruption of Haelun'or undo itself." Ruathar Indoren smiled widely as the news reached him, pleased that 'Fenn, 'ker, and 'thill can still form strong bonds. "A new dawn is rising for all Mali. Haelun'or can choose to fade into the pages of history, or fall in line with the new rhetoric."

"A shame to have that happen to you, lliran. Still that is not applicable to every dwed, it's a small margin who resort to clipping of ears. In all my years, I have seen too many misguided people, from all over do that to mali. It's not exclusively dwed, sadly the Orenians are not beneath clipping ears either, despite their progressiveness. It's easy to judge everyone, it is far more complex than that. We as Mali should be better than this."

"How? Dwarves have been good to us for many years, llir. You should expand your horizon beyond Ephesius and Oren before making such a statement." Ruathar Indoren sighed as it seems misinformation is becoming more and more common.

"When have 'thill ever been the defender of all Mali? Their own self-serving ideals are what limits their progression. Just yesterday I was indirectly threatened by one of your kinsman who invited me to Haelun'or to 'talk', he became very upset as I turned down the proposal. Even so, I think I made the right call with the venom that spewed unto the papers of the next few correspondences we shared. Clearly I made a wise decision not to go there alone, so to all. Should you be invited by a representative of Haelun'or. Make sure to bring a retinue of trusted people there, likely more than seven." Ruathar Indoren sighed deeply, seeing as there is still along way to go toward unity of all Mali.

"Finally, the bonds of the sons of Malin are mending." Ruathar Indoren would smile as news reached Nor'asath, he began sharpening his sword, should they need to fight the mali'thill after the war with the false Emperor was concluded.

"Fret not, people of Sedan, The Hartcold are renowned for being turncoats." Sigmar Baruch chuckled, not very surprised.

"A wise man, if only more could see that Phillip lll is tearing down the foundation of the Empire. He would be wise to relinquish his claim and flee Almaris forever." Sigmar Baruch said "Begone Phillip, scourge of humanity."

"More Orenians should come to realize the Empire is not their Emperor and Empress, the Empire may endure long after their foul bodies are food for worms." Sigmar Baruch sighed, pondering greatly why anyone would follow such cruel overlords to begin with, he came to the conclusion it must be blind ignorance.

"Doing good deeds should be sufficient enough for God, no matter your preference in religion. A dangerous sentiment for some, but that is fine with me. Who are we to guess at what God thinks as worthy?" Sigmar Baruch would state.

"Per'aps me kinsmen ain't tha' bad afterall, eh." Donn Guthrie II of Clan Guthrie would comment, a jovial smile passing his lips.

"Perhaps it's time for a proper coalition to thwart the Savoyard, and their false Emperor." Sigmar Baruch would add. "In the light of Godan, there will be justice to these traitors who corrupt the whole of canonism." Elsewhere Ruathar Indoren would be smiling fondly as the budding new Empire made more and more enemies. "A global war is brewing." He muttered in his clanhall

"If more people shared your view, rather than follow blind indoctrination of religious institutions. Perhaps the World would be a better place for all, no matter what religion you preach, or if you like most see that genuinely good deeds in your daily life amounts to more than a life of servitude to the church. More individual thinkers like you should be welcome." Sigmar Baruch looked over the missive with a smile.

Ruathar frowned deeply as he sat among his fellow Mali'ker when he got the news. "We must aid our brothers in the snow, before we let this scourge spread to all of Almaris unhinged. As the caretakers of this world, we as the sons and daughters of Malin must lead this fight. Rather than sitting in compliance and accept the annihilation of the Mali'Fenn." He urged the the ker around him to go to the Fennic Remnants when the time would come.

"I applaud you in your endeavour Kolturian, truly. Though I fear the tear among our people have become too great. I will admit I have little love left for one son of Malin, that is no secret. With their countless neglect toward their fellow Mali, I would bow down if you can bring the prideful Mali'thill to the table, but I fear they are lost to their own machinations." "Even so, that should not limit the remaining Mali to form closer relations in the future, that perhaps someone like you may aid in shaping a better tomorrow for Mali. Velulaei y nae ilumeh, Kolturian." Ruathar Indoren, Grand Steward of Stygian Hollow

"A truly devastating loss of civil liberties, Velulaei y nae ilumeh Orinmon, Velulaei y nae ilumeh. And may Krathol torment the souls of these Mali'thill for an eternity." He shook his head in disbelief "How long will the nations of Almaris abide by these merciless acts done by this regime? And what will your 'glorious' state do about the blighted land of Ando Alur, that you caused! Or is this just another one of those times you will disregard your duties for the betterment of all? If you're the main contributor to this blight, you alone should risk your lives cleaning up the chaos you wrought." He frowned deeply as he reached word of another of their transgressions. "Justice always prevail against madness."