Tulan

"No sane ker would submit to the indoctrination of the Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya. The Mali'aheral in their hubris has already blighted this world with their foul magic." He let out a sigh. "It seems the Mali'aheral have chosen their hill in which to die upon. A shame they cannot see the error of their ways."

"The war cannot be that pointless, the Mali'aheral are the reason that Urguan and Stygian Hollow is at the risk of being overrun by the blight of Ando Alur." Ruathar Indoren pinned the missive on the notice board in Stygian Hollow after hearing the news.

"Your people are quite possibly delusional, hanging onto your outdated ideals of racial 'purity', only thing you end up with is incestual degeneracy from years of inbreeding, which would explain every one of you succumb to this twisted perception that you all are omnipotent in comparison to the rest of Mali. Truly a testimony that no Mali'ker, or Mali'ame should ever submit to the brutal regime of the Silver State." Ruathar Indoren shuddered at the thought of the horrible bloodshed that continue to go unhinged. "To all those deemed 'Mali'ata' by the Silver State, you should be welcome among any of your friends in any of the other Mali states, rather than needlessly be thrown in the acid pits at the whims of these monsters. Velulaei y nae ilumeh lliran." He returned back to his duties after penning his response.

I'll have to disagree, but I'll bet no one in the community I am in wants to work with most other elves, maybe just wood elves and Fenn. We definitely dislike the High Elves. Too proud in their 'purity'. Would be a nice sentiment if Elves could get along, but that's too much to hope for.

"I see the Mali'ata has not learned from their mistakes." Ruathar chuckled at the folly of the High Elves. "Perhaps just let Ando Alur succumb to the wheel of time?"

((Looks like Inkarnate, nice map))

A mali'ker stood on a hill near the blighted land that was once Ando alur with his hands folded behind his back, a grim expression on his face, he dreaded at the distorted wasteland, as it was ever encroaching on one of the few safehavens for Mali'ker, and of Urguan. "First business should be to aid those places closest to this imminent threat, such as the Stygian Hollow and Urguan. They would be affected first."

Ruathar could not help but smile at the misfortune of the High Elves. "Perhaps this will finally humble the Mali'Ata from their megalomania, and realize they are not above the rest of Mali." He cackled, despite knowing nothing would probably change their twisted views.

My sympathies to the lost in the raze of Elvenesse, Malin must weep for the countless losses." Ruathar Indoren sighed deeply as he heard the news. "Velulaei y nae ilumeh, Mali'ame."

"Finally someone who will stand up to these so-called Elves, pointing out that they have stained our culture by intermingling with the Valah beliefs. Truly a devastating thing for all Mali. Minuvas and his kin are a scourge upon our cultural inheritance." Ruathar furrowed his brow deeply as word reached him in the Hollow.

"Your dream of Renelia has shattered into dozens of minor fractions, long may the Hollow prosper under the just rule of our Archon." Ruathar would simply state as he read over the topic, tossing it into the nearest fire with a shake of his head, he sharpened his sword should a clanwar arise.

"Someone has to murder all the innocents, that's beneath the weak Mali'thill. So they let a Kha do their bloodletting. It wouldn't surprise anyone if that cat has thousands on his conscience. If he ever had one." Ruathar Indoren would shake his head as the 'thill race descended further into madness.

A Mali'ker somewhere would revel in the downfall of this tainted state. "Their fate was already set to occur."

"All respect went out the door at the mention of pies with mushrooms, only Iblees' followers would eat such a foul, inedible 'food'." Sigmar Baruch uttered his unpopular opinion in public.

"KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM!" Sigmar cheered as the call for war sounded throughout Haense. "Justice will have its due!" Ruathar Indoren would smile as the news would finally reach Stygian Hollow. "Finally our brethren 'thill will be taught humility for their hubris."

"Since you couldn't decimate Norland, why not do it by mixing of cultures over centuries? A demographic win at this rate would be easier, then your grand-grandchildren may even be Orenian." Ruathar would chuckle as this never seemed to occur to the valah Empire.

"What are they even doing over there?" A Mali'ker laughed at the prospect of their own undermining, stripping their people of real love. "Such a shame that you do not have the freedom of choice."

Meanwhile in the rest of Almaris' forges:

Not gonna lie, I fell right in. Glad its just a joke.

"I have pondered on exactly that, llir. True purity comes in Mali'ker supremacy." Another Mali'ker chimes in. "Too long have we watched our cousins call for purity, with little to no progress, perhaps it's our turn." He rubbed his hands together with a grin.

"It seems you and I have different recollections of the events during the Norlandic War, miss Inui R'ikarth. The picture you paint of Oren as the 'benevolent' state is lost on me, when their soldiers brag about how they will murder innocent babes and mothers, aswell as directly threatening to harm my cousin, the Matriarch of the Indoren for having an address in Varhelm at the time of the war." Ruathar shook his head. "As a father myself I could not imagine a greater evil than that, and such the common soldier in the Orenian army should be held to a higher accountability, leading Oren toward the greatness that you claim it should be."

Just putting it out there

"Takes a certain coward to kidnap a baby. Let this monster get the swift justice of the headman's Axe." Ruathar frowned, deeply disturbed by the news of the kidnapping.

Good.