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An Eternal Union of The Sun and The Snow.

[!] An invitation would find it’s way to the citizenry of the Almenodrim, along with close family and friends of the betrothed couple. 

You are officially invited to the wedding ceremony between Aesilnoth Tundrak and the Lady Idril Sylvaeri. To occur in one elven week’s time, these two mali shall join together in matrimony under the seven skies. All who receive this invitation are welcome to attend! A time of joy and happiness is in order in the face of a greater evil. We must not allow hope to be crushed, but to flourish!

(OOC INFO: Wedding will be on Saturday, August 8th at 4 PM EST.)

A Snow Elven warrior laments over the now deceased Artanaro. “And yet another man I hold respect for passes on. And thus my curse of madness draws ever closer.” He sighed to himself, setting down missive upon a table. “I hope your gods smiled on you, Artanaro. Ito nae elannil’wyrvun.” 

Somewhere throughout the land of Arcas a certain Snow Elf would find the declaration. “I do love the Dwed and I ******* hate Uruks...” He’d decide, placing the missive into his travel pack.

In reply to Datura Tathvir.

“To the now councilor Datura Tathvir, 

You have outlined the reason I did not return in your letter. But I do not believe you have a true grasp of the situation. During that time, I had entered Tahu’lareh to reminisce within my home. Upon entry, I spotted a masked individual making his way into your very own bloodline manor. A manor which had been inhabited by my dearest Rhaella. You did not have children of your own, last we spoke. But I’m sure you can understand the true power, that is the feeling of love a maln has for his only daughter. Though it was not my jurisdiction in the eyes of the law, by the eyes of nature it was. I confronted this individual, seeing as he was only hours before turned away from Irrinor under similar suspicion. That is why the altercation occurred. I will not lie, I would do absolutely anything to ensure Rhaella’s safety. If that meant breaking laws that I myself wrote as High Justiciar, then so be it. What I had not anticipated, was having a militia of ‘ame whom I once saw as lliran attack me so abruptly under Aldred’s order. What I did not expect, was having my blood related nephew forego my rights as mali’fenn to a trial and having my chance to defend my actions to the ‘fenn stripped from me. What I did not expect, was having those who had served faithfully under my command enter my cell and mercilessly beat me under my nephew’s order. I did not expect those same two individuals to then use a warhammer, a weapon renown for it’s destructive blows to be used over, and over, and over, and over again on each and every limb. While I sat there and screamed for mercy, I was offered none. I was only left in a dark cell to die alone. That was when the very girl you make note of, my dearest daughter Rhaella discovered me in that very cell. And only through her help was I able to flee the city I had once held so dear. I was brought to the doorstep of Aegrothond on the brink of death and only through the careful work of the Sea Prince was my life spared. I still owe Feanor a life debt I could never repay. His kindness is at a level of it’s own and the serenity he keeps amongst the mali of Almenor is bar none a step above the rest. This is the reason I have stayed away. I bare a metal rod within my leg because of Aldred the unworthy, thus the painful memory never fades. I ask you this instead Datura, would you so easily return to a place if it had been you? So you see, the choice to return is not so simply black and white. There is distress and trauma you cannot understand. 

You are right on one account, I cannot claim to know all of Akkar’s actions and deeds throughout the span of his reign. The only basis I have is what I have been offered. And what I was offered is an equivalent to being spit on by the youngest iteration of my blood. Not once, but twice now. Salt rubbed into an open wound. So it is my sincere apology that I would not stay silent on such a subject matter. Not only this, I was recently visited by an old llir of mine. One who serves your Prince as we speak. She tells me that Akkar has labeled me a terrorist, but why? I have not spoken out in open defiance of his reign, I have not spoken out against my home, nor my kin. Why is it so, that he sees me in such a dark way? All the letters I have written, have been direct replies to those regarding myself. Ones in which this boy attempts to rip away my family name and spread misinformation. It is deplorable, to say the least. Despite this, I paid a visit to an old friend of mine. The Under King Utak Ireheart, who held skepticism about signing a pact with Akkar. And yet again from the King’s own words, my nephew belittled and demeaned my name. Even with all of this in mind, I still assured Utak I would take no action against Akkar or Fenn itself. Reassurance that a peace agreement between both nations would remain safe. I am not some demon, despite what is said about me. I am mali’fenn who walks the path Wyrvun has guided for me. If your worship reigns true, you would understand that hesin’fin is not a physical plot of land, but rather the spirit which resides in us all. As kin reborn from the madness of the World Altar. I leave you with this, Datura. May Wyrvun guide and preserve us all.”

Ito nae elannil’wyrvun

With regards,

Aesilnoth Tundrak.

Just now, beng363 said:

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A Crown carried by a shell.

In response to the Grand Pretender Akkar.

“To Akkar,

It is with my utmost regret to inform you of the falsities in your documents. It seems the scribes within the halls of the Citadel were remiss in their duty. As to my twin, it was her own choice to continue to hold our haelun’s name of Annungilben even after the discovery of our true lineage. It rather amuses me you would make mention of your maln, Aelthos Tundrak III. A man I myself helped raise whilst your mar’maln Aelthir was busy leading our kin. I believe by now you should have received a letter from that very ‘fenn. 

Keeping such in mind, I am fully aware of the values my family has upheld as the rightful leaders of the mali’fenn. And I can say without fail that you have tarnished our name. You make more claims of words from ghosts, Akkar. As the former Grand Marshal I know all too well these documents you cite are kept under strict supervision, unless that has changed under your rule. Who’s to say your words are even the truth? I myself have bolstered the support of people who I led in the past. Along with many who have served as council to your predecessors, for they know the truth you attempt to hide. 

 While I do not know you personally, I know from your words the type of person you are. But I do agree, the mali’fenn know of my character. The former Fennic citizens who left to escape the tyranny of Aldred the unworthy are still people I would lay my life down for. It is clear now in your refusal to an honor duel under the sight of Wyrvun that you yourself would never do the same. You have brought this upon yourself by making proclamations with ill intent. How dare you attempt to strip me of a name that I have fought and bled for. Whereas you have done little to nothing for our kin. You are a shell, a pedestal of which the crown worn by my dearest friend Aelthir Tundrak the second of his name sits upon. You are, in its simplest form, a pretender, Akkar. It pains me that I write these words to someone who holds my family’s name. It pains me to see that the future of the Tundraks has become so dim. You are not the first boy Prince to soil and disgrace us. But I will say with assurance you will be the last. 

Until we may meet, Akkar.” 

Signed, Aesilnoth Tundrak.

6 minutes ago, Kaelan said:

Lyemar Aureon’s brow would perk at the letter as he read it over. A slight chuckle would escape him and he shakes his head before tossing it aside.

 

“This ‘Fenn is quite stupid. Like a dog with a treat hung in front of him, he follows only his nose – greed driving him forward while he forgets all else.” The ‘Ame would then clear his throat, beginning to quote an announcement from the ‘Fennic author. “On this day, the 3rd of Snow’s Maiden, 1736. I Aesilnoth am relinquishing the name Tundrak, am relinquishing my command of the Ivae’fenn, and am relinquishing my position within the Princedom of Fenn. This might come as a shock to some, or all. But it is a necessity for my sanity. I can no longer bare the burden of watching my kin die under my command. So many names that become lost to time, but never to me. I shall continue my path in the name of Wyrvun, honoring the Mali’fenn’s immortal pact. For what is to come next, only time shall tell. But as of the present, I am leaving my home, my people, my kin behind.”

 

 

 

Aesilnoth chuckles as another failed nation leader throws his two cents into the fray. 

An open letter addressed to Akkar Tundrak.

“To my Great-nephew Akkar,

I have read over your missive with pure disdain. For I am the one disappointed in you and your actions. You were meant to be better than your predecessors and this, I assure you is not the way. You are a mere boy playing at a game you know little to nothing about. You are a Grand Pretender, presiding over only snow and ghosts. I, Aesilnoth Tundrak the eldest male of our line do not recognize you as the Grand Prince of our kin. You hold no domain over the name Tundrak and you are abhorrent in your duties. Not once previous to this letter of yours have I seen any attempts at reuniting our race and it is sad. 

You speak of our blood fighting in the front lines, but you yourself have never seen or been in the battlefield. As the former Commandant and Grand Marshal of the Ivae’fenn, I led our kin to countless victories and fought alongside both your Maln and Mar’maln. Your words are empty and you hold a crown of lies. Your letter was both disgusting and completely off-base.

You, Akkar, have disgraced our name and our kin with your words. You have simply dishonored the name Tundrak and it will not stand. If you wish to attempt and take away my name, then you will do so from my cold and dead hands. Without war and without armies. I, Aesilnoth Tundrak first of my name, hereby challenge the offender, Akkar Tundrak the first of his name to an honor duel to first blood. You are a greenhorn in combat, thus I shall not demand your life for we are blood. If I emerge victorious, you shall never again take claim of the Tundrak name and forfeit all future attempts at such. If I am defeated, I will openly renounce my name and continue to live in peace. 

You have the time period of THREE elven days to submit your response. 

Disregarding this challenge will result in my victory.

Cowardice in the face of this challenge will result in my victory.

Refusal of this challenge will result in my victory.

Ito nae elahern’wyrvun, Akkar. 

With regards,

Aesilnoth Tundrak, former Commander and Grand Marshal of the Ivae’fenn, DrakonValkyr of Tahu’lareh, former High Justiciar of Fenn. 

(OOC info: If the duel is accepted, it will be a 1v1 mechanics combat until one party is downed. The setting for the duel will be decided by the agreement of both parties.)

Aesilnoth Tundrak reads over the letter with a deep frown. He sets down at his desk and begins to write.

Reply to a summons.

“This is a formal reply to the summons dubbed “Act of Tir’Kathir”. I Aesilnoth, former Commander and Grand Marshal of Fenn, former High Justiciar of Tahu’lareh, and member of the Tundrak bloodline am willing to cooperate in regards to a summons. However, I will not answer a call simply approved by Aelthos. If the Grand Prince wishes to speak with me, I will await a missive written by him personally. 

As for the threat of being extracted by force, Aelthos, you and I both know it doesn’t  matter how hard you may try the Ivae’fenn will never reach me. I was handed an ultimate injustice at the hand of your son. A boy who clearly couldn’t handle the pressures of leading our people, a boy who I hear called upon the help of paladins rather than his own Ivae’fenn when his intended was assassinated. I look forward to clearing the air of this entire situation involving Aldred and the traitor ‘ame. I look forward to hearing from you, Aelthos. Ito nae elahern’wyrvun. 

Signed, Aesilnoth Tundrak. Former Commander and Grand Marshal of the Ivae’fenn, former  High Justiciar of Tahu’lareh, Former Drakon Valkyr of Fenn.

6 minutes ago, Unwillingly said:

Late in the day, a malnourished young boy sprints up to Aesilnoth, stopping just before the snow elf. His clothes appeared to be dirt-covered and torn, blond hair an unkempt mess. At his hip, a pouch of minas. Within his grasp, however, he carried an envelope.

“Mister Aesilnoth?” he calls through winded breath. “Is it you? I have a letter from one of the Irrinite Ilerir!” 

If he chose to read the letter, it would say the following.

“Aesilnoth, 

The mali’ame people have had enough of your nonsense, you absolute bumbling buffoon. With every letter, you drag your own name through the mud, you moron, and only make yourself look more and more deplorable. You’ve done absolutely nothing to aid the mali’ame other than stain the name of our militia by sitting in the square drinking yourself away (while serving as a Halerir, might I add). You’ve proven absolutely nothing for our people, and have done nothing to prove your worth, yet claim to have like the delusional loon you are.

You’ve taken pride in successfully and repetitively bringing harm to your people after they attempted to subdue you when you had an emotional tantrum, you ******* dolt, so don’t you dare ever claim that you’ve been rejected unjustly. The removal of your titles was, and is, entirely justified, you absolute disappointment of a mali. You have absolutely no idea what you’re even saying, you idiot. 

Cease your mindless blabbering, cease these weightless letters, and cease writing to Miklaeil under the statement of victory, you ******* dimwit.”

Signed,
Eir’thall Arvellon

 

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no ooc beef was felt in the making of this post 
my char just rly hates aesilnoth dude 

 

Unfortunately, Eir’thall’s letter would go to waste. Upon hearing it was from the “Irrinite Ilerir”, Aesil would toss it aside as it was unimportant to him. As was everything from Irrinor.

Claimant of Victory.

9th of Sun’s Smile,1739.

“Miklaeil, 

A true leader owns up to his mistakes. I owned to mine, yet you give excuses to your actions. That is fine, your rejection is admittance enough. But I feel remiss that it seems you do not understand the full story. None of you do. You only know what the Grand Pretender has told you. What my cousin has told you. A mountain of lies it seems, built upon a foundation of jealousy and spite. 

Upon my arrival into Tahu’lareh, I had noticed the same masked individual you had only just turned away. Sharing your idea that he was potentially a mage of the dark arts, I confronted him. Upon doing so, a previous subordinate of mine a Guardian of the Ivae’fenn attempted to stop me under a pretense that he was “checked” on. The use of masks covering the face inside the city walls of Fenn is against Fennic law. Laws I wrote. The Guardian then initiated an altercation against me, which Aldred happened to walk in and see. And therefore used this as a means to lie and slander me. I never attacked or threatened the boy. I told him to not be a disappointment, as his Maln had been. That was all. There was never a threat or an attack on his person. 

As to your declination, that was an expected response. You and I both know whom the better fighter is. For you to accept a duel against me would mean your own death. An act of suicide. But I had no intention of killing you, Miklaeil. I would have offered you mercy. Much more than you gave me. Despite what you and your people may think of me. I would not dare widow Layla, or orphan your children. The many wars between Malin’s children have caused me much pain. I have grown quite tired of the kinslaying. As such, I will not pursue you beyond words.

For now, this final letter must come to an end. For there are far more important things on the horizon, Miklaeil. I do hope we will stand on the same side of things when it comes. Ito nae elannil’wyrvun, old friend.” 

Signed, Aesilnoth.

1 minute ago, Lockages said:

Abelas would simply laugh at the ridiculous request...

Tharandil raises his eyebrows once Abelas begins to laugh....

An Address to the Annilir.

10^th of The First Seed, 1739.

“Miklaeil Arvellon. It has been many months since our last encounter which left me broken. Not only physically, but emotionally. My mind and heart were not well. An occurrence which was not under my control left you with distaste for me. I could see it, most everyone could. I was your friend, Layla’s friend, and your subordinate. But did you offer your help? Did you offer an ear to talk to, or a hand to pull me from darkness? The simple answer. No. Instead you turned your back on me. You left me to fend for myself as my mind continued to plague me. How could you call yourself Annilir, The one who guides, when you refused to even guide your own friend? The one who guides… yet you were quick to try and guide your blade into my throat. In front of my own daughter no less. If I had not had the reaction I did, I would not be writing this to you now. But here I am. Once you hit me over the head, I assume that was the extent of your care for me once it was over. You left me to the Grand Pretender to handle my punishment. And tell me Miklaeil, do you know what he had done to me? He ordered the Grand Marshal who subsequently ordered a Valkyr to strike my limbs with a warhammer. My left arm and both legs were crushed, seemingly beyond repair. You left me to my kin who would have rendered me crippled for the rest of my life. I am lucky to live thanks to that daughter of mine you would have scarred forever, had your blade found its mark. I have spent many many months healing from my wounds. And now I find myself writing this letter to you, Miklaeil. Enough is enough. 

Under the sight of Malin. Under the sight of Wyrvun. And under the sight of your Aspects and Mani. I Aesilnoth challenge you, Miklaeil Arvellon to an honor duel. To occur with the next appearance of the full moon. You have slighted me in one of the worst ways imaginable. As someone I saw once as a friend and a man I respected. It pains me that this has become the reality, but it must be done. I shall allot you the time of three elven days for a response. If you intend to accept, then I look forward to our next meeting, old friend.” 

Signed, Aesilnoth.


 

((OOC INFO: Duel will be fought in mechanical combat. I.E. PvP. If accepted it will take place TWO days after the acceptance. It will also be fought on neutral ground, as in neither participant’s home tile.))

2 minutes ago, Ankan said:

 

 

“Harold Spencerton.. I feel like I recognise that name..” The Sohaer pondered loud to himself.

((LMAOOO

cmonBruh

An account of the “Crimson Forest”.

7th of Sun’s Smile, 1737.

Aesilnoth stood tall within the walls of the Irrinorian Forest city.

A bird soared high above the walls, soon swooping beneath the canopy of trees. A letter had arrived from an old friend. A human by the name of Harold Spencerton, a veteran who had served alongside Aesil during the War of the Two Emperors. It was a call of defense, he had witnessed a group of the Haelunorian aggressors assembling within their walls. A call for action, which Aesilnoth intended to answer. With the Silver State’s recent declaration of war on yet another group, there was only one place they could be going. Quickly did he ride past the lands of Aegrothond and the seafarer elves within. Alongside the mountains of the Under-Realm Dwarves of Urguan across the bridge leading to the warmonger Elves of Haelun’or, but stopping just before to enter the small village of Ruswick. Within it were gathered a decently sized force of its citizens, as well as an Orcish screamer for Krugmar. Gathering inside the tavern, most already knew what was to come. A plan needed to be devised, the marching boots were already booming in the distance. The officers talked for a short while before each had nodded their heads in agreement with the plan. The plan of deception, the element of surprise. Aesil had joined the others squatting in the tavern, lying in wait. Only to soon hear the Sohaer Dimaethor Visaj screeching outside of the village walls. “Come out!” he spouted. Little did he know, we would be doing just that. After a quiet countdown, the horn blew heartily. The screams of the Ruswick denizens as well as his own erupted from the tavern, as the entire defending force charged out of the front gate. The ‘aheral aggressors had no idea what had been waiting for them. Quickly had the silver elves’ courage faded, becoming completely routed as they attempted to flee back to their city. But to no avail, the warriors of Ruswick cut them down one by one as they fled. Seeing as the main force was retreating, Aesil alongside his friend Harold rushed towards the back of the village. It wouldn’t be long before they spotted one of the raiders aimlessly running around the back. A chase had begun, but not for long as the lone raider was cut down “Bye idiot!” He’d spout venomously down at him before his blade Dawn found the raider’s throat. Once the crimson stained the grass, Harold and himself elected to return to the main force. Continuing their path all the way to the steps of the Silver city. Cutting down raider after raider until it seemed as though they were the raiders. A glorious and decisive victory against the aggressor High Elves. The day had been won. The Silver Forest now bore a new name, the Crimson Forest. 

An artist’s depiction of the defenders standing victorious was drawn below.

A Snow Elf would read over the declaration. “Huh, I wonder if they know I’m ******* their High Priestess...” He’d chuckle, tossing it into the fire.

Just now, PeachLova said:

“. . .” Allora goes back to gate duty.

 

A previous Snow Elven commandant chuckles as the ‘aheral woman goes back to sitting as usual.

Just now, Ixli said:

Silir Uradir cackled.

 

“Aha! They fall apart from the inside. Alas, I fought alongside this Marshal of theirs – honorable, at the very least to their militant creed standards. I cannot say the same for their filthy leader that I mutilated in the fields of battle.”

Gives a big thumbs up to his cousin ‘aheral!

A Commandant’s Final Missive.

“For over a century, I have stood by my kin. Through all the trials and tribulations of our Princedom. I have served amongst the elite guard of Aelthir Tundrak second of his name. I ascended to command of my brothers and sisters in arms. Saw them through a successful campaign against Llyrian oathbreakers. And against an otherworldly enemy at the Talus Tear. I have seen all manner of things in this world, but still I serve. Yet, after all my successes Aelthos saw fit to stand me down until he needed me. As if I were some expendable puppet. The death of my closest friend Aelthir had left quite a mark on my heart and mind. I saw to honor his memory and lead my kin the best I could. But perhaps I hadn’t seen the entire picture. Perhaps my idea of continuing to lead the Ivae’fenn as he had was an improper way to do so. Perhaps the right way to honor him was carve a new path. To show the Mali’fenn, to show my kin that there is not only one path. I love the Mali’fenn, but if change does not come I will be fighting their battles forever. On this day, the 3rd of Snow’s Maiden, 1736. I Aesilnoth am relinquishing the name Tundrak, am relinquishing my command of the Ivae’fenn, and am relinquishing my position within the Princedom of Fenn. This might come as a shock to some, or all. But it is a necessity for my sanity. I can no longer bare the burden of watching my kin die under my command. So many names that become lost to time, but never to me. I shall continue my path in the name of Wyrvun, honoring the Mali’fenn’s immortal pact. For what is to come next, only time shall tell. But as of the present, I am leaving my home, my people, my kin behind. I love you all, thank you.“ 

Wyrvun L’ayla, Mali’fenn. 

Signed, Aesilnoth.

5 hours ago, Ixli said:

SILIR URADIR looks over the missive with horror, “You sold the beets? They are used to ward off homosexuality!”

“To my dearest cousin, this only leaves room for further beet shipments into the Fennic and Irrinite states. And as per our previous agreement, we will return bountiful quantities of Fennic steed manure to further the growth of aforementioned beets.” -Signed with regards, Aesilnoth Tundrak.

A Snow Elf wonders why he has received this advisory. “Why did I receive this?” He’d state to himself, then tossing it into a fire, as it has nothing to do with him.

On 9/6/2019 at 7:15 AM, Mehll said:

[Ooc]

Username: Mehll

Activity Rating (How many days/hours do you play per week?): at least 4 days 2 hours each

Discord: Mehlbaum#6412

Timezone: CEST

[RP]

Name: Lattil

Gender: Male

Place of residence: Fenn

Race/Sub-race/Culture: Snow Elf

Do you swear obedience to the Princedom of Fenn and the Grand Prince?: Without question

Accepted, please report to the barracks.

On 9/6/2019 at 7:41 PM, ComicD said:

Username: ComicD

Activity Rating (How many days/hours do you play per week?): 7 days of the week

Discord: Comic D#5274

Timezone: UTC (O4:00)

[RP]

Name: Chomylla Atmorice

Gender: Female

Place of residence: Fenn

Race/Sub-race/Culture: Mali’fenn

Do you swear obedience to the Princedom of Fenn and the Grand Prince?: yeah, sure, why not? 

Accepted, please report to the barracks.