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Barundin Ireheart did not read the missive.

Barundin Ireheart gave a satisfied nod as he saw the missive. "Justice will beh done..."

Ok and? Who asked? Cope and seethe? (I'm going to miss you man. I learned lots from you and I genuinely look up to you. You've been a beacon of hope for the community, and you've made lasting impacts that I see every time I log on. You've been there for me at my worst and have shown me kindness when I was hurting. You are genuinely one of my best friends on this server, and I'm glad I met you. Please take all the time you need and remember to take care of yourself, you deserve it. Keep in touch mal'onn <3

The Armoured Figure celebrates his victory with a fun lil' dance

Barundin Ireheart raises his ale, bellowing out a thunderous curse upon those dishonorable cowards.

a dark elf uses this missive as tissue

The elder 'ker read the missive, a stifled chuckle sneaking past his lips. "These pompous 'aheral hide behind their missives. It will not save them."

it's like y'all don't even care about the trout population :(

"Your words are wasted, mal'onn" Sevrel said to himself after reading the letter. "The 'aheral have naught but deception and malice in their hearts..."

The Lord Warmaster smiles, an expression of hope creeping across his old and scarred face. "My old comrades..." he thought to himself. "I knew you would do what is right."

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If this does not get approved then I will be forced to cry about it. +1

Sevrel breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped out of the meeting. Though admittedly it was an unlikely scenario, he could not bear to think of being forced to cross blades with his old comrades in the Woodlan Realm. This pact made sure that it would not happen. The old 'ker slept easy that night; knowing that he had one less thing to worry about, and that he had laid the ground work for a fruitful and (hopefully) long-lasting kinship between the two peoples.

Sevrel lets out a sigh of relief when he hears the news. "Peace, for a little while longer..."

Sevrel had seen the traitor in the midst of the fray, and had a clear opportunity to snuff him out. Something stayed his hand though...

Sevrel knew the day would be grim. He knew descendants would fall. He knew there would be bloodshed... He was unprepared for this level of wanton destruction It was not until he watched his dear friend die in his arms that it set in... He was wrong. Nothing ever changes...

would this mean that the video is admin approved lore?

The elder 'ker was subdued when he heard the news. He had lost countless friends to the sharp knife of battle, many before his very eyes. But never had he gotten used to hearing news like this, dying alone with no glorious crescendo of events for your descendants to sing of. Still, it seems as though such an end would be peaceful. Sevrel took comfort in that fact. "Ker’ayla, ehya ahern lari’onn" he uttered in prayer, a single tear finding it's way down his cheek. "Mar’haelun ehya mar’maln Myumier nae."

The Elf Lord sat in his manor at the end of the day, the words of the missive bouncing about in his head. He thought of the times where he was called upon to draw steel against the Uruk threat, and how many times he had trudged back home covered in the viscera of krug's descendants. "Peace..." Sevrel muttered to himself, glancing to the war torn sets of armour he had on display at his home, telling a silent story of the multiple centuries of war he had gone through. Flashes of the countless battles peppered his mind, sounds of Uruks bellowing war cries at the top of their lungs rang in his ears, limbs injured in the nigh endless conflicts between his kin and the greenskins stung with a dull pain, and the screams of his fallen comrades pierced his heart; though he was at home, and currently in no such battle... He tried to focus on the embers within the fireplace in front of him. "I suppose... Time will tell."

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