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  1. A MERE THREE MONTHS AGO… I received the word that my son Vulen Calithil of House Ithelanen was slain by a man I shall not name, for my disgust is so immense that I struggle to put it onto paper. The man’s name matters not because the moment he drove his spear-point through my son’s visor his life was forfeit. Those who bear the name ‘TAHORRAN’ will know of whom I speak, as will the Elvenessi officials who enabled mob-rule to dictate the fate of my son to whom I owe my loyalty, kindness, and affection - eternally so, that now I shall wage a war should my demand for justice not be met. In the history of my people there have been three Kinstrifes. Each caused by fear mongering and hate. I have long lived in a self-imposed exile within the Mother Grove and my other lands afar from Aegrothond, what you now call the Realm of Elvenesse within those gnarled woods of Amaethea. To those who killed my son, know that I shall not rest until every one of you is dead. The Clan of Tahorran, the Red Coyotes, shall suffer and the extinction of your Chieftain shall go down in the annals of history as the death of another kinslayer - never again shall I lose a son to the malice of the Elvenessi again. My descendants shall live in peace once I am finished with you, you will not claim another of my line with your senseless and willful abandonment of morality. I showed your people compassion, understanding, and you have repaid that with the murder of my cherished son Vulen who was to marry, who was to accompany his own lover Lylianth to witness my own wedding not long thereafter. As she grieved her husband-to-be who was stricken down against the wishes of your Rangers, and you also took from her a finger. The cruelty displayed here is beyond imagining, two things irreparably taken from my people - I reckon you will not accept this missive and I shall have to claim many more fingers, many more heads, and many more pieces of armor that we shall use to kill every assassin who was there that day. You, the same creatures who caused his older sister and birth mother to commit suicide. I showed this compassion to you all only because the Sea Prince Feanor was once like a son to me. He once saved my life after I was injured saving the life of the Archdruidess Nivndil, and for that I did not repay your slights with violence. Make the right choice Feanor and give me the creature who has done this reprehensible act. Do not bleed for a murderer and do not push more innocents into the line of fire to avoid responsibility for the actions of your citizens. I am told the murder of Vulen was decried by many in the surrounding mob and for that I am grateful. However, voiced disagreement is not enough - the execution must be carried out or there shall never be peace again. A peace many elves bled for, a peace established between myself and the Triumvir Rhathalas within the grotto of Siramenor. Turn over the Red Coyote so that he may meet his maker. All clans who denounce the Elvenessi government’s subversive treatment of my son’s assassination and do not defend his killers shall be allowed to walk the roads unharmed, to travel without being fined - and all soldiers who do not defend the killer shall not have their gear stripped from them. That is my final act of mercy. From this point on, you have two Elven days to provide me the killer for his summary execution. You cannot hope to buy more time from me. If he has fled into hiding, his clan shall face the consequences. Take this mercy as I offer it now. For it will be the last time, and the Avchirran ito Gladewynn rides again, as does the second most vile elf to ever live. Signed with a fondness for reconciliation, Kairn the Usurper
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