Post by mythosfakir on Dec 29, 2009 11:08:51 GMT -5
Across the land of Cormyr and in the outlying towns a slender, chain-wearing, elvish warrior bearing the symbol of Corellon proudly on a chain at his breast bends before each message board and tacks the following parchment - written in Common in a fine hand and unsigned.
Men, dwarves, gnomes, hin, and any other creature who would defend the good in this land:
An Elvish hand pens this message, though by the end of it I hope that who the hand belongs to matters little. My allies old and new, I beseech you to hear these words for the sake of all of us. Dark times wait on the horizon, and we must stand once more as we have in the past - together.
Of late, you all have surely noticed the distrust and hatred growing among us all. Elves cursing men, men cursing elves, and other hatreds that should be saved only for orcs, demons, and those who would see us dead follow each of us around like angry spirits feeding and growing. We must cast off these hatreds! We must starve them before we face an even greater threat than those that took the capital from the hands of men. We must calm our fiery hearts with patience and forgiveness so that there may never need to be another Silver Rush or great war in this land.
We have all fought too hard to throw away what we've won. Did we all not want peace? Did we all not want lives without fear and distrust of what tomorrow may hold? If not, then what did we fight for? What purpose have our victories had if we bicker amongst ourselves even while threats old and new grow stronger beneath our noses?
We are not enemies but allies! The slights of the past should be rectified in their time, but are those slights important enough to throw away a peaceful future? I think not.
If you take nothing else from these words, my allies, then take this. What would the heroes of old - heroes of my people and your peoples - think if they were here to see what we have done with what they risked their lives for?
Let the hatred end.
Men, dwarves, gnomes, hin, and any other creature who would defend the good in this land:
An Elvish hand pens this message, though by the end of it I hope that who the hand belongs to matters little. My allies old and new, I beseech you to hear these words for the sake of all of us. Dark times wait on the horizon, and we must stand once more as we have in the past - together.
Of late, you all have surely noticed the distrust and hatred growing among us all. Elves cursing men, men cursing elves, and other hatreds that should be saved only for orcs, demons, and those who would see us dead follow each of us around like angry spirits feeding and growing. We must cast off these hatreds! We must starve them before we face an even greater threat than those that took the capital from the hands of men. We must calm our fiery hearts with patience and forgiveness so that there may never need to be another Silver Rush or great war in this land.
We have all fought too hard to throw away what we've won. Did we all not want peace? Did we all not want lives without fear and distrust of what tomorrow may hold? If not, then what did we fight for? What purpose have our victories had if we bicker amongst ourselves even while threats old and new grow stronger beneath our noses?
We are not enemies but allies! The slights of the past should be rectified in their time, but are those slights important enough to throw away a peaceful future? I think not.
If you take nothing else from these words, my allies, then take this. What would the heroes of old - heroes of my people and your peoples - think if they were here to see what we have done with what they risked their lives for?
Let the hatred end.
