OOC: Permission gained from GM Maddyn, with thanks. 
Timestamp:
Around the middle or the end of the First Cycle of Kalendryas,
Early Winter, Telath is in the Age of Darkening,
Era II of the Celestine Mandate,
Era IV in the Mageocracy of Julos 'The Mad',
Era XI Post-Aetherfracture.
Paradigm: Undead attacks Zerdargia, Mystique declares preparation for war against Frigid River.
Alliances forged, withstood harsh tries of time and weather;
Will swords, then, be drawn together?
The bleak landscape of the parchment was flung with furious blue stain; the scribbling had been rapid, and powerful to say the very least. Nothing of this kind had been written before by his very hands. How
dare they threatened the scenic mountain village's only diplomatic ally? How could a western
de Lylles even consider putting the lives of many in jeopardy, disregarding a peace settlement or treaty when one was available? How could she had the heart to do that when other means was available to him?
All that had been on his mind when the words were boldly imprinted upon this letter.
Where tarnished tan were stained by the cerulean shade of the ink, part of them were slightly disconnected, giving the entire parchment of script a sense of whimsicality; the force of the scratching, however, completely betrayed this notion, and it had been the sheer speed and force which the Thane of High Peak, Kelvyn Carlysle, when he constructed this letter, allowing the tip of his quill to penetrate so fiercely upon the bleak parchment-scape. Tell-tale signs of the staining liquid being carelessly and accidentally splashed out, however, was almost too sparse to be regarded as negligible or non-existant, and only a few hints of splashes where the powerful script of the Thane remained.
That single parchment, delievered by one of the few mounted citizens available in High Peak, was swiftly, and almost hurriedly delivered. Kelvyn knew the gates of Frigid River would not remain open for long, and sometime, somehow, this letter must be delivered with all of the sheer speed anyone can manage. The hastiness, in the end, managed to bring this letter to the very table (and hopefully, eyes) of the Thane of Frigid River, Lord Thane Pirvan Kaldres.
Quote:
Dear Friend and Lord Thane, Pirvan Kaldres,
These bleak times had grown with even grimmer. It seems to me now that the suffocating cloud of war is beginning to cloud over us. However, I shan't burden you more with my feelings, as I know even as I write this letter, the time for preparation is running short, and I know, Pirvan, that your desire is to have business dealt with quickly.
All I ask is for you to remember our agreement, and High Peak's willingness to to aid its one and only diplomatic and military ally in as bleak a time like this. Should the situation turn such an event into a necessity, High Peak's gates are always open to the citizens and troops of Frigid River, albeit admittedly, the size of our village is tiny, and Winter had always been unusually bitter here than the rest of the Empire. We will always provide an open gate for you to take shelter, if need be, and I shall personally see to it that High Peak upholds its promise and sends troops to aid you in this endeavour, showing our true loyalty to Her Most Imperial Majesty, Audrey de Lylles, the true Empress of the Empire.
Half of High Peak's troops I shall spare you, which I shall hope you will find useful. The Commander of Frigid River may issue them tasks, and I hope they could be put into good use. May Ioannes bless them, and Frigid River.
Serale, and I wish nothing but the best of luck.
Friend, Thane of High Peak,
Signed,
Kelvyn Carlysle.
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