Diligence is a trait reserved only for those that possess an impeccable sense of duty, reinforced by an unassailable responsibility for one’s obligations - a trait for those worthy of respect and leadership. 

YET. It has come to the attention of the people that one Nerithil Valarieth has shown a blatant disregard for the VERDICT of his trial, the punishment for his suspected conspiracy in the killing of my niece and your Malaurir, Azorella Elibar’acal. The former Okarir’Nor has been sentenced to serve two years in el’Sillumiran in full, by law, yet has never been seen conducting this service. As many of you know, I spent decades beneath my helmet. Serving Lareh'thill valiantly, to hear one sentenced to the crime has no stones to serve his sentence deeply disappoints me. My face remains charred, my ear mauled, my body RIDDLED with scars. Justice is justice.

This very same councillor…

Is a suspect of the conspiracy in the killing of the late Maheral Azorella Elibar’acal,

Has rejected the verdict of a lawful trial in the past,

Has previously displayed a negligence for his duties as Okarir’Nor,

the DILIGENCE of this Mali’Aheral comes to an indubitable question. 

Nerithil Valarieth, serve your sentence in the Sillumiran, or your competence and worthiness for a position in Elheial’Thilln shall be questioned.

A STATEMENT OF GUARDIANSHIP

19th of Grand Harvest, 1795

The oem’ii and Mali’aheral, Càitrine Maith, is now ward of the Maelunir and Laurir of the Maehr’tehral Talonnii, Nelgauth Maehr’tehral.

This contract ascertains from the ward:

I. Miss Maith will be assigned to the Maelunir’s custody and home.

II. Miss Maith will receive a full education that will facilitate her return to maehr'sae hiylun'ehya.

III. Miss Maith will complete a Path to Purity, according to the jurisdiction of the Maheral’s Office.

IV. Miss Maith will apply herself to the interventions guaranteed to her.

This contract ascertains from the guardian:

V. Mister Maehr’tehral will accept liability to one ward’s conduct hereon in.

VI. Mister Maehr'tehral will respond appropriately to the misdemeanours of his ward.

VII. Mister Maehr’tehral will provide a full and proper education, according to the State’s guidelines.

VIII. Mister Maehr’tehral will commit to providing a safe and nurturing environment to foster the ward's development.

Failure to adhere by the agreed clauses may warrant the concern of Elokarir’tir, Okarir’hiylun or Maheral, or justify arrest and trial.

Signed,

Evarir Elibar'acal, like all officials of Haelun’or, must take his oath of office publically in THE EVENING OF THIS NEXT ELVEN DAY (OR WHENEVER IT SUITS ME, OHO).

MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

Election of the Okarir'nor

8th of Snow's Maiden, 1794

To those blessed citizenry of Haelun’or who intend to cast a vote (which should be all capable of doing so), today marks the election of the Okarir'nor

The Okarir'nor shall serve as treasurer of the state, chief architect of the city, chair of agriculture, and chair of both interior and international trade for the people of Haelun'or. Please follow the instructions below to cast your ballot.

THE CANDIDATES:

Zelios Elibar'acal

Nuala Telperion

[!] At the entrance of the Eternal Library, a polling station can be found.

THE BALLOT

((MC name: ))

Name:

Vote for Okarir'nor: 

( ) Zelios Elibar'acal

( ) Nuala Telperion

RULES OF THE BLESSED ELECTION: 

You may vote twice for each position.

A single tick will count as ONE vote. A double tick is TWO votes.

A single tick on ONE candidate and the ABSENCE of a second tick is ONLY ONE vote.

You must be a registered first class citizen living in the city, upon the date of the election to vote.

If you try to fish your vote from the ballot box, it will cause an immediate discount .

((You cannot edit your post after you have published it.))

Only the Maheral and their assistants, who count the votes, may delve into the contents of the ballot box.

Any other doing so is in violation of the Silver Law.

((Do not metagame this post.))

If you are under fifty, you may not vote.

If you are an impure, you may not vote.

If you are a lesser, you may not vote.

If you live outside the Silver Walls, you may not vote.

((If you have two characters, you may not vote on both.))

The Maheral adjudicates any invalid ballots.

((Only post votes as replies to this post.))

Voting will close in one elven day.

((24 hours from this post.))

MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA

The Elibar’acal Fi’Velulaei Ball

       Every so often the Silver State is blessed with the celestial event of a Fi’Velulaei, the glow of the stars and the night sky illuminating Elcihi into its purest form of silver light. A Fi’Velilaei is oftentimes taken as a symbol for new beginnings. 

       In light of the recent events in Elcihi, and the fall of the Inferi, the Elibar’acal Talonnii would like to cordially invite you to join them in celebration of this upcoming Fi’Velulaei. For years now, a feeling of doom and the fear of the inevitable have plagued our Blessed Bastion and all of Arcas. Let this celebration be a marker of our journey and of our successes. 

       The dress code of this event will be formal and as a reflection of our purity, the colors of silver and white are highly encouraged to be worn. Food and drinks will be provided and all Mali’thill and citizens of  Lareh’thilln are welcomed to attend. The celebrations will be held directly below the Northern Expansion Lift. Please RSVP at your earliest convenience. 

Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya,

The Elibar'acal Talonnii

[[OOC: The ball will be held on Saturday November 14th at 5:00 PM Eastern Standard Time, right below the Northern Expansion Lift. Hope to see you all there!]]

5th of Malin's Welcome, 1793

       Within silver walls, and eons gone by of our peoples' long lives, I found myself unsatisfied in the way we, as Mali'thill, regarded death. It is a mortal thrall, and anything that bleeds can die for sure. Why is it  that our funeral rites are, in a way, deeply impersonal? We "bury" the ones without bodies and care little for the dead who lay before us on their pyre. It baffled me how many times we'd decided that someone was dead, only to find out otherwise.

No body, no death. 

         I find this incredibly negative, if not shameful, of us as a people that we assume by default that should someone go missing for a few months, that they are dead. I've done it a few times myself, really, but it's a habit I have broken.  With no body to burn, why declare them dead? Have we seen their mortal forms, laid broken at our feet? Every missing 'thill without a body recovered is just one more 'thill we can welcome home one day. 

      It did not seem right to me, to watch the very essences of someone's existence be washed away by the rain. It saddened me as I know that we are a resourceful people. There was use in ash still, for wonderful things that I wish were commonplace in Haelun'or. 

For paints. For ink.

       These are ways that we could've been celebrating these lives without such disregard for their death. It was suggested once to me that funeral ash was invaluable; value can be found in almost anything if you possess the knowledge. The use of ash in inks and paints is surprisingly more common than one might realize, with charcoal powder used some of our darker inks.  The process of cremation and with further work produces a varying amount of ash, but very little is needed for inks and paint pots.  Jars for writing works in dedication, pots for creating masterpieces in reflection, and a particularly industrious Mali may even use them in glass work.

         The very crux of this practice would reinforce our desire about “living forever”, our Library becoming Eternal in more ways than just name. It seems an awful waste to discard something that could be made into something far precious then it seems. The Valah have their own funeral practices, like keeping their urns, or burying their loved ones if they’ve the land. We don't have such practices in the Silver State, we use the space for the living, although some relatives of the deceased have been known to keep urns as well. We could have something nicer. Something better. Why do we not bury our loved ones in art? In literature? We could add to the culture and let them live on even when they are no longer. 

         It would further enable us to add to the growing collection of the Eternal Library, while honoring the deceased more than we do right now. I have said prior, I am dissatisfied with our approach to death, as I felt it deeply impersonal to host a public pyre then never speak of it again. We’ve been known to tell our younger kin about the people who have passed away; but in a way, books about their lives and their truths would tell the story themselves in ink made from their remains. 

            I would hope such a practice coming into play would actually drive us to be less wasteful with what we have and are given. In part, I also hope that we as a people would begin to find value in recovering our dead when they are lost, rather than jumping to conclusions because we have, in a way, lost hope about them coming home to us. It’s so easy to do so, but then when the declared dead do come home, we have to swallow up our tears and our pride and admit that we thought they were dead. In some cases, they weren’t even looked for. 

              Below, I’ve provided some examples of works I procured from the Eternal Library’s collection with assistance due to the closing. I’ve noticed that they are a touch Distorian in taste, but it’s the closest example I could find to what I picture when I think about painting with ink.

[!] A painting taken from a Bestiary Guide

[!] One of the paintings from a geographical guide, obtained from nearby Nakamachi.

[!] A copy of a colored ink wash portrait from a book on botany.

Okarir'hiylun, Laurir

ELECTION OF THE OKARIR'MAEHR
20th of the Sun's Smile, 1792

To those blessed citizenry of Haelun’or who intend to cast a vote, which should be all capable of doing so, today marks the election of the Okarir’maehr.

Differing from the usual guidelines, citizens will only be allowed one vote which will either lend itself to a vote in favour or against the candidate: Aiera Sullas.

The Okarir’maehr will be the nation’s guardian of education and knowledge, responsible for protecting centuries worth of texts and the learnings of future generations.

Please follow the instructions to cast your ballot.

THE CANDIDATE:

Aiera Sullas

It is time for your voice to be heard.

Let us vote for the future of Haelun’or, go now to the Eternal Library for this blessed affair.

[!] At the Eternal Library, a polling station can be found.

THE BALLOT

((MC name: ))

Name:

Vote for Aiera Sullas: 

( ) For

( ) Against

RULES OF THE BLESSED ELECTION:

You may vote ONCE for either FOR or AGAINST.

A single tick will count as ONE vote.

No response will be counted as the individual choice to ABSTAIN.

If more than 50% of the votes are AGAINST the candidate, there will be another election.

You must be a registered first class citizen living in the city, upon the date of the election to vote.

If you try to fish your vote from the ballot box, it will cause an immediate discount .

[You cannot edit your post after you have published it.]

Only the Maheral and their assistants, who count the votes, may delve into the contents of the ballot box.

Any other doing so is in violation of the Silver Law.

[Do not metagame this post.]

If you are under fifty, you may not vote.

If you are an impure, you may not vote.

If you are a lesser, you may not vote.

If you live outside the Silver Walls, you may not vote.

[If you have two characters, you may not vote on both.]

The Maheral adjudicates any invalid ballots.

[Only post votes as replies to this post.]

Voting will close in one elven day.

[24 hours from this post.]

The following document is submitted to the Eternal Library for public viewing.

Do you, reader, seek to understand the ancient history of the Elibar’acal lineage? Perhaps you hope to peer into the antiquity of the first Silver Elves. This missive will touch on both. It is evident to me that we as a culture have drifted radically from our tradition whilst resting on those very same laurels to justify ourselves to friend or foe. Speaking of the Maer’sae Hiylun’ehya is nothing without knowing the foundation that has defined it. The Elibar’acal chronicles offer a glimpse into this past. You will undoubtedly find utility in this period piece, whether you are of my blood or not. 

But for those Elibar’acal who dare to read onward,

The past defines your family, and you cannot hope to escape it.

Signed,

Irulan Elibar’acal

“I am content to let you burn, elf. Your peoples’ knowledge means more to me than your obeisance ever shall.”

Azdromoth chides Aiera Sullas during an Inferi assault upon Haelun’or, 1791

The Elibar’acal Talonnii were present with the ancient lineages whence the archetypal Haelun’or rose in Asulon. The intrigue of our family is commonly thought to have begun with Athri Elibar’acal’s purveying of Fi’hiiran’tanya. Many see this as the beginning of the Golden Owl’s exploits. However, this ‘anti-magic’ was instead the result of an accumulating divergent thought.

The Elibar’acal of yore never aligned synchronously to the popular thought of Haelun’or. These progenitors took the dictates of Silver Law to its absolute extremes; they sought in study or debate to explore the concept of purity to its farthest reaching logical conclusion. Mali’aheral debate has always been encouraged within the confines of correct thought within silver society. The Elibar’acal Talonnii rarely fit inside. As such, they were an insular group, seeking long excursions beyond the silver walls to practice their methodology and escape the rigours of confinement. They were silver through and through - but some thought is better practiced outside the scrying eye of society.

The Elibar’acal family returned with strange things to say and even stranger words. Their sentiment against voidal magic had always been an unconscious tremor in Haelun’or society. Now, formal methodology began to surface amongst the relatively few Talonnii members, and even rumors of dark secrets began to pair alongside these new findings. It would not be until much later that the thilln discovered what I had all those years ago.

One may think of some visceral, illogical fear of magic whenever the word “Elibar’acal” comes to mind. Yet, in these olden days, it was only voidal magic that grew a contentious rift between my kin and the rest of our society. There was no single mali’thill in Lin’everal who approved of the worship or use of deitical magic. These beliefs were not based in superstition. Instead, they were founded on tentative self-preservation that marred much of Haelun’or past.  The worship of spirits or gods was as forbidden as any other violation of silver law. They understood that if this law was broken, everything they sought to preserve would be vulnerable to loss.

There is nothing rational about self-preservation. No empirical perspective can dole out why one group should survive and the other should perish. This reason left with Malin. This world is only just a still frame where many actors pass through - some pass briefly, and some linger for a great time. Some stay forever. We can rationalize why our practices ensure the best life lived, but there is no reason left for why the Mali’aheral must carry the existential elven burden.

We preserve our kind because our being cannot help but demand it. We love the Mali'aheral because we are compelled to. This is the only emotional reasoning that I will allow to this philosophy. The mali'aheral build monolithic walls, reject outsiders, and scrutinize any change to protect our own. We foster mali'aheral children with an intensity that lasts far past adolescence; we treasure our own kind with the dearest diligence. 

Aenguls, daemons, or anything between do not care for the afforementioned values. And yet, modern Mali'aheral will welcome these gilded deities into their hearts and bind their eldritch creeds across silver scrolls and dwellings. They surrender their life and ties their souls to this outside, wayward cause, and proclaim that they have retained their free agency. They have not. There is no act of greater pride and arrogance than to surrender your life to something incomprehensibly more cunning and powerful than you. Nothing is more impure than rendering your immortal life in another being’s cause. 

The deities of this world are as old as time itself. However, they are not immune to its nature. They, like all other living things, are bound to a purpose. A foolish descendant believes that their own aspirations can align to a deity’s vision. It is never so. These mali become pawns in their ethereal schemes. Time will elevate them with a greater strata of power in this celestial domain, only to fade further and further from their normal recognition. Time only renders these lost souls as twisted caricatures of the spirit that inhabits them.

When Malin abandoned our race, many mali were quick to turn to a vestige of authority. Malin had failed to instill the self-reliance needed to sustain the elves across an immortal lifespan. Our ancient Mali’aheral recognized this plight. Silver law is a codex made by the Mali’aheral, taught by the Mali’aheral, and only applicable to our likeness. The fair elves of silver chose themselves. All else, barred by city walls and strict law, may as well not have existed. Observe the permanent state of adolescence that the mali’ame dream within, or the black and twisted violence that cursed the mali’ker, and tell me that they have found a better way.

The silver elves of Haelun’or have held the Maer’sae Hiylun’ehya since time immemorial. How much longer will you watch your kindred shout these words in our streets, only later to turn and bow beneath the altar of dragons and wicked patrons?

“Ever sift sand through a screen? We Elibar’acal sift mali’aheral to find the Thilln.”

Athri Elibar’acal remarks to Salazar, his young nephew, whilst surveying the lake of Lin’everal.

There was a dangerous contradiction growing in the subconscious of the ancient Mali’aheral citadel of Lin’everal. The defiant pride of our ancestors enabled them to throw off the shackles of religion and embrace the infinite capabilities of an immortal society. It was this same hubris that persuaded an entire culture into thinking that this void could be replaced by the conjurings of their own mind.

The early masters of Fi’hiiran’tanya came to a shocking discovery when the art was first practiced. They discovered that Fi’hiiran’seth, the voidal counterpart of ‘anti-magic’, and Fi’hiiran’acalae, the aenguldaemonic counterpart of ‘anti-magic’, were virtually identical in study and practice. They found nothing different when a pillar of light was snuffed out by their twin mists, voidal or religious in origin. This led to one conclusion: their origins were the same.

The Elibar’acal were horrified to realize that the magical armageddon routinely wrought upon the Descendants was drawn from the same source that their fellow mali’aheral used to conjure mere fireballs and wards. My kind freed themselves from the dictates of gods, only to instead tap into the terrifyingly deep and black well of their power.

As a result, we have been consistently destined to unveil the dread that lies between the far veil of our realms. Voidal monsters that emerge from the chasmous deeps, or tears of our reality’s fabric into depths not understood; these are the result of that which we do not know, and still deign to reach.

This is the contention that my Elibar’acal kin made in those early days. If it is prideful to assume that one will never be the pawn in a deity’s machinations, the logical conclusion extends to the personless monolith of the Void. If you are too weak to discern your will and being from that of a greater power, how can you hope to understand the greatest of it all? What have we abandoned in the process?

Many Mali’aheral aspire to master the void from an early age. It has been the zenith of academic rigour for as long as mali’aheral have kept standards. But as soon as an elf begins to learn of the void, they have effectively removed themselves from the study of their own world. Everything evolves through the lens of voidal conjuration. This elf deserts their native realm for something they know not. The result is always the same.

A master mage is rarely content with the fruits of their labor. Decades, even centuries of toil manifest into a brief spectacle of brilliance, before the fragility of their frame wracks their constitution and rends them exhausted. This master mage will always search for the greatest state of knowledge and the latest discovery of power that they can claim for themselves. It will never suffice. In the end, they are more often than not left all the same: tired, hungering, and empty.

“Go and call to your broken gods. You will find no response.”

Valmuel Elibar’acal taunts a wood elf after severing her connection to the Aspects.

The art of Fi’hiiran’tanya was cultivated then as a mockery to this long held standard. Athri Elibar’acal and his kin reached into the same realm of magic as his adversaries and conjured the antithesis to centuries of study and discipline. He not only sought to debase the mages’ ideas through debate, but through literal practice.

What these magi have failed to see is the reality they had been inhabiting the entire time. There lies, in this present moment, a profound depth of knowledge and acuity left to master in the waking world. The sheer amount of objects, flora, and fauna overwhelm any single man, elf, or library. Much more are the social fundamentals that tie society together. 

Further yet is the mastery of the self, the complete control of the senses, and the sharpness to tell friend from foe. These abilities are not a given to the mali’aheral. We are fortunate to live long enough to master these mysteries of the world. Far too quickly do we instead turn to this void’s gratification and find cheap tricks at the end of a long road.

Perhaps you have gleaned some value from these words. I know they undoubtedly affront your sense of truth and fiction. This is expected. Sit and still your mind. Evade the temptation of things beyond your knowledge, and instead attune yourself to the reality that is.

This is the meaning of the Elibar’acal owl. We have valued vision as the primary virtue of our family before anything else. But this ability is not natural. Just as the moon cycles the luminosity of the stars, my kin may never have had the conditions align to experience this mastery of prescient vision. We have much to discover as a family, and as a people.

Time will reveal all.

The document is numbered, as though there were more of this likeness to be written.

ELECTION OF THE OKARIR’NOR: NOMINATIONS

12^th of the Deep Cold, 1791

To Elmali’thill of elcihi’thilln,

After reviewing the challenges with the former Okarir’nor, she voiced her preparedness to resign and has formalised the decision with a public post as of today. Elheial’thilln thanks Effile Ker’Vulnir for her service and wishes her all the best with her herpetology studies and future endeavours. In these trying times, however, the Silver State – more than ever – needs a representative of economy, resources and trade.

Elheial’thilln will continue with election, welcoming forth the Republic’s traditional rites to vote and self-nomination.

To be the Okarir’nor is to serve as treasurer of the state, chief architect of the city, chair of agriculture, and chair of both interior and international trade. The Okarir’nor is granted administration of resources, economy and industry.

Nominations are to be performed as per protocol. They will be delivered to the blessed Maheral or Maelunir to be entered as an electable candidate. For a nomination to be valid, the candidate will present a short speech, demonstrating how they fulfil the prerequisites to serve, along with declarations of appropriate experience.

Transcripts and takeaways of the position challenges are included beneath for perusal:

ZELIOS OF THE SILLUMIRAN [X]

NUALA TELPERION OF THE TELPERION TALONNII [X]

If you are interested in nominating yourself or another person for the position of Okarir’nor, you are asked to apply at any point through the next two Elven days. Late entries will not be considered. 

MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

Mali’thill,

I write this now to be transparent about my recent disappearance. I have been alive for quite sometime, and I am no stranger to events that precede cataclysm. I fear the worst is yet to come. Even the frogs are in frenzy.

While serving time as Okarir’nor, I’ve done my best so that despite my absence both investigating and preparing for the matter that projects would be greenlit and attended to once outlooks were less grim. It has come to my attention that the people are understandably dissatisfied, and have interest in the position. That being said, I am opening the position of Okarir’nor. 

Maehr’sae hiylun’ehya




~ Effile Ker’Vulniir ~

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OOC:

Hey guys! Uni has been kicking my butt. It wasn’t my intention to be this inactive but I didn’t pay all this tuition money for nothin’! Stay sexy y’all.
 

14^th Amber Cold, 1791

Dear Citizenry and Lliran.

After many delays, the scheduled Okarir’maehr elections will commence as a single-candidacy event. Though most uncommon, the normal system will be adhered to with appropriate alterations to the balloting process.

With the offences unto Haelun’or and Her Eternal establishments not yet understood, it is a national imperative leadership is elected before year-end.

As arranged by the nominee, Laurir Aiera Sullas, there will be an electoral assembly, which provides the public time to speak with their prospective Okarir prior to voting. This session will be hosted on the Elven morrow and supervised by the Maelunir, Laurir Maehr’tehral in the Eternal Library’s lobby.

Attendance is not mandatory but heavily advised.

Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya

[Wednesday 28th October, 5PM EST | Eternal Library Lobby]

Issued on 1^st of The Grand Harvest, 1791

For the longest of time I have been unsure on what to do and how to continue forward in order to progress myself and my family. I am an Uradir by blood and will always be proud to be of such puritan talonnii, however I married a man named Delos Telperion whom I do not share a name with. Progress has been halted as I have been lacking initiative.

Henceforth, I, Nuala Uradir shall be known as Nuala Telperion of the Silver Isles from this time forward. 

As for my children; 
  

My oldest shall be known as Ithia Telperion of the Silver Isles from this time forward. 

The twins shall be referred to as Fiola and Filarion Telperion of the Silver Isles. 

They all share blood of the most pure, Telperion & Uradir. 

Signed, 

Nuala Telperion

 

Fellow citizens of Haelun’or,

          Over my years of reading and interpreting fate, I have come across consistencies, and these constants are the omens I offer to you with this notice. Though much of my studying in the art of foresight has required little outward aid, with scribing assistance I now write to you to beg your attention to the omens that follow.

          With the kindness and resources of the Silver State, I have made great lengths in mapping the motions of fate, and delving into its many pockets of otherwise unlearnable knowledge. As my vision of the unseen expands, so does my sense of obligation to the Mali’thill; I aim to bring further benefit and advantage to the people of Haelun’or, and ask that should you encounter or experience one of the following omens, whether they occur in reality or within a dream, please come and find me.

          Lend me your eyes and watch for omens. With your help, you will further my efforts to study, and to understand.

-- Ode, The Soothsayer

The Green Glow of Dawn

**A depiction of the omen is sketched below**

          The appearance of green lights in the sky as the sun begins rising on the horizon, is an omen of Great Change. This omen will usually occur before an event of political reformation, the altering of significant laws, or the resettlement of a people from one home to another.

          The Green Glow of Dawn is most frequently sighted across large bodies of water or over mountainous terrain, and may last several minutes or appear as a brief and instant flash.

The Wilting of a Lone Flower

**A depiction of the omen is sketched below**

          A wilting lone flower amongst others that still thrive, is an omen of Loss. This omen is personal to the individual that discovers the flower, foretelling that soon they will lose something, or someone, that they care for deeply. The wilting of a lone flower does not necessarily predict death, and is representative of loss in all its forms.

          While the omen may be located anywhere, it will typically be found in gardens where other greenery is lush, or nestled within plant-pots amongst other living flowers.

The Snake in the Sapling Birch

**A depiction of the omen is sketched below**

          A snake coiled around the sapling of a birch tree is an omen of Evil Intent. It is a foretelling that a nearby malevolent force is poised to strike the innocent. The snake in the sapling birch is an omen of the shadows; its presence indicates that the malevolent force is under the guise of an innocent.

          If the snake in the sapling birch is of totally white pigmentation, then the omen is of Great Evil Intent, and foretells of a malevolent force that will strike on a grander scale.

The Bleeding of the Oak

**A depiction of the omen is sketched below**

          An oak tree that seeps a blood-red sap is an omen of Broken Ties. It is a foretelling that a people, be they group or nation, will dirty their bond with another. Often will the bleeding of the oak occur before moments of grand betrayal or neglect, where something once considered an ally will soon become adversary.

          The scale of the ties broken may be determined from the quantity of blood-red sap that leaks from the oak tree; a trickle may represent a broken friendship, while a thick gushing will foretell of ties broken on a larger scale.

The Triad of Doves

**A depiction of the omen is sketched below**

          The presence of three white doves in close proximity is an omen of Prosperity. This omen is a personal one, foretelling that the individual to discover the triad will soon come across good fortune, often manifesting as an accumulation of wealth or the achieving of a higher social status.

          If any of the three doves are dead when discovered, it is instead an omen of Misfortune, where wealth or social status are lost rather than gained. If all three of the doves are discovered dead, it is an omen of Great Misfortune, where the individual will experience a fall from which they will never fully recover.

The Soaring Star

**A depiction of the omen is sketched below**

          A star flying at speed overhead in the night’s sky is an omen of Birth. The star foretells of fertility, and its presence is an indication of a successful pregnancy to come. As well, the soaring star may foretell the abandoning of an old life and beginning of a new one.

          The Soaring Star is an always fleeting omen, appearing for approximately one second before vanishing again into the blanket of night.

The Blood Moon

**A depiction of the omen is sketched below**

          When the surface of the moon glows a crimson red, it is an omen of Undoing. The Blood Moon foretells of destruction in its most hateful form. The omen will usually occur before acts of unjust war, the attempted purging of a people, or a hostile invasion from a divine entity.

          The Blood Moon is a very rare omen, and its occurrence indicates significant changes to the entire world rather than a select group of people. If experienced in a dream, the Blood Moon may indicate a more personal undoing.

The Spoiling of the Sea

**A depiction of the omen is sketched below**

          When the corpses of fish, rotting or skeletal, rise en masse to the surface of nearby waters, it is an omen of Sickness. It foretells of a coming wave of illness and tribulation, with the severity of the event determined by the number of fish present.

          This omen may predict a more personal sickness of the mind if only one carcass is discovered or if experienced in a dream, but if there are more than one then the omen foretells many will be affected.

The One-Eyed Wolf

**A depiction of the omen is sketched below**

          A wolf bearing only one eye is an omen of Choice. The wolf is a personal omen, foretelling that the individual that encounters it will soon have to make an important decision.

          To the best of knowledge, the one-eyed wolf will only occur in dreams.

The Lone Crack of Thunder

**A depiction of the omen is sketched below**

          A single pronounced strike of lightning and accompanying crack of thunder that is followed by no others, is an omen of Sinister Creation. The lightning foretells of the birth, creation or formation of a dark and predatory entity, somewhere out across the world.

          This omen should be considered an early warning, and the closer the lightning strikes to you, the nearer the thing that has been born.

The Blotting of the Sun

**A depiction of the omen is sketched below**

          The blotting of the Sun is the omen of Endings. When the moon passes before the Sun, and in an instant turns day to night, it foretells that soon a great ending will occur. This may range from the collapse or eradication of a nation, to the end of the world as we know it.

          Though a dark sun may not necessarily predict the end of the world, if an apocalyptic event of an irreversible nature were to soon occur, then it is this omen all the world will look up to behold. The blotting of the Sun is the rarest omen, but its presence represents the very greatest of coming dangers.

From the Office of Elokarir’Hiylun

10th of the Amber Cold, 1790

As the days grow longer, the howl of the bitter winds begin to grow, the pumpkins ripe and round in their patches. Hallow’s Eve grows ever nearer and Haelun’or has chosen to celebrate amidst the victories of the descendants against the Inferi. Be you halfling, orc, or man, the High Elves invite you to mask yourselves as something entirely else- within reason, of course.

There will be games and treats and merriment enough for all who enter the Silver Bastion to join in our “Dark Carnival”, where the monsters run amok with candy and wine rather than frightful screams. Lareh’thilln plays host to this event and invites her allies and more to join in the revelry of the season, donning costumes or not is up to those who come. 

A brief list of events to occur through the evening...

Assorted Festival Games 

[Apple Bobbing, Strongman Game, other games to be added]

The Pumpkin Carving Contest

Witches’ Brew Drinking Contest

The Costume Contest

[Group and Single]

Assorted Booths

A gentle reminder; this list of events is not complete, there is possibility for more events and activities through the night as citizens of Haelun’or join in on the festivities. We ask you not to bring genuine weapons to the event and ask that masks be briefly removed when entering the gate processing period.

[OOC: Event will be taking place on October 25th, starting at 4pm EST.]

 [Contact Delila#0510 if you have questions.]

THE TWINS MAEHR’TEHRAL

A 50^th Nameday Celebration for Visenna & Vestelle Maehr’tehral

- 1791 -

TO ALL MALI’THILL OF HAELUN’OR AND DEAREST FRIENDS OF THE MAEHR’TEHRAL TALONNII,

You’re cordially-invited to an evening of jubilation in honor of the favorite nieces of the Maelunir Nelgauth, Visenna and Vestelle Maehr’tehral. All guests are welcomed within the walls of the talonnii estate nestled within the manor district of the Silver City to witness the traditional majority of these two ‘thill.

The Opening Speeches

To begin the festivites, both Visenna and Vestelle will address the attendees and speak on their hopes for their newfound majority and future. The opportunity for others to speak on behalf of both ladies will be afforded to any in attendance.

The Bashing of the Gizwhirl

An invention of the renowned butler Earnest, a colorful paper-made container, in the shape of a mythical creature of his choosing, will be hung from the ceiling of the manor for the guests to take part in striking with a wooden pole. The first to break the outer layer of the named Gizwhirl will win the grand prize within, a specially-chosen trophy chosen and designed by the twins of Maehr’tehral.

The Gift Opening

Following the excitement of a new talonnii tradition, all will be asked to gather into the drawing room for the opening of any gifts given to either sister. A trunk will be left in the foyer for the collection of these presents beforehand. Gifts are not required, but encouraged.

The Final Announcement

To conclude the evening, a special announcement will be presented to the guests by one of the two hostesses, Visenna Maehr’tehral. It is asked that close friends and family stay to receive this news especially.

Signed,

Visenna Maehr’tehral

Vestelle Maehr’tehral

4^th  Sun's Smile 1790

To Elmali’thill of elcihi’thilln,
Once again I am writing such an announcement, once again are we facing an election and once again an okarir has proved themselves incompetent. I do not say that the Diarchy system was good, as it had many incompetent councilors, but at least the okariran lasted longer than a few years. It is time to finally make the right decision, it is time to finally bring economical progress and growth to our proud Silver State. That is why I wish to bring someone forward and put them up for election. A young, inspiring, and talented mali I had the pleasure of meeting. He has a great vision and I think he would do a great job. Zelios, please take this nomination. I know you can do it. I have faith in you! 

Elahern Aeth’sulier, Tilruir. 

The sky was a blood color. It had only gotten that way once the bright warmth of summer had come and passed. Now, the sky drifted it’s sanguine color towards the horizon and it’s sinking, hollow Autumn sun. A hooded figure stood alone in those vast sanded wastes, observing the celestial host as the passing of yet another season. It had become his only way of knowing time’s passage. Many suns set like that in three hundred years.

His journey had brought him back from black, blasted wastes, and places unknown before even that. Onward he tread. In truth, the figure didn’t know where he had come from. Such things drift into irrelevance as years turn to centuries. But not all who wander are lost. 

No world can be so fruitless for long. The hooded figure emerged from these far lands and encountered society, civilization, and the triumph of Man. But it was not his home. He went forth into the eternal glades of lesser elves. Their wooded air was warm, sweet, and filled with beautiful songs, empty though they were. This sweet respite tempted the figure, and yet alas, it was not his home. 

The sun began to rise on the third day when he had found what he was looking for. Silver reflections shone on top of a suncrest hill. Brilliant radiance bore into the sky. Polished marble draped across this city’s great foundations. Spires reached towards the sky, and a great iron gate guarded the secrets of paradise to all but few. An ivory statue held post at this city’s entrance, with one arm outstretched and the other clasped and bound to an emerald staff. The first and progenitor, the sacred, the witch.

The figure unbound the leather strands holding his hood together. Tufts of blonde hair fell outwards. Vivid, green eyes shone beneath. A letter, gripped in his palm, was wrapped with the seal of a most ancient house.

“Home.”

“To the mali’thilln of Haelun’or,

Too long and vast have my journeys been. Now they must end. I come to you as an elf from our antique ages. I have not been inside the walls of elcihi since Anthos, in the time of Lin’everal. I write this letter with embarrassment and shame, however nomadic my kin are known to be. The duties of a thilln are to his own kind. 

I will accept your scrutiny at the gates. I will undergo a purity trial to attest the soundness of my mind. I will do whatever is necessary to resume serving the Maer’sae Hiylun’ehya, but first I must ask one question.

Is my family still alive?

Truly,

Irulan Elibar’acal”

Issued on 22^nd of The First Seed, 1790

Dear citizenry, 

As expected my challenge for the seat of Okarir’nor has raised many questions among the Blessed Citizenry. 

Questions about my loyalties, questions about my competence, questions about my purity. 

With this speech, I am hoping to answer all your questions and straighten certain beliefs about me. 

You served the Elervathar Diarchy, how dare you turn a blind-eye to their tyranny?

Ti, I did serve the Diarchy; however this was never in an Okarir position. I do admit to holding a lot of power regardless of my positions, but it was not enough. I was constantly questioned by the serving heial’thilln due to misconduct. This was simply for questioning the methods of the Diarchy.

I was removed from public assemblies due to raising my voice against the Diarchy, I was threatened with acid for standing against them and speaking on behalf of the Sillumiran. 

Like you say, it was a tyranny. I was afraid for my life. 

Do not cast doubt upon that of what I am nor whom I serve, my purity is unquestionable and my loyalties have and will always be to the Motherland. 

I can not undo my time within the era of the Elervathar Diarchy and the previous leaders, however I can work to ensure it shall never be repeated. 

You are simply not qualified enough!

During the period of me holding the seat of Okarir’mali, we introduced many systems as soon as possible. I do admit that they were not perfect as they were supposed to be perfected as time went on, however I was removed from said seat before I had the time to perfect them. 

When it comes to the skygod minaan collected through the Common Maehr’sae Fund, it was lot more than what certain Mali claim. This money was never held by me, but the former Sohaer, Alaion Miravaris. Participating in this fund was voluntary, no one had to if they so choose and no one was held accountable for doing so. 

The money from the fund was used for State resources acquired from lesser nations and other administrative tasks that came along when dealing with lessers. It worked and the Mali liked it. 

I was one of the most competent Okarir’mali the state had ever seen and many citizens claimed this. I had a very competent team and I worked tirelessly to ensure the communication between my office and the citizens. Our citizenry archives were updated, citizen door locks changed, lesser district introduced, the housing of more ‘Thill than ever and much more. 

Unfortunately, I am prone to mistakes and sometimes make decisions that could’ve been better; but this is the first part of Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya. Wisdom. We learn from the mistakes we do, not to repeat them. 

You support the diarchist system?

Ti, I do. However, I did not and will not support those wishing to harm the Motherland or Her citizens. 

The Diarchist system has always worked better when it comes to leading the Mali’thill.

Democracy gives room for incompetent Mali to rise to a seat of power, given they have enough supporters.

The system of decision based Okariran ensured that only those of utmost quality took the seat. However, this did not work within the era of Acaele Lazul and the two Sohaeran, Sulraell Visaj and Alaion Miravaris. 

The council was corrupt and I knew it, I warned the about this, but I was not believed in. 

We have a system put in place by Maheral Ikur and I shall offer it my utmost respect. I am not here to unstabilize the affairs, but to serve my nation as I always have. 

Regardless of disliking the current system, I pledge my loyalty to Maheral Ikur Sullas, the epitome of purity. 

You are not pure. 

If there is anyone questioning my purity, physical or mental, I invite you to call upon a trial, a debate or even the slightest of evidence to your claims. If you claim others being more pure than I, I ask you to provide me proof. 

I have a husband, Delos Telperion whom I share three children with. 

I have written many books to the Eternal Library, I have served the state over two centuries. I am an Uradir. 

Mentioning my family I base on the culture we Uradir have, on the regard we hold purity. 

You signed the document by Sohaer Sulraell Visaj to undermine the authority of the Maheral Azorella?

Ti, I did and I shall always carry the stain of that until and I join one with Larihei. 

Sulraell Visaj is the son of Elrion Visaj, he whom calls me Haelun, thus making Sulraell Visaj my grand-child, though not by blood. 

My trust for those I call family is very high and it was abused by the Sohaer, tricking me into signing something I would never support. 

I should have checked the document well enough, but this was something I did not do and I apologize. 

My views are as following; No one is above the Maheral as he is the epitome of purity. The embodiment of Larihei in flesh. No Sohaer and no Okarir may undermine the authority of the Maheral,  for the Maheral simply is. 

What will you do as Okarir’nor?

Slowly but steadily I wish to start working on making an office that will serve the state to the best of its capabilities. 

This means putting up a team of competent Mali, helping me to achieve my goals. 

Firstly I want to ease up the burden of the ever so competent Okarir’hiylun, Laurir Dele Seregon and to begin working on the Merchant District once more, to get that up and running within. 

Secondly, it is within my wishes to start mending our relations with the lesser nations when it comes to trading and the markets. I want to open a working flow of goods between us and the lessers. 

Thirdly, I want to achieve certain goals I have for resources. This means counting inventory and setting the goals to the maximum that can be achieved. 

These are one of the many things I hope to achieve and maintain during my tenure as Okarir’nor. I am open to ideas, so please bring them forth. 

You are just a loud, immature Mali hungry for power. 

Loud I am but lacking lust for power. I served the state as a farmer far longer than I did as an Okarir and I am far more than happy to continue. I do not need power to help my nation go forward, I do not need titles to help my nation go forward. 

I have been trusted to work in many positions of power; I never asked for them. 

Give me the tools and I am happy to return to the farms. 

I do admit to being loud and occasionally using my Okarir title but that was required in order to maintain order. During my tenure as an Okarir it was called insubordination. I hated doing that, but occasionally it was required. Perhaps a mistake from my end, rather than being afraid I want the citizens to be comfortable around me.

I raise my voice when I don’t agree with something. I will not apologize for it as it is within the rights of every ‘thill to raise and defend their opinions. 

Lastly I want to say, if it is immature to defend oneself and explain their opinions, I suppose I indeed am immature. 

You abandoned the Motherland in Her time of need 

I did. 

However I ensured a smooth transition to the new Okarir taking my place, the access to archives et cetera. 

I worked tirelessly with my team and I suffered from insomnia and was tired most of the time. I deserved a break and decided to take it. 

I left the walls to meet my husband and to study things I’ve heard of but the Eternal Library had no books of. Things that interest me and will benefit the citizens as I get to write the books about my discoveries. 

After a while, I returned and decided I have rested enough. It is my time to once more serve my Bastion. 

I urge all citizens to raise their concerns with me and my nomination. I hope this and my future endeavors shall clear the foggy air around me. 

It would be within my highest honors to represent our Blessed Bastion as Her Okarir’nor. 

Signed,

Nuala Uradir, a citizen

4th of Malin's Welcome, 1790

Dear Nuala Uradir, 

       Upon your return to Elcihi, you seemed to ne remember who I was, but I remember you. When I first came to the Silver State, I was quickly made aware of the indiscretions of the diarchy, a corrupt government you still seem to support. I did indeed watch from the side, but that was the best view to educate myself on the impurities the government you so devoted yourself to, committed. I am one of the few who was able to form an unbiased opinion on the matter. I ask that you ne use my late lari’maronn as part of your manipulation. She was, and still is, the epitome of purity, something which you should ne claim to be a close or “happy second”. 

               You claim to have many successes in your time of serving Lareh'thilln, and it is clear you do the opposite of selling yourself short. You seem to have a delirious memory of successes in your past position as Elathion Dagre’sae has clearly laid out the facts for you. As he stated so well, “...length of servitude does not equal quality of servitude”. I urge you to accept your failures, rather than blindly focusing on the successes you so claimed to have.

       I also urge you to open your eyes and look around you. I am ne the only ‘Thill to speak out against you, and I may not be the last. I know that my own talonnii does ne define who I am, but is a part of who I am. Using your talonnii name as a way to describe an aspect of your policies is ironic to me. Why use the name of a family which labels you as a “Black Sheep”? Perhaps, before nominating yourself for a position, you should accept your past indiscretions and work towards improving upon yourself and your diarchist views. Progress is a large aspect of Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya, is it not? 

Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya, 

Maeve Elibar’acal

Issued as of 18^th of Snow’s Maiden, 1790

To Challenge

&

To nominate

It is within the mind of every pure ‘Aheral to stand up when the Motherland calls you.

Served under four already, Malaurir Dimaethor Elervathar, Malaurir Iaria Elervathar, Malaurir Azorella Elibar’acal & Malaurir Acaele Lazul. Serving the most pure amongst our kin, to help them better the already competent land. 

Farmer, Inn-worker, illumiran, elemyumiran, Secretary of Sillumiran, sillumir, tilruir’tayna, tilruir’mali & Okarir’mali. 

I have served the Blessed Bastion for over two centuries in many positions, and it is but just, for a Puritan as myself to take the seat of Okarir’nor. 

I was chosen by Malaurir Azorella when they served as Okarir’mali and it was She who appointed me as Her successor, as Okarir’mali. Amongst many competent Mali, I was chosen. Thus, it is imperative that a puritan such as myself takes the seat of Okarir’nor. 

Henceforth, I, Nuala Uradir, offer the citizenry my nomination for the seat of Okarir’nor. 

Those who fail to see my competence, I urge you to consider how long I have served the state. I will never reach the same as Malaurir Azorella, but I am a happy second. 

It was I who created the Common Maehr’sae Fund, resulting in our trade relations blooming, it was I who offered jobs to many ‘Thilln and it was I, together with my team, who created the Merchant system we even use today. 

My loyalty is to the Motherland and thus, you should allocate your votes to Nuala Uradir. 

Ay’Larihei

Ay’Ikur Sullas

Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya

Signed, 

Nuala Uradir, a citizen

Issued on 3^rd of Malin’s Welcome, 1790

Dear Mr Dagre’sae, 

At this point your ridiculous vendetta against me is nothing but hilarious. You have tried to come against me more than I can count, calling me impure, undead, shade and I believe you have even called me a witch once. 

Funny how all of these have been proven wrong? 

Firstly, when power was taken from Malaurir Acaele Lazul, I was not in the city. I joined long after you and your lunatic, violence driven mob ran around the Silver City, burning banners. I challenged Malaurir Ikur sullas for Maheralship - It was asked ‘Would someone wish to challenge the Maheralship’ - I did. 

Not for being power hungry, but for the love I have my for my citizens. I breath for them and I live for them. 

Not once have I plotted against a Maheral, I urge you to cease spreading lies immediately as it is against the Silver Laws. 

My accusations for conspiring against Malaurir Iaria Elervathar were cleared by herself and her husband, Malaurir Dimaethor Elervathar. 

You also mention me leaving the city, I was stripped away of my Okarirship and I am allowed to step outside the walls of Silver as much as you are, as much as everyone else is. I would also like to mention that by indicating my impurity for residing outside the walls, you also claim the impurity of all Malauriran residing outside of those very walls as well.

Do you claim to be above a former Maheral, Mr Dagre’sae? 

You talking of taxes, utterly despises me. I am an Uradir, Dagre’sae; descending onto such a lesser level as taxation makes me nauseous. 

The Common Maehr’sae fund was made for us to ensure the flow of lesser workforce as well as to keep the trading with the lesser nations alive. They do and will always use the Skygod Minaan. It was fully voluntary to participate in it and no one was forced to buy anything. 

You also speak of a revolution. I am not a violent Mali, I do not care for such. As I remember, you headed into the citadel with swords raised against Mali’thill. I was also not privy to any information regarding said revolution, I was not involved in it. Tell me, how can you expect me to join a movement I had no knowledge of?

Was it you who Malaurir Azorella chose to be their Tilruir’mali? Was it you who She chose to be their successor for Okarir’mali? No, it was not. It does not matter how many Mali you think are more competent than I, the late Malaurir Azorella knew my potential and knew that I would never let the Motherland down. 

Sulraell Visaj’s declaration. How funny you still talk about this, even after knowing I was misguided and misinformed. I would have never signed such a declaration if I knew what it meant in reality. 

I have always believed in the Maheralship, no one is above the Maheral. For this, you may ask all Malauriran who knows me. 

Lastly, did you ever join the public assemblies? It was me who had to be removed for questioning the Diarchy, it was me who almost faced charges for raising my opinion. It was me who defended Sillumiran being removed simply because they voiced an opinion. It was me, who publicly disagreed with the Elervathar Diarchy. 

Your missive is filled with more lies than I can say words within a week, I thought much higher of you, Mr Dagre’sae. 

Signed, 

Nuala Uradir, a servant

Issued the 1^st of Malin’s Welcome, 1790

A rebuke to Nuala Uradir’s challenge and nomination for the position of Okarir’nor

Much to my displeasure, I found out that Nuala Uradir has had the gall to suggest nominating herself to the position of Okarir’nor. Now, that in and of itself is not a crime, yet the things she wrote in her nomination announcement cause anger and disgust in me.

She begins with the following statement; “It is within the mind of every pure ‘Aheral to stand up when the Motherland calls you.” which was quite a surprising quote from her to hear. Because what did she do right after the democratic revolution was successful, and our new government called for all citizens to aid in making this project a successful one? She left. She left because her own bid for power was denied by the citizenry. Now, if it is within the mind of every pure ‘Aheral to stand up when the motherland calls you, and she left in such a time, is she pure? Is a Mali that so greedily tries to thrust herself into a position of power she has done nothing to deserve pure? Is a Mali that would then abandon our Motherland pure?

She states she has served under four Malaurir, but she fails to mention that she also plotted against several of them. It is no secret that she has long coveted the position of Maheral for herself, even going as far as to proclaim herself Maheral after our democratic revolution, only to be shamed as she sat down on the throne, and it’s seating area was revealed to be gold. This power hungry nature was revealed and she was shown to be impure. When this attempt to grab power failed, and many citizens voiced their preference for Ikur Sullas as Maheral, she left the city. So much for “ my loyalty is to the Motherland and I shall not stop serving Her merely because of disagreements.” Do not be mistaken. Nuala Uradir is a megalomaniac and only desires power for herself. That is why she desires the position of Maheral so much. She has often been heard saying ‘The Maheral simply is’, the famous statement by Lucion Sullas, when citing that the Maheral should be obeyed. But the two facetted nature of that statement is lost on her. It does not only mean that the Maheral has the last say in everything, but it also means that when the entire citizenry disagrees with the Maheral, that they cease to be Maheral.

She cites her achievements when previously holding an Okarir position under the administration of Sulraell and Alaion. She says that it was her system that ran the merchants that is still used today. I would disagree. When I ascended to the position of Okarir’nor, I was met with the most inefficient system of taxation I have ever laid eyes on. My sincerest thanks to you, for giving me the biggest headache of my life trying to fix that mess. You cite the common Maehr’sae fund. Clearly, considering there was only 8 thousand minas in our treasury when I ascended to the role, a pitiful amount for any nation to possess, your money raising endeavors, your formed trade relations and whatever other achievements you may pin on your chest where far from successful. May I remind you you served as Okarir’mali when our fair city grew more and more devoid of Mali, due to the late Diarchy’s poor administration. Luckily for our nation, this was turned around during our revolution, which you did not participate in. Infact, you tried your best to maintain the status quo while also trying to stay in both side’s good graces, and when we succeeded, like a carrion bird, you landed to try and get some scraps and claim the Maheral position for yourself.

You state you consider yourself a ‘happy second’ to Azorella. You’re not. You’re not a happy second, third, fourth, fifth or even number 20 to Azorella. You do not come close, and I could name many elves who have contributed more to this nation than you have or ever will. You state that those who fail to see your competence should look at how long you have served the state, but length of servitude does not equal quality of servitude. Let us not forget that Kinahen was Okarir’indor for years with only opening the library on the last few days of her tenure. Under the diarchy, incompetent councilmembers could stay on for years due to the nepotism that was so rampant in that system of government. Infact, I’m frankly insulted that you would even bring up Azorella’s name in this matter. Your name was on Sulraell’s declaration that he was going to ignore the trial that would have returned Azorella her rightful power, with the rest of his council (except of course Nelgauth Maehr’tehral). You did nothing to avenge her death, you did nothing to try and bring her killers to justice. All you did was stand in the square and blurt on endlessly how we should dialogue with a diarchy that simply would not listen.

She tries to invalidate Visenna Maehr’tehral’s argument that she stood by idly and complacently when the diarchy continued to drive Haelun’or further and further into the ground by saying she didn’t serve the Elervathar diarchy as an Okarir. I say this is irrelevant. When the people were being led astray and the nation was being mismanaged, you were serving as an Okarir. While Visenna may not have been correct on which diarchy you exactly served as an Okarir, the rest of her statement is entirely valid. You did turn a blind eye and let the misrule continue as long as you had a seat on the council. And that is all you care about; power for yourself. 

Do yourself, and the rest of Haelun’or, a favor and refrain from running. You’ll save yourself the embarrassment of losing an election, or being ousted later by a more competent Mali when your incompetence once again becomes plain for all to see.

Signed, Elathion Dagre’sae

Issued as of 20^th of The Deep Cold, 1789

Dear Okarir’nor, Effile Ker’vulnir, 

Where are you? What is that you are doing?

Many years since my returnal to the Silver State, I have seen you not once. No missives, not publications, nothing. 

You were placed upon a seat of trust from the people, the Protector of our lands yet you fail the very Mali that voted for you. You are the very definition of an incompetent council, doing nothing but riding along on a fancy title, without doing anything. 

I am ashamed. 

Thus, I demand you be removed as Okarir’nor under an order from the Maheral and the seat be opened up for election. 

- Nuala Uradir, a socialite

10^th Amber Cold, 1788

To Elmali’thill of elcihi’thilln,

Though we bid farewell to Silvyr Uradir, former guardian of our educational and scholarly pursuits, maehr’sae is enduring and must go on represented. Thusly, we welcome forth the Republic’s traditional rites to vote and their self-nomination.

To be the Okarir’maehr is to serve as both the headmaster of the Eternal College and Chief Librarian of the Eternal Library. The Okarir’maehr will be granted total administrative authority over these institutions and their members.

Nominations are to be performed as per protocol. They will be delivered to the blessed Maheral or Maelunir to be entered as an electable candidate. For a nomination to be valid, the candidate will present a short speech, demonstrating how they fulfil the prerequisites to serve, along with declarations of appropriate experience.

MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

11th of the Grand Harvest, 1789

In recent times, a thought has weighed heavy on my conscience. Why is it that we, as Mali’thill, and Descendants in general refer to Azdromoth, The Firstborn, by a secondary term; Arch Drakaar? Does Drakaar not imply a darker, more vile substance to this ancient being? I do not purpose to instead call him Dragaar, as that implies holy light. Azdromoth, I believe, is somewhere in between, just as perhaps we should have seen from the start based alone on his stance on how he views both sides of the coin. 

I recall early on within Haelun’or’s Pact with the Firstborn that he wished for  a purging of all that was holy and dark from within the city. The darkness, like Ibleesian ilk, lingered but did not return after he was notified of it seeping into the walls of the Silver City. Would a Drakaar not tolerate this darkness? Then, on the other hand, would a Dragaar not in turn tolerate the Paladins and all that was holy? Azdromoth simply just is what he is; The Firstborn, a Titan, Azdromoth. 

We call him Drakaar and the more I learn and understand, this is purely a Descendant label, the same as how we label humans between Heartlander and Highlander, or the ‘berun from the regular ‘ame. We must look at the definition of Drakaar for what it implies; corruption, betrayal, and a great deal of violent nature. Azdromoth is a far cry from either side, and in most cases, we do not have a label to fit what he has become. He seems to radiate darker tones to his actions, but I have not but once seen him properly drawn to ire so much that he does something himself. When we have seen draconic violence, it is typically an Azdrazi, acting within their free will of what they believe will please their Father.

The very concept of free will is present within Azdromoth, and by extension his brood of Azdrazi. The Drakaar, so I’ve heard it said, did not have this gift. While they are not descendants, we must recognize that every creature with free will is capable of morality. The term Drakaar alone, I believe, has caused quite a few angry feelings and stirred up fear. It references daemonic entities, but if the Azdrazi were born of a truly daemonic being, would they not always be called Azdrazi even when they cast aside their Father’s blessing to become Daemonic Azdrazi? There is still no word for this type of betrayal, mind you, so they are just called by this.

The history of the Firstborn is peculiar and while I do not have all of it documented, I believe it best to view him for what he has become now. He is grey in morality, neither quite a Dragaar or Drakaar, but something entirely within himself as I have said before. He is still an Arch-something, but the question is what? That is my question, in fact. Having asked a Herald of the Titan what the Draan word for grey was, I believe the term Dra-Kifel may be best fit. Though in some cases, the elvish word Diraar, meaning Guard, may be the better option based on the Firstborn’s desire to protect the Eos. 

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