The Third Way

[VonEbs 1224]

I have noticed, as the elven days pass, that Malinor is being ripped apart by two idealogically radical factions. The first, those loyal to the old ways of the High Council, grounded in archaic tradition. And of course, in opposition, those loyal to the Conclave, springing forth declaring that the violent rebirth of Malinor is at hand. Both sides are firmly entrenched, intending to fight to the death, so certain are they that they are right that they are willing to kill their fellow Mali over it. Chaos is about to descend on Malinor, and it must be stopped.

 

Malinor has long been a land of conflicting ideals: liberty and authority, racism and egalitarianism, violence and serenity. We are divided by skin tone, by religion, by creed. The murky waters of Malinorian politics have unfortunately not helped bridge the widening gaps. I must confess that I have been part of the problem, as have many other Mali. The Mali have lost their way.

 

However, is the only other option to rip down indiscriminately what has so long supported us, in favor of someone who declares himself divine? We are all children of Malin, none of us is greater than the other by birthright. We define who we are, no one else. Obscure prophesies and clouded truths do not make one a god.

 

So I am here to suggest a third way. The government of the Shining Princedom of Malinor desperately needs reform. It is inefficient, incapable of making decisions, and unaccountable. However, there is a right way to reform, and a wrong way. Change at the edge of a sword is destined for failure. The best of intentions will be perverted by violence.

 

There is still room in Malinor for calm heads and clear voices. I am here to listen. Change must come, or the East Wind will surely annihilate us all.

 

May the trees shade your path.

~Ebs Telrunya, Fourth Prince of Malinor

[Samson Option 9652]

"Many times promised, none fulfilled

You create an image of blood spilled

Whilst you fop and flop in eternal sloth

Face what years of inadequacy doth

Bring to those most deserving of evolution

You call it blood-sport, we call it adaptation

 

Pray the Council are not illusionists, I call Nay to their skill. While you still sit and piece together a mirage of a blood-thirsty Conclave, we have defended the Mali' within our confines from being robbed and slaved. Merely step down when we march and watch your false image shatter, but is that not the tragedy of this tale, you merely seek a self-fulfilling prophecy."

 

Khagan salutes once more the Mali', turning on his heel and exiting with determination.

[Booklight12 481]

Blake grumbles slightly after leaving Ebs in the cloud temple after their words "S*it is  goin' down.."

[Garukumus 81]

Tina cries out, tugging on her father's pant leg and pointing at Ebs and Khagan.

 

"Look, papa! They speak pretty words!"

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.