Letter To Malin's People # 7

[Dry Crackers 268]

*mysterous letters are posted in quiet nooks and corners.  The poster has little diffuculty remaining unseen, due to the lack of residents in the Wood Elves' city.*

 

 

To whom it may concern-

     As a Wood Elf, my primary concerns are with those of my own race, and so though the letter is directed in the main towards all of my wider people as it is a number of them who may be responsible for the situation outlined herein, it is concerned primarily with the affairs of the Wood Elves, though my dark-skinned brethren shall feel the effects of the aforementioned situation in their own manner.

 

     I have witnessed the development of a disturbing trend of late, which is highly detrimental to both the long-term survivability as well as the general atmosphere of our home of Lin'ame.  It is this: extreme regulation on the part of those Elves chosen to man the main gate of our city.  These gates are closed at all times, including during the off watches when there is no one about to man them.  This severely inconvieniences those residents wishing to enter during those times.  Yet this extreme regulation has other, more averse effects.

     The restrictions which are applied without reason to travelers attempting to enter the city are not only annoying and apparently arbitrary but also re-enforce to the person seeking admittance any negative preconceptions regarding the Elves as a people they may have.  In addition, these regulations serve to put A TOTAL STRANGEHOLD ON TRADE.  Readily apparent to any intelligent being is the tenent that a strong economy is the base upon which greater martial prosperity as well as political stability.  However, the Elves of our modern era have apparently no regard for accepted truths.  THERE IS NO TRADE IN OUR CITY.  NONE.  This is a highly unfortunate circumstance which will lead in the long run only to civil failure.

     Now, it is not evident in the documents provided by Annilir Haumel in order to define his philosophy of Bronze that total isolation is required, and so the responsibility for this action presumably lies elsewhere, either in an unspoken tenant of the Bronze Law (which I find most likely,) or in a separate, governmental declaration (which is no doubt equally likely) which has been kept private from the majority of the population.  Alternatively this is due to some unknown machinations of the High Elves whom nessiceity has demanded we submit to the laws of, much as they have for unknown reasons removed the Dark Elves who once coexisted with.

 

     Indeed, those Dark Elves who are now relegated to a separate district for reasons unknown shall suffer in their own time from this modern elvish urge for seculsion, and indeed they shall suffer more greatly than the Wood Elves who have established already a district, a philosophy, a guard and a government system.  The Dark Elves are now forced to grow their own society, a circumstance which I regard as Highly Unfortunate, as to my eyes there were no legitimate reasons which the Dark Elves can not share in the relative prosperity generated by the establishment of a Wood Elven society.

 

    Perhaps there are a select number of Elves who believe isolation shall bring prosperity, in the High Elven fashion.  However, is is a nessicety that their desires be subjucated to those of Elvish society as a whole--in this case, it is apparent to me through conversations on the streets that isolation shall not bring prosperity, and danger in the whole is passed with the close of the War.  To Haumel, Kalenez, Elorna, and the other current leaders of the Elves, whether title or not--it is your DUTY to provide for the majority of Elves.  All other Elvish large societies have faltered, failed and assimilated, leaving a great number of Elves with no choice but the join you, whether they agree with your actions or not.  In other words, you have a captive audience, who has no choice in their leader.  Beware of this. 

 

I remain, Yours Truely,

O. Sylvanus Treemail~

[Dry Crackers 268]

[[ Wait, I goofed.  Could an FM move this to Wood Elven roleplay when they get a chance please? ]]

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Use the soulstones up the makeshift stairs on the path up to tahn'siol to always have access to the city.

Furthermore, any trader may just state his business and if his goods are worth buying the guards may let him in. Mali'ker we also allow in still and invite into our homes as cousins should, we are there for them should their government falls, I don't see your point here.

We are right to restrict entry to whom we wish. Lin'ame will not become a melting pot of necromancers, shades, Wraiths, chaotic Mages, edgies, and exiles from the lesser races like Malinor was. We are an elven city, it will remain for elves. Particularly the sane, not undead ones.

[Stephensj 327]

"Or just burn down the city?"

 

Sincerely,

Dwarf

[Supremacy 3361]

Haelun'or succeeds where Malinor did not. Chaos does not run rampant in our streets and elves defend their home. The other elves have proven themselves incompetent time and time again. This time, competence has been thrust upon and demanded of them. 

[Space 2335]

Haelun'or succeeds where Malinor did not. Chaos does not run rampant in our streets and elves defend their home. The other elves have proven themselves incompetent time and time again. This time, competence has been thrust upon and demanded of them. 

 

But you always see those 20 high elves having a jolly time in the middle of Hauleen'Or? - a voice in your head says or something.

[Bat Druid 140]

A Mali'ker of no real importance glances at the letter, frowning. He takes a quill from his coat, sighing raggedly as he clenches a gloved hand in frustration, going to write a swift reply, in his best handwriting. 

 

"ѕнυт υρ.

ѕιη¢єяєℓу, тнє вαт ∂яυι∂."

 

The cloaked Mali'ker, presumably the Bat Druid, flicks his white hair out of his face, his one blue and one gold eye glancing about the residency, before humming a somewhat gloomy tune, going to plod away as he slides the quill into his brown cloak, checking his dark green gloves for any ink stains, in which he finds none. He sets his hands behind his back, walking methodically towards Ker'lomi.

[Dakirennis 959]

Shakes his head as he reads the letter over. He sips his tea quietly in his home, deep within Ker'lomi. Putting the cup down he exits his den and strolls through the hollow. Waving to a few workers as he passes a hall that's being carved out in honour of the Ancestors. Making note of the few homes left as he wanders through. 

 

"We'll need to make more soon..." He mumbles to himself. Putting his hands behind his back, he chuckles he thinks back to the letter.

 

"'Unfortunate' indeed. The entire mali'ker race is doomed now." Stepping out of the hollow, he watches the gates open as another of his people enter the district. He walks towards the new face to welcome them to their new home, making note of the empty space around. 

 

"Still so much work to do..." He muses to himself.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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