~*~ A Call For A Clear View ~*~

[The Media Wizard 2958]

A hooded man adorned in blue stands before masses of Elves, his cape gently flowing in the wind. His eyes flash a bright blue within the abyss of his hooded face, hands clasped behind his back. To some, he is known as the Blue Wizard. Others, Socari. But, a select few would know him as Azoth Hawksong.

 

Time begins to pass as he watches the crowd converse, his lips still before taking in a deep breath and beginning to speak.

 

"Greetings, my kin. Some of you know me, some of you don't. But that will not stop the words I am about to converse. I have lived my life as a street rat, Wizard, violent swordsman and even a drug abuser. I had my fair share of Impurities and mistakes... but never did I reject to repent for my mistakes to my kin."

 

"I come from the linage of Hawksong, a proud elven house that valued care and kindness above all else. A home who ruled Malinor in the days of Asulon and Anthos, leading our kingdom to a peaceful existence..."

 

"... We are not the same as before, my kin. We have devolved into a race of anger filled beasts who only care to set ourselves above others. We are no longer independent. We are no longer creative thinkers and kind souls. We have gone from proud race made to be examples of prosperity... to a race of hate filled murderers who reject the old ways."

 

"I love you all, and I wish for the elves to be what we once were. But Artimec Camoryn and his associates have plagued our race with their hate. Art himself drowned the Delvers in their own blood when he ruled them as their Guildmaster. How long is it until he runs us into the ground like he did with them?"

 

"I call for a very intense look at our leaders and their customs. They are brave and proud, but not for the reasons that us elves should value!"

 

"I call not for revolution... just for peace. Peace with those would would never dare utter the phrase 'fawk Malin'. We don't need those who would hurt our heritage and image we portray. That is all, my kin."

 

Azoth steps down with a huff, turning and hurrying off down the path towards the Dwarven lands.

 

Edit:

 

I'd just like you all to know I'm not actually angry OOCly. I do feel that the RP of the elves has declined as of late and is slowly becoming too murderous. I know many who share my feelings, so yes, this is an OOC debate as well.

 

We have amazing RPers leading us, but the values of some of them in RP and in the OOC is making RP with the nation immensely unattractive.

 

Until next time! :d

 

[Matt011011 166]

Milo claps from inside the wood elven cell. 

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"Druid grows tree near elf wall. Elves tell druid not to grow tree near wall. Druid refuses to listen. Elf removes tree because security hazard."

 

Art says before stating:

 

"That easy enough to understand or should I simplify my language even more to get the concept through your head."

 

postscript:

"I'm kind of flattered you think the Berun'cinhir of Lin'ame are MY accosiates. I'm simply a footsoldier."

[Bat Druid 140]

A certain Mali'ker watches the speech. He says nothing, peering out from under his hood. After the speech is done, he would slip away, through the crowds, as he goes to leave. As he steps away, he would simply speak one phrase.

 

"This will not do..."

[Jchizz 115]

Trevor stops on the road as he hears the speech from within the city walls, the driven, passionate voice clear even at such a distance. At the end of the speech, he nods once, then moves on. "Fine words..."

 

Jackson enters the city just as the speech begins, stopping to listen as he adjusts to his new surroundings. When the speech ends, he scratches his chin and goes off to explore the city, deep in thought.

[The Media Wizard 2958]

"Druid grows tree near elf wall. Elves tell druid not to grow tree near wall. Druid refuses to listen. Elf removes tree because security hazard."

 

Art says before stating:

 

"That easy enough to understand or should I simplify my language even more to get the concept through your head."

 

Azoth stops a moment, taking in a deep breath before turning.

"You think I care for the the Halfling's actions? No, Artimec, I do not. What I do care for is your mistreatment of our people and warping them into shallow husks of our former selves. My statements are final and views are pure of heart. I wish I could say the same for you, llir."

Azoth turns and continues to stray down the path, cape gently hung behind him.

 

[Rig 17591]

A note is left.

Your "feedback" will get you killed or wanted, it's unintelligent, and foolish. Ps: Artimec has changed yes, but he's only over-emotional, to be honest he's just doing his job. 

*The note is unsigned*

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

 

Azoth stops a moment, taking in a deep breath before turning.

"You think I care for the the Halfling's actions? No, Artimec, I do not. What I do care for is your mistreatment of our people and warping them into shallow husks of our former selves. My statements are final and views are pure of heart. I wish I could say the same for you, llir."

Azoth turns and continues to stray down the path, cape gently hung behind him.

 

 

"Stating yourself a proud member of a dead decayed nation and the relative of a traitor princess then denouncing the elves because for the first time in decades we can defend ourselves from troublemakers like the mutant midget druii and yourself isn't a good way to get anywhere in Haelun'or. But okay. Good luck."

[Mithradites 1168]

Walking around the wood elven and dark elven districts is a gaunt-looking high elf, who appears to speak to all those who would listen. Elves being the vocal and argumentative race that they are, many are inclined to listen to Lucion before batting away his comments. At least, the more pleasant denizens are.

 

"What are these people whom that speaker described? I recall no time when I saw united elves as this one recalls. Not a race of beasts at least, nor ones as an example of prosperity. The days of Aegis are long gone, along with this one's grip on reality. Elves have been transformed by a century of cruelty! A century of hedonism! A century of madness, and mismanagement! 

 

Upon the landing in Asulon, we trekked to the Emerald Peninsular and built a new city in the name of purity, learning, and peace. And yet at every opportunity we have been met by hate due to the tiny, misshapen egos of lesser people. And at the same time, Malinor in its isolation devolved from what marvels it once had to mimic the fragile minds of fouler folk. Weep not for Malinor, as it gained its due fate. Weep only for those who suffered for the incompetence of its leaders. It died the death of a plague-ridden man fed on nothing but plague-ridden potatoes.

 

And what of Haelun'or? The motherland remains as it always has. Its people have gone through trials, but their dedication and loyalty remains. And what of those who are not high elves? The many who have taken up silver, and discarded the poisons of the Old Princedom to the wayside? You face trials, yes. As have we all! Their sting is but the precursor to a glorious new age. Another era of stability and peace comes, Mali. And in the name of both Malin and Larihei, they shall be something to be learned from, just as others seek wisdom from the days of old.

 

However, only if you let it be so. All elves untainted by the hedonism of old are welcome to the Silver City. Make your choice."

[The Media Wizard 2958]

Walking around the wood elven and dark elven districts is a gaunt-looking high elf, who appears to speak to all those who would listen. Elves being the vocal and argumentative race that they are, many are inclined to listen to Lucion before batting away his comments. At least, the more pleasant denizens are.

 

"What are these people whom that speaker described? I recall no time when I saw united elves as this one recalls. Not a race of beasts at least, nor ones as an example of prosperity. The days of Aegis are long gone, along with this one's grip on reality. Elves have been transformed by a century of cruelty! A century of hedonism! A century of madness, and mismanagement! 

 

Upon the landing in Asulon, we trekked to the Emerald Peninsular and built a new city in the name of purity, learning, and peace. And yet at every opportunity we have been met by hate due to the tiny, misshapen egos of lesser people. And at the same time, Malinor in its isolation devolved from what marvels it once had to mimic the fragile minds of fouler folk. Weep not for Malinor, as it gained its due fate. Weep only for those who suffered for the incompetence of its leaders. It died the death of a plague-ridden man fed on nothing but plague-ridden potatoes.

 

And what of Haelun'or? The motherland remains as it always has. Its people have gone through trials, but their dedication and loyalty remains. And what of those who are not high elves? The many who have taken up silver, and discarded the poisons of the Old Princedom to the wayside? You face trials, yes. As have we all! Their sting is but the precursor to a glorious new age. Another era of stability and peace comes, Mali. And in the name of both Malin and Larihei, they shall be something to be learned from, just as others seek wisdom from the days of old.

 

However, only if you let it be so. All elves untainted by the hedonism of old are welcome to the Silver City. Make your choice."

 

Azoth breathes softly, nodding in response.

 

"Change to the society and our gathering as one is good, yes. I do not cling to the old beliefs, more so wish them to be upheld with a sense of decency. The 'aheral are as they have always been, and I do not speak of them as the cruel ones. Artimec alone is my concern, and others like him who seek violence and war instead of peace and prosperity. I agree with you, llir, but I cannot simply ignore a man who openly says 'F**k Malin'. Even with our kin adapting to the new, we must not forget our old."

 

"The old was then and the now is now; I understand this. My passion for these statements do not stem from my wish for the return of our past, but to the people who carry our own blood. If we are seen as cruel as others, what peace will be left to grow in these lands? Yes, it still exists, llir, and we have shunned it long enough for violence."

 

"But, all considered, I agree with you."

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"I don't think he realizes that a city has laws and the guard to ordered to enforce them.  That's the basis of any society. If you like Anarchy go dance in the ashes of the dead nation of Malinor."

[Malaise 1570]

A random thought would come over Lysanthir's mind.

 

"Maybe the fools enjoyed anarchy? typical elfen rvse"

[__WaterFox__ 636]

"Dango, dango family!"Alirya sings to herself in amusement"hm...Family... Talonii confederacy was best elven government, not the strongest millitary force though.."

[monkeypoacher 8055]

Aoth'an chortles slightly at the speech.

 

"One could only wish, but wishing is futile, as it is dictated by an imaginary metaphysical force."

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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