Letter To Malin's People #8

[Dry Crackers 268]

A number of neatly written letters have been found about the city of Elves.  None are to be found within the district of the High Elves, yet they are prolific in the market section of Lin'ame, as well as that of Fenn.  How they got there is a mystery.  They run as follows:

 

To whom it may concern-

 

     We elves have enjoyed a resurgence in prosperity in the years since we were united in Haulunor, mainly through the efforts of one Kalenz Urdir (I beg the pardon of the Sohaer if I misprint his surname.)  In that time our population has grown, our streets have become secure, and imminent political and economic collapse is no longer at our doorstep.  My greatest thanks and gratitude goes to the Sohaer Kalenz for preserving our society, and to those of each of our respective Elvish races--who for some reason count themselves as infinitely different from the rest--who were in such a position as to co-operate with Kalenz and assist in his preservation of our society. 

 

     However, in the preceding days from the writing of this letter, the Sohaer has shown an extreme aptitude to the implementation of policies which, though perhaps appearing logical to his mind and those of his High Elven brethren, who eschew the deep relation with the natural world other Elves cherish for the cold, malevolently clinical environment of their laboratories and libraries, are nonsensical and bespeak an greater danger to our society, so newly rebuilt.  (And yet, it must be remembered that Kalenz is, to my belief, deserving of commendation and recognition for his myriad accomplishments, including the successful integration of the Snow Elves into our city--though they will suffer greatly at the hands of the bigoted High Elves, it is a better fate than being the pawns of an agent of Kal'Arkon.)

 

     Kalenz has shown an aptitude, indeed a preference, to employ the methods and agents of a Tyrant.  He has, in the preceding days, instituted myriad laws artificially restricting various activites for NO CONCEIVABLE REASON.  Sent from his unassailable headquarters upon the crest of our mountain come Agents, trained and built to enforce archaic laws of 'Purity' which only the High Elves endured--willingly--in the past.  These selfsame agents are empowered to create any amount of Chaos, Death, and Destruction to execute the twisted will of the Sohaer upon his populace. 

 

    He has, in addition, apparently had designs on the control of the Druidic Order, whom have since the days when High Prince Native raised the trees of Laurelin, been an entity apart of the control of the government of Elves.  Kalenz, however, aims to change that and integrate the Druids, through misguided violence and warmongering befitting a Human lord, into his society.  I have yet to look into the circumstances surrounding the incident by which the Druids have incited the wrath of the Sohaer, yet by its very existence, and the reaction of Kalenz it appears suspicious.

 

     This Elf MUST DESIST in his current actions which serve to help no one but himself, and in fact can conceivably damage the reputation and relations of all Elves.  If these actions continue, he could very easily bring down about his head all which he has wrought for us.

I am,

 

Yours truly,

O. Sylvanus Treemail.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

A wood elf realizes it's only a matter of time before the high elven gestapo find this man.

"Oh no, a reasonable opinion, everyone run and hide!"

[Ford 1996]

Archibald nods. "This whole mess will only escalate into something even worse as long as that mali'aheral continues to stay, or even rise, in power."

[Praetor 1550]

 

The E.T.H.I.C frowns beneath her helm as she reads through the message slowly, one armored finger running along the lines of text. Her icy eyes bore a new hole into the notice board and she quickly quells the wave of anger that roils through her. Anger is for the inferiors.

She leaves the Mali'ame district at a brisk pace and returns to Tahn'siol to write a report and another notice.

 

The sun is setting above Lin'ame once she returns. It casts a brilliant maelstrom of colors across the market place, turning the dreary plazza into an almost festive location. But the E.T.H.I.C pays it no mind. She marches back to the largest noticeboard and pins a thick piece of parchment upon it.

 

 

"All Mali found supporting this decision will be taken in for interrogation and/or termination. The rebellious author, O. Sylvanus Treemail is to be brought to Tahn'siol proper if discovered in the city. Any attempt to aid him will be met with interrogation and termination."

 

E.T.H.I.C

Evarir'thill Il'cruan

[Giga 357]

Archdruid Gi'Garun gulps.

"A letter like this is a light in my heart, yet Kalenz, I doubt, will take it the wrong way..."

He closes his eyes, returning to the state of meditation that he left the problems of the High Elves in pondering thoughts...

[- Pastry 931]

Ikur, though he disagrees greatly with the content of the message, nods in approval of the wording and style of its writer. He does not write another letter, or make a backhanded comment to nobody in particular, but merely notes the style of the printing and the writing patterns. However, before submitting his accumulated data on this particular man's writing to his Sulieriran, he notes the man bothered to sign it with his full name. With a troubled sigh he includes the name in his observations and ships it off to his investigators with the instruction to find the man and bring him before the Okarir'tir, preferably on peaceful terms, so they may speak about the nature of the mass-produced documents.

[Mirtok 2853]

*Whilst overseeing the training operations of the newest recruits, one of the Sariants brings forth a slightly crumpled piece of parchment. On it a well written letter to the peoples of Elven kind. Mirtok takes the letter and moves towards the confines of Castle Bealcrest, to read, analyze and possibly discuss the information. Before departing he thanks his comrade for delivering this to him . . .

 

"They are waking up."

 

*Mirtok stands before some of his more revered and respected members of the Teutonic Order, around a large recreation of the world map in relief. The likes of Sister Adjutant Titania, Brother Zealot Richard and OrdernMarschall Wes wait patiently for what their Hochmeister had to say on the matter . . .

 

"The movements towards an independent Elven society is finally coming into the light. The argument presented in this letter proves that to me. You all know why we had to betray the image that was painted for us so long ago under the glorious leadership of Emperor Godfrey; Such does not require repetition. It has become our duty to see that everyone has the opportunity to be free to do as they wish in this world without the looming shadow or direct intervention via the Third Empire of Oren. It is not the fault of the people more so than it is the fault of the system. The idea of Imperialism is not for this world any longer, it corrupts, distorts and perverts good. This was never a war against a people, nor one person, but instead in the pursuit of a world given another chance. Where the peoples of all lands are no longer enthralled by the influence of an Empire. The end of an era, the beginning of a new chapter.

 

The progress the Elven peoples have made in the wake of their decline after much violence, influence, meddling and so on is astounding. They have managed to become uplifted and given a sort of prosperity that ought to make anyone proud. But it is because of those they chose to ally themselves with is what has caused them to become lulled by this false sense of security. It is far too easy to blind a populace with prosperity, masking the real agenda at hand by injecting distractions. Piece by piece, policy after policy will be laid forth, pushing the Elven races into the point of no return, where their good fortune was their undoing in the long run.

 

We shall keep up the fight so long as Oren wishes to threaten us with extinction. We have taken the war to the point where we do not have to push aggression; We have earned respect and we have demonstrated we cannot be pushed around any longer. This letter has given me hope the Elven peoples will perhaps one day join us, and if not that then they will simply arrest control of their own fates and propel themselves into a future of good, by their own hands. I hope they see that they must risk one thing in hopes for another for when there is nothing ventured, there is nothing gained. They have the capacity, and these words prove it."

 

*Mirtok finishes his speech to his comrades and dismisses them to go about their duties. As they all filter out, Mirtok holds the letter in his hands, smiling to himself from under his winged helmet . . .

 

"I've got time and I've faith."

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

 

Phaedrus reads through the letter, nodding periodically as he does so. He begins to squint however as he reads on about the Druidic Order, sighing quietly with a shake of his head as he reads the words "I have yet to look into the circumstances surrounding the incident..."

 

In reaction to what he reads, he mutters, "Uninformed, and rather impractical speculation... It was a good letter too."

 

He walks out of the market district, before returning shortly afterwards, and places his own bulletin.

 

 

 

A bulletin from the Annilir of the Elberu'cinhir, Phaedrus

 

The past is behind us, lliran, the days of High Prince Native are long over. We must regard the present instead and look to the future. The Druii, have done us no service. Dedicants provide little aid to Lin'ame as a whole. More focused on appealing to ranking higher within an Order that antagonizes us through construction of fortifications that can be used to the advantage of raiders we still war with. Those few Druii who do aid us - Elorna, Oropher, Earendur - they did not take on their responsibilities because they were Druii.

 

They did so because they were Mali.

 

As it stands, the Druidic Order resides within enemy territory of the Bortu. As it stands, multiple members of their Order have taken part in the building of structures in extremely close proximity to our walls. As it stands, the Druidic Order is suspect in taking part in an open attack upon Lin'ame while one of their members was taken prisoner for crimes committed on our land.

 

We owe nothing to the Druidic Order - our debt lies in the few individuals who have aided their kin. Valah, Bortu and Halfling members should not expect immunity or us to disregard their actions as harmless, let alone helpful.

 

Do not let their words sway you, lliran. Our walls are stone, this is true, our homes are stone, this is true. However the Enclave is condensed, efficient. Nature flourishes within the district of Lin'ame, and we use little space, leaving the rest of the world to do as it pleases and grow however it sees fit. We are still in touch with nature, the Aspects do not have a tally system for how many trees you plant or hug.

 

Keep this in mind whenever they victimize themselves in the future. The Sohaer Kalenz has offered them an opportunity, redemption for their actions.

 

It looks far more generous, and far less suspicious, if one is actually aware of circumstances surrounding recent incidents...

[Salamandra 1136]

Salamandra, perhaps oddly, can be seen reading one of the posted letters that normally he would simply walk past and ignore. He wastes no time, his eyes carefully dissecting every aspect of the letter and it's contents, re-reading the entire letter within a few moments after finishing the first time. He then speaks to the parchment before him:

 

"There are many things I can appreciate about the Mali'aheral, and only a few things I dislike; though, those I dislike are far grander in scale and importance than the former. Things can be overlooked, and it should be noted that Kalenz has finally managed to reunite the Elven races again, quite a large achievement. However, after reading this letter, I only have one thing left to do..."

 

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

*Whilst overseeing the training operations of the newest recruits, one of the Sariants brings forth a slightly crumpled piece of parchment. On it a well written letter to the peoples of Elven kind. Mirtok takes the letter and moves towards the confines of Castle Bealcrest, to read, analyze and possibly discuss the information. Before departing he thanks his comrade for delivering this to him . . .

 

"They are waking up."

 

*Mirtok stands before some of his more revered and respected members of the Teutonic Order, around a large recreation of the world map in relief. The likes of Sister Adjutant Titania, Brother Zealot Richard and OrdernMarschall Wes wait patiently for what their Hochmeister had to say on the matter . . .

 

"The movements towards an independent Elven society is finally coming into the light. The argument presented in this letter proves that to me. You all know why we had to betray the image that was painted for us so long ago under the glorious leadership of Emperor Godfrey; Such does not require repetition. It has become our duty to see that everyone has the opportunity to be free to do as they wish in this world without the looming shadow or direct intervention via the Third Empire of Oren. It is not the fault of the people more so than it is the fault of the system. The idea of Imperialism is not for this world any longer, it corrupts, distorts and perverts good. This was never a war against a people, nor one person, but instead in the pursuit of a world given another chance. Where the peoples of all lands are no longer enthralled by the influence of an Empire. The end of an era, the beginning of a new chapter.

 

The progress the Elven peoples have made in the wake of their decline after much violence, influence, meddling and so on is astounding. They have managed to become uplifted and given a sort of prosperity that ought to make anyone proud. But it is because of those they chose to ally themselves with is what has caused them to become lulled by this false sense of security. It is far too easy to blind a populace with prosperity, masking the real agenda at hand by injecting distractions. Piece by piece, policy after policy will be laid forth, pushing the Elven races into the point of no return, where their good fortune was their undoing in the long run.

 

We shall keep up the fight so long as Oren wishes to threaten us with extinction. We have taken the war to the point where we do not have to push aggression; We have earned respect and we have demonstrated we cannot be pushed around any longer. This letter has given me hope the Elven peoples will perhaps one day join us, and if not that then they will simply arrest control of their own fates and propel themselves into a future of good, by their own hands. I hope they see that they must risk one thing in hopes for another for when there is nothing ventured, there is nothing gained. They have the capacity, and these words prove it."

 

*Mirtok finishes his speech to his comrades and dismisses them to go about their duties. As they all filter out, Mirtok holds the letter in his hands, smiling to himself from under his winged helmet . . .

 

"I've got time and I've faith."

Even this particular wood elf, who currently feels very oppressed under Haelun'or, would still take a high elf over a Teuton any day.

"There's no place for the cultist knights and their self proclaimed god-king in our future, free or no."

[MetaSolaray 242]

 

 

The E.T.H.I.C frowns beneath her helm as she reads through the message slowly, one armored finger running along the lines of text. Her icy eyes bore a new hole into the notice board and she quickly quells the wave of anger that roils through her. Anger is for the inferiors.

She leaves the Mali'ame district at a brisk pace and returns to Tahn'siol to write a report and another notice.

 

The sun is setting above Lin'ame once she returns. It casts a brilliant maelstrom of colors across the market place, turning the dreary plazza into an almost festive location. But the E.T.H.I.C pays it no mind. She marches back to the largest noticeboard and pins a thick piece of parchment upon it.

 

 

"All Mali found supporting this decision will be taken in for interrogation and/or termination. The rebellious author, O. Sylvanus Treemail is to be brought to Tahn'siol proper if discovered in the city. Any attempt to aid him will be met with interrogation and termination."

 

E.T.H.I.C

Evarir'thill Il'cruan

 

 

Having read the original statement with a bemused expression, the reply from the E.T.H.I.C. did not more then cause Meta's brow to lower in a seemingly sadden tone. Deep blue settled over the short note before turning away and speaking to none around him for personal concern. 

 

"How far have we fallen that when a polite and well written statement of differing opinion is met with instant threats. Are we not a culture of long life that is willing to listen and debate? To come together with respect to all life."

 

From that moment he glances around at the numerous stone that covered around him, a deeper sigh as he would move to step towards the nearby forests so far he must trek.

 

"How far must we leave our homes, our duties to the land? To worship the unnatural realm that gave us birth?"

[Mithradites 1168]

Having listened to another elf discuss the contents of the letter, Lucion answers coolly.

 

"The Mali'aheral threaten only when threatened. Otherwise, we care little for the actions beyond our walls and lands, save for the the obligations of political alignment. As for any such business regarding the 'archaic' nature of the maehr'sae hiylun'ehya, I would point to the society that has thrived, and then to that which has fallen."

[racingbrother 226]

The Arum Druid seats himself in his desk, sparking a match, then drawing it to the wick of a candle. He unfolds a parchment of paper he found floating about the streets of Kal'Akron. His eyes glaze over the paper, agreeing with every word that lies within the letter. He sits back in his chair, lazily sprawling his legs underneath the desk and pressing his back to the chair. He raises his fingertip to his lips and begins to mutter...

 

"A single druid grows a tree on the outer bounds of the Elven city and before I know it, my ancient way of life and the whole Mali race erupts in chaos... what has my world come to?"

 

He pinches out the tiny flame and his whole room grows dark and his whole room grows cold.

[Narthok 10416]

Gabriel begins to indoctrinate the new generation of snow elf children into the Kalenz youth, they march around Tahn'siol spouting racism while bearing tee-shirts emblazoned with the face of the Elven Emperor. On their arms are little cyan arm bands with a snow flake symbol.

[Rig 17581]

Tyrancy is felt with through cooperation and patience until you are delivered from control by outsiders at a brilliant time, what occurs occurs, and fate predestines itself as actions appear clear. Long live the mali. war is not our way.

[!] The note is unsigned, merely hangs there.. well written with fancy style. [/!]