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Thus it is decided. Thus it shall be.

 

By the will of the Silver Council of Haelun'or, it is now deemed illegal to be a member of the Raine Academy while they practice their vile and impure ways. It is therefore all who are found within, known to be affiliated or known students or professors of the college are to either renounce their ties to the college or face punishment under the Silver Law.

 

The punishment is liquefaction.

 

That is all, mali.

 

kaean'leh evareh,

 

Kalenz Uradir

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Haadi coughed on his pipe, fumbling with it pitifully before it had ultimately fallen. Grumbling, he bent over and retrieved it again, fidlling with it absently. "Well.. that escalated quickly.." He murmured, heading off to clear his ties with such establishment.

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Lucion scratches the bridge of his nose as he shakes his head.

 

"He will always retain his title as the least-subtle Mali'aheral in all the land. I should legislate a law that makes it illegal for him to write public notifications."

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Juliet shakes her head at declarations against a school built for knowledge and peace.

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"That was fast," says dark elf, reconsidering trying to live in the city.

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"..I did not expect that to happen so quickly." Asher mumbles quietly, rubbing his neck as he turns, heading off in his own direction once again.

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Ramza Mantisuku looks to the poster and shakes his head. "Seems like something I've helped create has had its named mudded...such a shame and a drag.. I guess I left at a good time..before times got even worst... it was made to be teach knowledge and serve peace... I do not know what has happened since my departure.. but I guess this is out of my hands.." he sighs putting his hands in his pocket leaving the city to return to his home.

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"Perhaps one should instead of threaten death and violence sit down and have peaceful talks. Are we not Mali, the kin that live hundreds of years? Why are we wasting elven lives on ideals of culture. Last I had check that was something of a religious affair."

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Looks at the poster and frowns. "Well the high elves have done it again! Good job everybody, real good work here!" he claps his hands loudly. 

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Pherak looks upon the notice, as he furrows his brows, the joint in his lips falling to the ground, mouth a gape..

 

"These High Elven folk are really smoking some major Uruk ass cactus... Or They're drinking some sort of Setherien piss..." he looks over his shoulder to the ghost next to him,"Shut up Grandma, I cannot be asked to bake you cookies right now.. I've got more important matters to attend to.." he looks to his left shoulder to another person who nay exists...
"Frank, not now... Can't you see the High Elves are talking out of their asses? It smells just as bad as your idea of shaving Baden's beard off..."

 

Pherak begins to walk, forgetting about his cactus joint as it starts a fire, soon to grow and envelop over the parchment of High Elven snot, Pherak looks back, frowning... "Damn High Elves... That was some good Green I was smoking, now the parchment has stolen it..." he stomps off in a heated temper tantrum.
 

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"With zeh gentleman who said 'zis escaladed quickly'... I agree," says Ciera, She sighs. The elves seemed like a rather violent bunch.

 

"Who? Huh? Raine? Whut?" Celia'ilum blinks a few times as she hears about this.

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"Do things our way! No? Prepare the acid pits. DIPLOMACY? WHAT'S THAT?!"

A former Raine-Academy visitor Adunian says, flailing his arms about in a frilly girly fashion, mimicing the Sohaer's daily demeanor.

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Edward plays with matches in the rose garden.

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Sylvestre shakes his head. "Raine's made too many enemies, " he states, bluntly. "They need to adapt or die. It's a simple law of life."

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