A Note To All Mali.

[BnA 25]

A note is posted right outside the gate of Anni'sul.

 

 

Dear, my fellow Mali,

distinguish yourselves as more than you are told to be.

The Silver counsel has comited many unjustified murders, not only to criminals, but to any whom they deem 'impure'. Purity seems to be judged by a persons physical appearance than their actions. Though, I have done things in the Silver District, I believe nothing but death should be answered with death. No one is should be born into purity, my llir, they must make themselves pure. The Silver counsel has done the opposite and gave a bad name for all Aheral, such as myself. I have the same blood, yet I am different. 

May they learn from their cruel ways, and actually learn to be happy with what Malin has given:

 

Mercy on their lives.

 

 

-Alpnorean, the mixed elf.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"Well the first step towards a better elven state would be spelling 'Council' right." Art deadpans, before wandering off.

[Overland 349]

  Andria Ith'ael sighs, before pinning a simple piece of paper below the note. The writing appears to have been rushed.

 

"Impurity is a crime in the eyes of the Silver Enclave of Haelun'or..."

[Demotheus 651]

  Andria Ith'ael sighs, before pinning a simple piece of paper below the note. The writing appears to have been rushed.

 

"Impurity is a crime in the eyes of the Silver Enclave of Haelun'or..."

 

A short hooded dark elf sighs, and puts a note below this note.

 

"The Silver Enclave of High-off-their-asses Elves are a bunch of inbred morons.

 

For the most part."

[Maliewyn'divu 21]

Taliyu'thilln receives a copy of this note in the infirmary where he is bedridden and scoffs, "If you are an impure, you must learn to stay away from the Silver Council, it is as simple as that."

[Supah 334]

"It really isn't that hard to keep yourself from the Silver Council if you're 'impure'. Just don't tell a soul or hint in the slightest. If you can hide your psychical traits. They don't actively hunt 'impure'. The 'impure' are just idiotic enough to waltz up to the Mali'aheral spouting about being partial Aheral blood. It's really quite like a nimble mouse coming straight up to the lazy fat cat and complaining about getting eaten."

[Readicti 902]

Yaehahn frowns down at the note she finds in Haelun'or. "...What impure is trying to make a change this time? It's not that hard to just stay quiet about who you are and go about your life. I do it just fine." She mumbles to herself, simply shrugging and wandering away.

[Stag 3230]

"It really isn't that hard to keep yourself from the Silver Council if you're 'impure'. Just don't tell a soul or hint in the slightest. If you can hide your psychical traits. They don't actively hunt 'impure'. The 'impure' are just idiotic enough to waltz up to the Mali'aheral spouting about being partial Aheral blood. It's really quite like a nimble mouse coming straight up to the lazy fat cat and complaining about getting eaten."

 

"This. We don't hunt impures unless they make themselves a nuisance. Coming to us and declaring your impurity is a smack in the face. Though without Kalenz here it is more likely that you will get kicked out instead of dissolved in acid." Iat nods firmly.

[spawnfan55 5]

Bodakk wanders about the city noticing the note and reads it out of curiosity stating "Albaiz confuze miz und interezt miz, ayt leezt dey goyt uh brayn...." and while he says this he wonders why typed into this chat.

[Mizziyrnn 2]

"Impurity, onyx or silver, is a disease of the mind that breeds anarchism, murders, and grammatical errors. The only treatment for this disease is, unfortunately, death. If the great minds of our people can find a better panacea for this plague, we must take it. However, the data does not show much of an alternative."

 

Mizziyrns says aloud to his friend as they both look over the note.

[Demotheus 651]

"Impurity, onyx or silver, is a disease of the mind that breeds anarchism, murders, and grammatical errors. The only treatment for this disease is, unfortunately, death. If the great minds of our people can find a better panacea for this plague, we must take it. However, the data does not show much of an alternative."

 

Mizziyrns says aloud to his friend as they both look over the note.

 

Scylla coughs behind them. "Ahem. You are both complete imbeciles. Murder is violence, a form of violence your kind all too gladly takes to when they feel their precious purity and special brand of insanity is threatened or questioned. Impurity is not a disease. It is not a condition. It is a mix of blood. Blood does not define who someone is and how they act, the things they do and how they were raised and the conditions they grew up in do. I'm quite short, so from this angle I might be able to assist you in removing your head from your own ass. Would you like me to?" She grins.

[Lita 677]

Resmira eyes Scylla with a glare of disgust, shaking her head,

"It is not for one div'thilln to question the ways of the thillnan. Your vulgar mouth is a clear example of exactly why we maintain our strict standards for purity. If you are really so dense as to believe that biological lineage has zero effect on personality, I would highly recommend speaking to the bortuan who reared you, aeloemii."

[Demotheus 651]

 

Resmira eyes Scylla with a glare of disgust, shaking her head,

"It is not for one div'thilln to question the ways of the thillnan. Your vulgar mouth is a clear example of exactly why we maintain our strict standards for purity. If you are really so dense as to believe that biological lineage has zero effect on personality, I would highly recommend speaking to the bortuan who reared you, aeloemii."

 

 

Scylla yawns at her words. "You inflate your words with so many syllables and make yourself boring just to try vainly to make yourself sound even /kind of/ smart. Please, bury your face in the rear of the closest and largest cow. I assure you, you will find yourself most at home there."

[Lima 774]

 

Resmira eyes Scylla with a glare of disgust, shaking her head,

"It is not for one div'thilln to question the ways of the thillnan. Your vulgar mouth is a clear example of exactly why we maintain our strict standards for purity. If you are really so dense as to believe that biological lineage has zero effect on personality, I would highly recommend speaking to the bortuan who reared you, aeloemii."

 

 

Lori stares at her fuming.

"Did ye' realleh jus' relate tha' lil' shet te' meh?"

"DU YE' WANT AH WAR?! ITS ONE THING TO STEAL AN ANVIL, ANOTHER TE' EVER SAY SHEHS LAIK US."

[Demotheus 651]

 

Lori stares at her fuming.

"Did ye' realleh jus' relate tha' lil' shet te' meh?"

"DU YE' WANT AH WAR?! ITS ONE THING TO STEAL AN ANVIL, ANOTHER TE' EVER SAY SHEHS LAIK US."

 

 

"I'm part dwarf...soooo..." Scylla backs away, giggling.