A State Of Martial Law

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

A notice is prominently posted upon the notice board within the main square.

 

 

Citizens and friends of Haelun'or,

 

Sohaer Iatrilemar Elervathar has been discovered within the laboratories of the district of Tahn'siol, encased in unnatural crystals. Whether he is alive or dead within is unknown, however we are forced to anticipate the worst, while hoping for the best.

 

It is due to these questionable circumstances as well as circumstances leading up to what is possibly the assassination of the Sohaer, that a state of Martial Law shall be declared.

 

Annilir Phaedrus Lle'hileia of the Elberu'cinhir shall take the position of temporary head of state while new elections are called for and an investigation is conducted.

 

Any nominees for the position of Sohaer will also be required to forfeit any concept of privacy as well, in order to ensure that their pursuit for the position is not in correlation with the Sohaer's convenient state of being.

 

Bronze shall stand bold while Silver lies dormant, worry not, the safety of the state shall be maintained.

 

-Phaedrus Lle'hileia, Annilir of the Elberu'cinhir

[Sky 0]

"Perhaps this was the plan all along." Syrin ponders softly in the safety of his location.

[Moot 1719]

An announcement would be given on behalf of the Silver Counil.

"The anniler is not in a position to declare martial law, as it would be a rebellious act and be grounds for exile. The okarir'tir is the only one who can call martial law, aside from the Sohaer. Please refrain from such knee-jerk reactions, and act in a way which doesn't seem so chaotic and inflammatory. Any such claims stating martial law should be ignored. Maehr'sae hiylun'ehya,

 

-Kalameet Izalith"

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

The Okarir'tir leads a dissolved chapter of guards that continues to operate without any formal protocol.

 

The state shall be maintained by those fit to maintain it. Insinuating rebellion and ignoring this declaration shall lead to consequences.

[Aelu / Rel (Combustionary) 1540]

"Could it be?"

 

A man clad in red muses, holding a folded up letter detailing the notice.

 

"Perhaps this particular elven nation is finally falling apart. It would be nice to see what replaces it. Perhaps I'll be able to see my kin again."

 

He mumbles, to nobody in particular. He smiles, a faint grin creeping across his face.

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

A note is pinned to the gates

 

"Choke tuu def, hitwiggiez.

 

Led d' last fuehrer bi flat.

 

Eat zhid,

Rap'Lur"

[HappyShackles 886]

A notice arrives for the hierarchy of Haelun'or, and the citizens.

 

The Rex of Krugmar, Reksam'Kog, recognizes Phaedrus Lle'hileia as the head of state of Haelun'or. Any attempts to usurp his authority will result in the Warnation's direct assistance to Phaedrus Lle'hileia, in any way he requests.

 

The Warnation declares a formal alliance with the Silver Enclave of Haelun'or under Phaedrus Lle'hileia, on the grounds of Phaedrus Lle'hileia's blood-pact with Rex Reksam'Kog.

 

Glory to Malin, brother of Krug. Glory to Phaedrus, brother of Reksam.

 

 

[Samson Option 9652]

Durandir Thill'onn looked with intrigue from his cell, the High Elf poet having practiced asceticism in exile from Hae'lunor due to fear that he would be persecuted for supposedly religious intrigue. He ecstatically recites the name Phaedrus Lle'hileia over and over.

 

 

Phaedrus Lle'hileia

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Art has mixed feelings about Phaedrus being in power, but mostly feels a grim satisfaction that mali'ame have finally risen from being cowardly meatshields to standing up for themselves.

[Imam Faiz Kharadeen 3167]

A formal letter is sent to the Haelun'or hierarchy and her citizens, stamped and sealed with a Aesterwaldian seal.

 

"The Konigreich of Aesterwald formally recognizes Phaedrus Lle'hileia as the head of state of Haelun'or. The Konigreich of Aesterwald also approves of marshal law within the nation of Haelun'or and her vassals, and shall provide aid to Phaedrus if need be to keep the peace within the lands, if requested. Those who attempt to usurp Phaedrus Lle'hileia's as the [temporary] head of state will result in the direct assistance of the Konigreich of Aesterwald and her vassals.

 

Signed by,

Lord Chancellor Faiz Kharadeen"

 

It is stamped with the kings approval.

[Aeus 2653]

*A letter arrives to Lin'ame*
 
"The Princedom of Fenn recognizes Annilir Phaedrus Lle'hileia as the head of Haelun'or. All who opose him will be dealt with. Any aid will be sent to them when needed."

 

-Grand Prince Zane Drakon.

[HardstyleRaver2 56]

Alakagh Uuthlini made a return from his elven days of training and arrived at the main square of Annil'sul. The notice on the board caught his attention, and he approached it, starting to read it. After he finished reading it, he was flustered and said to himself outloud, "What caused this to happen to him? Iblees?" Then, he started to read the other new notices on the board.

[Sky 0]

Syrin hears of the Princedom of Fenn's recognition of Phaedrus. 

 

"The joke is too easy."

[_pr0fit 3084]

Vykk Volaren raises his brow "aren't snow elves... High elves?"

[Baconthief 682]

Among the vast expanse of the realms of dead souls, a huddled group of mali'ker stand about in a circle. Their heads are slumped downwards towards the 'earth' at their feet. Their eyes do not wander nor do their mouths speak, or it would seem so. Among the circle stands a mali'ker with silvery hair and blacks eyes. His skin is covered with faded emblems and markings, once proudly tattooed on the flesh of the warrior. The mali'ker flinches, as if a powerful unseen force had struck him.

 

This catches the glances of the once unmoving mali'ker, who look at him earnestly for words. After a moment of thought, the ancestral spirit ooks up towards his father, grandfather, aged uncles and long dead cousins. In the lowest of tones, he speaks.

 

"My ambition, my dream, is being brandished by another"

 

He turns away from his descendants and stares of into the empty of the realm. After a short pause, the newcomer to the circle steps away. In the instant of departing, he finds himself in a dense forest filled with life. In the distance are the lands of elves, their tall towers just peaking over the canopy.

 

This ancestral spirit of a mali long dead once again walks about, searching for ears that may listen

 

((This is looking too juicy to ignore.))