*~= Fracture =~*

[Stag 3234]

Pulsing stone and shuddering roof tops were felt in Annil'sul.

However something was different this time. The quakes felt

were furious, ripping apart parts of stone and collapsing 

supports.

 

Inside the Silver District a distinct cracking sound emanates

followed by the flurry of ear clenching explosion sounds. The

lab plumes with raw energy as the distinct tapping sound of feet 

can be heard slowly meandering forth.

 

Between the flurry of fantasia and quakes a figure steps into the light of the silver district courtyard.

His body covered in crystal which seems to be spreading along his body making movement

a feat.

 

 

His voice is soft, almost disembodied but his eyes pulse with a

knew found sense of knowledge, having darkened to a ominous

purple color.

 

"Many of you wonder why I sleep. Or what caused this to happen to me."

 

He clenches his fist as crystal continues to spread, helplessly beginning to 

recover his body.

 

"On the day this happened I was sent a vision. Perhaps from some

AengulDaemon. It showed me the might of Iblees. The one to crush us.

However this vision also showed to me the possible future actions of the children of

wood. Their corruption may sink farther than even that of some

dark necromancers. Blood for blood gives power to Iblees whether we like it or not.

As I stood looking upon this vision a shadow figure approached

me, thrusting a dagger towards my side and as if by some miracle I was shielded 

by this crystal that keeps me encased."

 

His feet have become firmly planted to the ground, the crystal around his

expanding outwards. Many onlookers plea to the Sohaer with recent tales of

the impending genocide.

 

"They work with Orcs, and yet no one has questioned them about their ties

to this Iblees. This destruction is what the Arch Daemon wants. They are

his tools and they don't even know it yet. Seal off the city, and protect

yourselves lliran. I do not know if we may ever trust the children of wood again.

They will attempt genocide even after my efforts to appease them.

This is the city of Silver but it need not be tarnished by crimson blood.

Do not be the next to be stabbed in the side by the dark lord's servant.

 

I am many things.

A fool at times. A hopeless romantic. But I am not a murderer or a

pawn of Iblees as these descendant races are so easily letting

themselves be. They objectify us as equals to Uradir without knowing us. I would have granted them peace but they want nothing but destruction.

 Protect the city but if all else fails we shall find peace 

in a different home. To bleed is to fuel the fire of Iblees. In this time we should work

together but the Uruk, Mali'ame and Bortu have other plans it seems."

 

Iatrilemar clenches up as the crystal spirals around him.

 

 

"I will return but my journey is not yet complete.

 

Silver... will... Endure..."

 

With that the Sohaer was once again gone. His keys having dropped to the 

ground and picked up by a Sillumir.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

You gave us no voice

You gave us no mobility

You gave us no rights

You gave us no respect

You gave us no security

You gave us no future

To those of us who committed the crime of being pale, you threw in acid.

To those of YOU who committed the crime of being dark of hair or eyes, you threw in acid.

[Lark 2227]

Salazar pokes his head out of wherever he has been residing and grumbles to no one in particular, "What about those who bastardized the mali'ahreal culture, who pushed the limits set for them. One might think that for a race that lives for so long eventually grow so impatient with a generation of fools and degenerates that they simply become so irritated that acid seems to be the best course? But you wouldn't dare think of that lest it actually cause you to think for once. Fools, Warmongers, and Lusters of blood, that is all this rebellion has shown many mali to be. While the mali'ahreal are not innocent, neither are the mali as a whole. Yet they try to hide behind their crimes of attempted genocide by claiming Iblees is behind it all. I'm sure he is, but not behind the mali'ahreal but behind the Bronze and Onyx."

[Glyc 234]

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