A Newcomer's Words

[Baconthief 682]

(That's not khel, it's my new toon)

A fresh face stands among-st the hallow's main place of gathering, a common place for rants and speeches. The newcomer walks to the very center of the chamber and takes a single long inhale to calm his nerves.

 

"Friends"

 

He motions for the attention of those about him. Before continuing he ensures that only children of onyx stand about him.

 

"I do despise the faeries, High Elves, as much as any of our kin. They're ugly and grotesque, incapable of cooperation, blindly arrogant and conceited.Their very origin is due to an unnatural malformation. If there is any stain on the true bloodline of elves, it's the mali'aheral for tainting theirs in the arcane fountain to begin with. Yes, there are some who have shown true compassion, rationalism, and decency. We all know them to be few in number though, thus I do not speak of their counter-culture"

 

"These traits are due to a culture founded on animosity. Of course they are are not alone. Too many of our kin outside these halls are blinded by passion. It drives them into madness, to commit the most heinous of murders, and stirs a willingness to walk alongside evil. We know powerful passion aswell, you cannot deny it. It was brought to us when kind words to a faerie were met with insult and hostility, when we were struck as children for comparing them to wood elves. When even the most benevolent in their culture claim we are "lesser elves" . Yet it is the path of true sons and daughters of Onyx to never act them. To do so will sow more unending chaos and death"

 

Mizziyrn takes a long pauses, allowing words to sink, before continuing. His eyes scan the crowd as well, ensuring no bronze skin stands about

 

"Our friends the bronze elves know this too. The difference between us and them,is they have not yet learned the costs of acting on Passion. We have learned from century of error. . ."

 

"Friends, I know many of us would eagerly aid our bronze friends on the surface. We may think it's well justified, and at times it /will/ be justified. Yet stand steadfast and do not join in the fray with our comrades, for we are not the barbaric mali'ker that dwell outside this hallow.  Aid the bronze in only establishing a new nation, not the division of elves. We know this battle between tarnished silver and brilliant bronze is trivial compared to what waits for us outside out city. The evil that we must do battle with.

 

"Sharpen your blades, not for High Elf flesh, but for the legions of Iblees. Hatred is his greatest tool, which he has now begun to sow among the elves. We must not give in to emotions that we cannot deny we have, for that is the path of the true children of Onyx. We cannot enact the will of the evil one"

[Glyc 234]

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