Ellomian'thilln

[spqrSancus 175]

And there in Petrus, an elf wearing robes of silver gray, haggard and gaunt for recent events, turns to pen and paper, writing out posters.

 

We have been splintered and fragmented, we have been scattered, and our own tools turned against us. Order has fallen, and for us, now, chaos reigns. There are none left to the city - those who remain are hunted as we speak. It would appear all is doomed. Elheial'thilln has gone into hiding, or has been slaughtered with the rest. Until such time as we may reorganize, it is the duty of every mali'aheral to ensure the survival of their race. And so I, Asul'athri Parir'taliyu, a scholar who had once taken every chance to avoid killing and death, must regretfully claim my rights as oem'mali'aheral who, until recently, resided in the Silver Walls, to found a chapter of elSillumiran.

 

For now, we are splinters. We are lost, and cannot find our way. Each day, one of our number falls to the blades of the Usurper, but we say no more. Until such time as we have all been pulled together and may put forth an effort towards reestablishment, be it here in Valah lands or again in isolation, we are Lomian'thilln; fragments of silver, scattered across the land.

 

For obvious reasons, we have no official uniform to distribute, and we cannot take the usual oaths and initiations of Sillumiran, but at this time, I believe such can be waived until we may gather up the remnants of our society.

 

For this is our duty - where once elSillumiran were to guard the Silver Walls, there are no more walls to guard. Where once we guarded the people, there are no people remaining to guard. And as such, our duty consists of the salvaging of what remains, of saving whomever we can and bringing them to the safety and refuge of Valah lands, and gathering all we survivors under one roof.

 

I bade you join us, mali'thilln. If you live, and if you see this, seek us out at Petrus and ask or look for Asul'athri Parir'taliyu.

 

I name us elLomian'thilln: The Fragments of Silver. I do not wish for death - I wish for our survival, at any costs. These are my sacrifices. Find us, or if you cannot, we will search for you. Send us your position by bird and we will go to seek you out. Stay hidden. Trust no lesser elf.

 

A multitude of posters are found throughout Valah lands, a couple in the Cloud Temple, more along the roads, and some, surprisingly, in the Silver District of Haelun'or. 

[spqrSancus 175]

[!] A new poster has replaced the old. It appears to be in a cipher, though it should be easy to crack.

 

S-LV-FRPSURPLVHG

 

Send for extraction via bird or courier.

 

[!] A sigil is here and seems to be in pieces. For those unfamiliar with it, it would simply seem an artistic print, but for those who are, it is the broken symbol of silver.

[Glyc 234]

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