Gather, Mali'aheral.

[Dohvi 622]

Messenger birds are dispersed into the sky, carrying out letters to Mali'aheral of Haelun'or.

 

Mali'aheral of Athera.

 

You may know me as Delonna Aeléyèlsa, however for the sake of this message I am The Architect.

 

Cities have been raised out of the stone at my will, and in our time of need I have created a new home for those who hold true.

 

Waste not Aheral blood fighting over a city whose guiding light has already been corrupted by Bronze puppets, with strings pulled by Uruk and Bortu.

 

The Betrayer himself has been released upon our world, and I say that if Bronze is willing to do the Betrayer's work in order to claim a city it could not build for itself, then so be it. Let Bronze have it. The stones of Annil'sul are already stained by the treachery of those we offered refuge to.

 

Do not be disheartened though, for it is the very people who point their rage at us that are responsible for releasing the Betrayer upon Athera. They seek a scapegoat, but it will not change what they have done.

 

Do not fight. Instead, know that a new home awaits you. All you must do is seek it.

 

Wood will burn.

Stone will crumble.

Crops will wither,

and Bronze will be devoured by those it aligns itself with.

Darkness will consume those who long for war.

But silver will endure.

 

Maehr'sae hiylun'ehya.

 

 

((OOC: I wrote this before the warclaim time, but then fell asleep. Might have made a little more sense then. Grr timezones grr.))

[Maliewyn'divu 21]

Maliewyn'divu studies the note and sends back his reply, "I will gather those I can to seek out our new cihi. May silver shine bright no matter the circumstances. lye perith kathiran."

[ToenailTickler 290]

Tarrum Starbreaker thinks to himself "W'at e'er citeh te Elf folk make is gonna beh raized until t'ey submit..."

[Elron Tal'ame 2]

After hearding rumors about the Mali'aheral's calling, Elron thinks: "I hope that the Silver sends me a letter"

[Sky 0]

"I can't find it!" Shouts Syrin to a stranger nearby whom likely has no idea why they're being shouted at.

[Sentlit 108]

Cyrus, being the stranger that Syrin shouts at, furrows his eyebrows at the sudden outburst. "Everyone's gone mad these days!" he mutters to himself.

[spqrSancus 175]

"I can't find it!" Shouts Syrin to a stranger nearby whom likely has no idea why they're being shouted at.

 

[!] Syrin might find a poster entitled elLomian'thilln along the road. Might be a good idea to read it...

[Glyc 234]

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