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Two candidates enter a room. One supported by Elsohaer, the other despised. Only one exits.

 

Curiously, but one short elven day ago the Sohaer did approach me— stating his conscern regarding if Suliin'thill was elected. Stating that he feared for the stability of Haelun'or if anyone other than Elwyn was elected— noting he felt that she would lose the election if I did not sway Elibar'acal to vote for his chosen Okarir.

 

But days later, without action on my part, Suliin'thill is dead and the only one who could question his narrative is so conveniently a criminal to the state.

 

It is only the guilty who hide the words of the accused with steel and blood.

 

Elsohaer has slaughtered his opposition. Disregarded the election of the Okarir'tir. And perhaps most grave of all, has recreated the vile Orrarir, a group so dedicated to their attempts to subvert the democracy of Haelun'or they attempted to starve and slaughter the Children of Silver.

 

And now I sit far from Haelun'or proper, penning this quaint note, knowing that if I did dare return I too would be met not with trial but slaughter as Suliin'thill was so met with.

 

Elsohaer has much to answer for.

 

— Elibar'acal

 

 

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Irhamir sighs.

 

"Will they ever stop?"

 

He mumbles in a rushed tones.

 

"Will they ever apply logic to a situation?"

 

His fingers tap against the table he is sitting down at, pebbles strewn about him in a curious manner.

 

"In this realm solving issues appears to only cause more issues."

 

He frowns, his fingers continuing to tap against the table as a small pebble is raised into the air, his neck twitching as the pebble is sent flying at the ceiling.

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Abrack hatefully stares at the wall, ridden with sorrow for his lost cousin. He sharpens his bastard sword against a whetstone.

"They will pay for this, I will make them pay for the sins they've dealt towards my family for our views..." he would murmur hatefully, before rising and moving to speak to his twin sister and brother. 

 

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With a look of sheer disbelief, Karinah stands by her brother Aiken as Abrack makes his way towards them. For some time the silence between the three was vast and uneasy, before she spoke softly.

 

"This is how they treat mali'thill? With blade and threats?"

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With a look of sheer disbelief, Karinah stands by her brother Aiken as Abrack makes his way towards them. For some time the silence between the three was vast and uneasy, before she spoke softly.

 

"This is how they treat mali'thill? With blade and threats?"

"They are animals, they don't follow the pure way." Abrack declares, clearing his throat. "They do naught but lie and scheme in their petty little silver cihi." 

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"I pray you not disregard the just and the good for the actions of the wicked few." Cyrus says with his hands folded behind his back. "This is assuming, of course, that 'the wicked' person's actions are unjustified."

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

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