The Mind and Its Challenge

[Supremacy 3361]

 

Taeleh stands in the centre of the Grand Citadel, turning to each elf before him. The crowd is thinner than he would desire, but such would have to suffice for a large din might summon undesired attendees— those who do praise the virtue of the blade above the maehr'sae hiylun'ehya.

 

None the less, the elf did stand, his eyes flicking once more over the Children of Silver who gathered.

"It is indisputable fact that this Grand State of Silver does cycle between extremes. Between Blessed Progressive thought and vile regression to demagogic tendencies and the pity of the lesser. Between war and peace... and perhaps most pertinent to Haelun'or's current predicament; between fear and reason. State ye' who know who stands before you?

 

Some in the crowd did reply, albeit not with vigour or passion;

 

"Taeleh Elibar'acal"

"This council which sits in their chambers, plotting the course of Blessed Haelun'or stands without leader. The Sohaer slain by unknown assailants. But with each passing second, the Silver evident in all mali'aheral grows more clear. The industrious Children of Larihei prepare themselves for the dawn of a new age, just as the last chapter of Laethis has drawn to an end. The time has come, dear mali'aheral, to find for ourselves as new Sohaer— by means of election as has been our way for centuries."

Taeleh pauses, clearing his throat, before continuing;

 

"Glance then to this council of ours. One which has expanded and prioritised the defence of our proud people— and yet one too who has stepped beyond protection and into the realm of fear.

"Larihei, kae'len cruan sulier, ay'kae vallumer'ehya"

"Elihnsil, Elberr, kina'ehya, laean kae wynne myumiereyae.

ay'nae'leh sirame k' taliiyhe, ay'elcihil k' cruare

il'iylkarim, mirueln thill'ehya ito kae'leh"

 

"Larihei, behold my pain, and weep for me

The spear, the bow and death, these bring me no joy

for your honor I bleed, for the city I suffer

with this day, I am silver and red"

 

Mali'aheral banished upon a whim and the stability of ages past thrown to ashes and replaced with only conformity out of fear. Does this reveal regret in the art of blade and bow? Does this reveal restraint in the protection of our kind with the cursed art of war? Nae, for our kind have slipped beyond our blessed Republican ways and into that of madness. The Elves of Silver must not be Silenced. The philosophies of Larihei must once again return to Blessed Haelun'or".

 

Taeleh pauses before stating plainly

"It is thus one nominates himself for the position of Sohaer."

 

ay'nae'leh sirame k' taliiyhe, ay'elcihil k' cruare

Edited September 4, 2015 by Supremacy

[Endovelicus 614]

Lucius Visaj nods in approval.

[Wendigo 786]

After Taeleh's speech Riondil's mouth would be agape, he'd close it quickly with a click looking around hurriedly to make sure no one saw him. He'd shake his head turning from the familiar figure not in vision, but in speech mumbling to himself "No it can't be..." Those close to him would look at Riondil, giving him a wide berth as he continues to mumble his way through the crowd.

Edited September 4, 2015 by Wendigo

[The Lion 736]

[!] Taeleh Elibar'acal, you are a wanted criminal waiting to be processed for a trial due to several counts of conspiracy to disrupt the State. How can we trust you when you're not even allowed into the city? We cannot. Though, I am glad you chose not to be a coward behind a nameless letter this time. You may nominate yourself when you're right in the light of the law. Without the approval of Silver Law, you are a worthless candidate. Submit to your trial or cease your subversive ways while we search for our Dear Leader whom I may say is not officially declared dead in any way. Shame on you for so hastily assuming the worst in these trying times. SLMR, apprehend that criminal.

maehr'sae hiylun'ehya.

Ikur, the law will be lenient with you. Please come home.

[!] Taeleh is left outside the gates where he exists as an outskirt rat with the orcs. Father never returns to hear the retort of the rambling madman. [!]

[Jlyoko 97]

Allona jumps into motion as she is ordered to arrest Taeleh. She goes in to arrest him.

[Rebbie11 14]

*Dearon follows behind Allona and shuffles to the side of Taeleh in an attempt to keep him from fleeing.

[GDPR 014 48]

A cloaked figure follows suit, hood shadowing over its helm, though it let a gold mark permeate the hood,

"Justice shall fall upon the criminal."

 

[VL 298]

A whisper goes around.

 

ay'Larihei'leh sirame k' taliihye, ay'elcihi k' cruare.

[Stag 3234]

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