The Ideal of Fairness

[ski_king3 0]

A hired courier arrives in Fi'ceru, carrying a number of identical letters. He stands at the center of the settlement, reading its contents aloud before publicly distributing copies to those desiring them.

 

 

Citizens of Haelun'or,

 

Before I begin in full, allow me to be clear. This missive is not meant to voice a defense for the crime I am accused of. This missive is not meant to pave my way back into the politics of Haelun'or. This missive is not meant to elevate one faction over another. Instead, I simply seek to explain my actions, and hope that no matter what you think of me, you will understand my concern.

 

In my short time as Tilruir'mali, I will not pretend that I accomplished much. Though in part I will blame the Ellir Reform and its inherent inefficiencies for a portion of this, only so much of the blame can be placed upon a simple set of laws. Yet there is one accomplishment which I believe I maintained throughout my short tenure: the accomplishment of fairness. I will not pretend that I am fond of the Golden Owls, Taeleh Elibar'acal, Fi'ceru, or any other association you might find in that grouping. Yet I did not allow my dislike affect my governance of Haelun'or.

 

When Taeleh Elibar'acal made a diplomatic mission to the uruks, there were those who encouraged me to put him on trial for his actions. Yet I knew this action to be too harsh despite my desire, and that the proper course was to make clear his actions were unacceptable. When the Golden Owls repeatedly disrespected or disobeyed the Sillumir and Tilruir'tir, there were those who encouraged me to disband the Order. Though I would have liked to, I believed the situation salvageable, and sought to instead try and work with the external military order. After countless reports of disrespect for our ways and the maehr'sae hiylun'ehya by the denizens of Fi'ceru, there were those who encouraged me to mandate the township's destruction and resettlement of its population. There were countless voices who believed this the best course, including several Tilruiran, yet I knew that a dislike for the settlement should not mean its damnation.

 

Some will say that my actions were wrought with bias, corruption and tyranny, and many who hear this will genuinely believe it despite my words. And perhaps you are right and I am wrong, for it is infinitely difficult to see yourself as others see you. If this is the case, I ask you to utilize your skepticism once more and examine the actions of several current officials.

 

The day after a new Tilruir'tir is elected, it is made apparent that much of the current Council was not elected according to the Ellir reform's standards, lauded by several of the current Councilors. Yet rather than accept this, defend the work they've done and hold elections, they speak harshly of the elf, using our shared last name as a means to discredit her. Should a Tilruir'tir not be lauded for fulfilling their role diligently, even if one disagrees with whether or not the action is right.

 

Or let us look toward the condemnation of my flight as proof of my guilt. Of course fleeing from trial makes one suspect, but am I wrong in saying that the Tilruir'mali has done precisely the same? Though he will claim it is a result of my public execution of Suliin'thill, done without a trial, I have been told that several of these have occurred since his ascendance to his position. And is it not worrisome that the elf who pushed the Ellir reform forward because of my apparently unilateral actions and tyrannical behavior now scoffs at accusations of cordoning governance to but a portion of a Council of equals? Would it not be more fitting to respond with an attempt at transparency and a commitment to further inclusion in the affairs of Haelun'or?

 

This unfairness is why I fled. Accused of a crime and temporarily suspended from my duties pending a trial, I came forward and rebutted the Maheral. After this occurred, I was not simply disagreed with. My position was fully stripped, granted to a challenger without election before my trial was even scheduled. It was apparent that the law would not determine my fate, but instead the biases of those who now held power. And because of this, I fled.

 

Whether or not you believe my lack of guilt, or approve of my actions, this does not matter. I simply hope you understand why I fear. I see several who have accused me of a great many transgressions now acting in every manner I supposedly transgressed. Is this not wrong?

 

Haelun'or was once free of such politicking. When you cast your votes, citizens of Haelun'or, I hope you will elect those who are fair and free from the hypocrisy that is so readily apparently.

 

Distant Regards,

Laethis Izalith the Tyrant

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpYeekQkAdc

((literally just one line in the chorus is relevant, but yolo cuz it's a good song))

[Bloodnight 170]

((good writing +1

[Caelria 2619]

Kelthran took a stand beside the Elven courier, asking that the Elf pen his words as he spoke.

 

"The Tilurir'lliran of The Silver Council of Haelun'or stands now to address the claims and complaints of Laethis of House Izalith; former Sohaer of Haelun'or, former Tilurir'mali of Haelun'or, and known fugitive."

 

He uttered, straitening his back as he looked to the crowd of confused citizens holding flyers from the nondescript Elven courier. His voice ricocheted from the inn to the forge, carrying along the bay winds and into the ears of those who so deigned to listen.

 

"I would like to preface this response with a message directly to Laethis Izalith: Come back to us. Come home to your people, and to your family. Renounce your impure ways, and submit yourself for re-education. A member of our blessed race should not scrounge out a living in the forests of the Mali'ame, surviving on roots and berries while they are hunted by their own brothers and sisters. The Laethis that I supported, the leader of Haelun'or and the man responsible for an age of progress not seen since the Sullasian era, would not approve of the corruption you've sold yourself to. He would not dare allow a man he respected, a man he called an ally, to give himself willingly as a fjarriagua's pawn. The cold may have enveloped your heart, old friend, but your mind still remains - know that we will accept you once more as a child of silver. You are only our enemy so long as you choose to be.

 

In regards to your message of fairness, and unabashed boasting in regards to its maintenance during your reign as Tilurir'mali, I say this; it is easy to deem all of one's actions fair when one has not made any actions at all. In fact, every one of your examples in regards to your lack of bias are centered around your decision to do nothing whatsoever. As for your claims that you do not see yourself as biased, corrupt, or tyrannical, I ask that we return to the day of Sulin'thill's death. A crowd had gathered, and upon the stage he was thrown down at your feet and impaled upon the end of a ferrum blade. The councilor was neither cremated or buried, instead slaughtered as we do our livestock and left to rot - undignified and alone. His death was all but forgotten soon after; with any attempt at bringing it forward by the dissatisfied Mali'aheral of Haelun'or being laughed away like the stories of children. That is the bias, the corruption, the tyranny, and the violence that the Mali'aheral remember, and the reason those words are attributed to your name.

 

The Silver Council of Haelun'or, an organization including Elwyn Izalith, spoke no words of anger in response to her attempt to destabilize Fi'ceru - as suspicious as it may have been that an Izalith returned to Haelun'or and, not one Elven week later, sought to dismantle The Silver Council of Haelun'or by removing all members in any way responsible for your fugitive status. Nor do we hold any ill will towards her now. What many of the Mali'aheral of Fi'ceru, councilors or otherwise, will say, however, is this: Is it not strange that after her arrival and her failed attack on our council that Laethis, a man who has not written or visited with Haelun'or in over a decade, chooses now to send a letter to both once more attempt to incriminate us, and also to defend Elwyn's stance? Agreement with Laethis is no crime, but to plot with a known enemy of Fi'ceru, and fugitive of Haelun'or as the very individual tasked with upholding our laws is unacceptable - should it be the case."

 

Kelthran idly shook his head, bringing a thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose - pinching it gently.

 

"The reason you fled the trial matters little but, for the sake of transparency, will be responded to all the same. Fleeing from a trial does not make you suspect. Fleeing from a trial is, in and of itself, a crime - and is the reason you are deemed a fugitive. I know for a fact that your wife is a fjarriagua, a frost witch, as it was admitted to me by the both of you when their coven still roamed freely within the halls of The Citadel. Were it up to me, your trial would consist of the simple process of testing her and - when the results were conclusive; the destruction the creature addled with dark magic and sustained on the flesh of men that currently holds you as its thrall, along-side your re-education.

 

Neither I nor The Silver Council of Haelun'or transgress in the manner of which you are accused. We bear no fjarriagua lovers, nor do we willingly submit ourselves to the will of dark magi. We flee no trials, and have murdered no councilors. I bid you come to Fi'ceru and speak with us directly when next you wish to air complaints. To attack from behind a paid courier in fear of one's trial is the way of a craven, and unbefitting of a Mali'aheral."

[Elvrohir Aureon 210]

Elvrohir munches on a root, taking a swig of berry juice as he listens to a report of Kelthrans reply.

 

"What the ****."

"I'm feeling very attacked right now."

[ski_king3 0]

The courier glances up at the Tilruir. "Aye, he told me ye'd likely speak about that. Said if ye did, to ask how the one who stabbed Suliin'thill can blame him for it. Said to call you Okar, or somethin' like that."

 

He shrugs, clearly not grasping the significance of such a claim, continuing. "He also said to say he seeks to return and stand trial, but only when it's clear it'll be one of evidence n' proof, not biased horse ****.. well, I don't think he said it exactly like that, but ye get the point." The man shrugs once more. "If ye want this lad to return to ye as you say, then you've got a path to it I suppose."

 

The man stays around, in case there is something to relay to the one who paid him.

 

((phone means shitty not formatted post don't hate me))

[Areon 947]

Viktoriya Johanessovna Vladovic chills somewhere out in the world, the snow around her melting slowly due to the salt of the ocean air as she lays back on the ground, resting tiredly from a long year of not killing a single person.

 

As she reflects back on all of the evil and dark spooky magic she has done over the years she frowns, remembering the time she killed the undead creature that attempted to prey on her, but no other.She shrugs, sprawling out on the grass as she debates her new life, perhaps opening a business or quarry to supply the lands with Granite, Thanhium, and Salt.

[KorusPrime 130]

Lyu, listening to the whole exchange, gasps slightly and hurries off. 

[trinn 5146]

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