We Bow to No King but Malin

[Supremacy 3361]

 

 

 

We Bow to No King but Malin

 

It is said in the days of old that the elves had one True King. One True King who did birth our race. One True King who did guide us on our path. And one True King who so wandered off once his time was complete. And when he left, the elves of lands long lost and passed did so decree: that he, the True King would remain. That he, no matter his wanderings— no matter his absence from the great forests of the elves— would so remain he who they followed with most reverence. Whose ways would be held up as a guiding torch for generations upon generations— until the last elf did breathe their final breath.

 

There is no King of Elves but Malin.

 

Do you not wonder, elves, why the Emerald State of Malinor had no King but a High Prince? Do you not wonder, elves, why Haelun’or does deem its ruler Sohaer? Do you not wonder, elves, why the dominion named their leader Justicar? It is for but one reason. One reason which has been defied— defied by an elf who tramples on the ways of our kind. An elf who believes that he might anoint himself with greater respect than Malin?

 

 

We Serve no King but Malin..

 

It is this elf, so named Tristin Treasery— son of he who did attempt to exterminate our very race— who has so stooped to a level most low and detestable. It is this elf, unable to unite his race as Malin did— unable to maintain the Peace of Elven Kind due to his craven and wild ways— who so claims to be the great Uniter which Malin was. And yet— his kingdom sits in disarray. The elves of Ashen skin have all but vanished from his lands— fleeing far away to those who call themselves “Warhawke”. The elves of the trees faring little better— but a shadow of their potential many years ago. And the elves of Silver, so enraged by his acts which did little more than split their Silver Seed in two— have so rejected him. Deemed him little more than a pretender to the true name of Malin.

 

 

We Bow to no King but Malin.

 

Across the world, far past the realm of the False King, and his Imperial Masters, over the Narrow Sea— lie the lands of those who stand in defiance. The Warhawke unite, scrambling across the continent— seeking a place to forge a new home, outside of the oppressive domain of the False King. The mali’aheral stand, their bright steel blades held high— as they so prepare to defend their home— and purge the lair of the False King and his most scornable defenders.

 

The writing lies upon the wall, free elves of the realm. The Dominion of Treasery has come to a close and his reign over elf kind— but a blink of an eye in the mind of an elf— has collapsed to all but smoke and broken promises.

— A True Son of Malin

 

 

 

[Your Favorite Impure 736]

"Definitely didn't see this propaganda coming," Aenor drawls out, voice laced with sacrasm before he gives a disinterested shrug and continues on with his business. 

[El Ricktador 1394]

"No elven kings," Ereinion says to himself by the campfire. "No emperors."

[DustyDune 241]

Imin Glaeus, relaxes into a birch wicker chair as he reads this intricately made flyer lofting his brow slightly as his interest is piqued many times over "It is odd that we have a golden rule not to call any elf KING, yet we call Tristin Tresury one." He'd remark to himself, slouching further into his chair nodding "The age of false titles and false dominance is over it seems." He says chuckling to himself  "May the elves move ever forward." Would lay the flyer on his quartz and stone made table, while sipping lemon aid on the warm high elven beaches of Haelun'or "Can't wait to see the look on Damai's face when he catches wind of this..." Smirks looking towards the sun

 

                                         

[HappyShackles 886]

Nyseia rubs his head at the proclamation,

 

"Are they purposefully seeking extermination- Again?"

[Tsuyose 3285]

 A lone elf drawled a tone unheard, her elderly visage dawning the truth to her ancient, primordial age with her arid lips tugged up into a rough, sly grin.

 

"There is no King but Malin."

[Calioos 91]

Cal would down a drink before going on with the topic at hand. "I should've put a wage on this happening... Could've been as rich as some of those fancy merchants." The one eyed elf simply shrugs, before offering a hearty chuckle to all those in the bar. "Maybe next time, eh lads?"

[Drop Koala 332]

Damai say this propoganda "Mali'aheral, I doubt Malin would have wanted you to seperate from your kin. Your race.

[LatzMomo 2088]

Robbie accepts a paper of propaganda from his old friend and caretaker Thomas, he carefully reads it over, giving painful chuckles every few moments. "I've got mixed feelings about this."

 

 Robbie, leans up from his bed, groaning and clutching his chest. "First of all, there is a king of the Elves, and you did bow to him, second of all, you just don't like Oren, or the Mali'ame, that's why you've joined our 'Rebel Alliance' which is fair enough, you could have just said that instead of making up utter bullshit, because let's face it, that's reasonable enough."

 

Robbie looks over at his old friend Thomas, chuckling, then winces, hissing in pain. "This whole thing is bullshit, wouldn't you say?" 

 

Robbie leans against his pillow giving another labored chuckle. "At least I can still see through the bullshit." Robbie sticks out his pierced tongue defiantly after, then lays back down tossing the paper onto the carpeted floor.

@Narthok

[Nekkore 641]

"Huh... Seems the stubborness has raised once again for the Aheral... How many more of them have to die to history and only learn later... And then repeat the cycle again?"

 

The small ame huffs as she wanders off.

[winterblood 11181]

Nemir rolls her eyes.

[Mosue 70]

Eraynion sat around the campfire, playing on his bongos.
 

 

 

"No kings, only Malin," he'd mutter.

[Taketheshot 3834]

*Takes Jans bowl of cereal away from the table at the mess hall "DOWN WITH THE DUKE!!!!" Walter yells before being told to sit down and that hes acting like a child. Much like all these "rebels" Walter thinks.

[Elvrohir Aureon 210]

Elvrohir, hearing this, is thoroughly disgusted. He turns to one of his Halers. 

First time I've ever seen the Mali'aheral even MENTION Malin's name. Now they dare use him as a literary prop to divide us even further? Of course once Malin returns, his rule over elf-kind would be unidisputed, but in the mean time the position must exist so that we may govern ourselves.

 

If the Mali'aheral truly gave a damn about our Eternal King, they would not have shattered the unity of the Dominion of Malin. But of course, if a Mali'aheral were our leader, they would sit contently and call him a King till their tongues fell out. 

 

If this entire speech was given just because they do not like the WORD King, then I am yet again surprised by the childishness of Haelun'or.

 

There is no King but Malin. But you High Elves do not love him, and have never served him.

 

 

 

How will you bow to him when you do not know humilty. 

 

 

~Spoken by a True Son of Malin, not only when convenient, but in all times.  

[Neri 3590]

Elizabeth DeNurem, clad in her garb of world-weary leather and sealskin, would read the propaganda, this particular pierce nailed to a pillar in the cloud temple. She furrows her brows upon finishing, and mutters;

 

"A true Son of Malin? Is this author accusing people of being false Sons of Malin? How positively Mali'aheral of him..."