We Bow to No King but Malin

[Supremacy 3361]

Meanwhile... Speaking to himself... Which of course can be heard by everyone— Arche wonders.

 

"How do they know a letter addressed by a pen name one was written by a high elf?"

[Sky 0]

The Bull Druid pinches the bridge of his nose as he exhales sharply. "I mean, I guess they're right, but would Malin truly standby and proclaim that no elf may be titled 'King' when the idea behind it was for the reuniting of his kin? Because, that's why it was done, and given. Not due to some, fetish frothed forth as an imperialistic sexual fantasy, but as a sign of the formation of Malin's kin once more." he lets out to his dedicants, and other strangers in the grove he stands in.

 

Toren then snaps his fingers, and begins to chuckle. "Oh, and funny that now, the Aheral seem so adamant by the title when, many times prior they've denounced Malin and his ways, but hey, when it is good for their favour they'll use him. I truly do wonder if Malin'or was as bad as some say, or if Malin was truly a man to be held in such high regard." the wood elf stops his sentence, and heads off to his office. 

[JEEGK 1367]

Berr laughs the laugh heard from around the realm, "Ridiculous, just an excuse to break away from Oren... how pathetic can the high elves get? Good luck with yourselves..." He finished giving the disapproving shake of his head before heading back into his abode and slamming the wooden door shut.

 

Ibar jumped about, spurting nonsense off of his tongue "Aha! And those idiots said /I/ was the stupid one!"

[Eranikus 348]

Taynuel sits by himself up in treetops, reading over the propaganda spread by the high elves. Thin wisps of smoke rise from the pipe clamped between his teeth, snaking above his head and lifting off into the clouds. His teeth clack against the carved wood as he moves it to the other side of his mouth, shrugging his shoulders. "I mean... perhaps your kin forgot the Fringe, Thales, and Athera. I didn't really see the 'Aheral doing much 'uniting' of the elves either. I saw segregation then, just as I see it now. Silly descendants," he mutters, shaking his head. "The day an elf actually manages to truly unite us as a people and not just get everyone to live in the same general area as the others is the day I eat my pipe."

 

He lets a yawn leave his lips before he folds up the paper, slipping it into his pack and gazing out at the trees around him. "Titles are meaningless. It is those that bow before the ones that have titles that make them mean anything. Take away the followers and a king is little more than a wealthy man with a fancy hat. True son of Malin," he scoffs. "A true son of Malin would not have stood by and watched as his brothers and sisters were killed simply for the tone of their skin. A true son of Malin would not condone the slaughter of children simply because their parents were different subraces of elf. Call yourself son of Malin..." he grumbles, shaking his head. "If the four brothers were here today, I'd wager not but shame upon their gaze, for their children have disgraced them greatly across all lineages."

[Neri 3590]

11 minutes ago, Supremacy said:

Meanwhile... Speaking to himself... Which of course can be heard by everyone— Arche wonders.

 

"How do they know a letter addressed by a pen name one was written by a high elf?"

 

Elizabeth was under the assumption that speaking to poster is a societal norm; after all, it has been commonplace for several centuries. 

 

((You can act like a Mali'aheral without being one!))

[Catostrophy 111]

"Don't do it..." Muttered old Aetahir, more to himself than anyone else. "Don't try and dominate the others again. Don't try and command them again. When this war is over, we'll be at the next alliance's mercy. And we can at least avoid killing our cousins so that perhaps, perhaps a reconciliation of some kind may occur."

 

"Elves should not be slaughtering elves. Damn it all."

[garentoft 9265]

Dirk Novokain looks around the Campfire, "I suppose I am 1/8 high elf... So yay?"

[Leric 1097]

"Damn." Malin said to himself quietly upon reading the flier from the his study upon the isle he had been nearly all by his own hand. Malin let out a quiet groan, his shoulders briefly rolling and his lips curling into subtle frown. "Tis as if every post that comes from the Mali'aheral since the age of Kalenz is written by the same person, always the same pretentious *****." Malin   chuckled softly to himself, procuring a sheet of beige parchment from his right, staring at it's blank depths with a quill in hand before pushing it aside.  The young Malin leaned back comfortably in his seat, talking to himself whilst looking behind him to examine cape that hung, detailing something about woodworking or of the sort. "It was simpler in those days, without having to deal with the tantrums of high elves when they don't get what they want. I preferred Avern more, she was an annoying one no doubt, but lacked the extremely oversized pair that Kelthran does, likely swelled to perfection by some unlucky Warhawke. Most rebellions are simple temper tantrums by manchildren who didn't get what they want, and then their are the typical blood thirsty 'leaders like those of the Dreadlands ' at the ready to fuel their tempers and focus it upon a single object, or obstacle.   Those types just need a spanking to get put back into order." Malin mused quietly to himself, taking up the parchment again and beginning to scribble upon it. "Likely wont do anything due to them refusing to listen to my 'Tyranny and Orens Oppression' upon the mali'." 

"Children of Haelun'or, 

        Take a moment to step back, and if possible away from your inflated egos to realize your current situation. What would most likely happen if I wrote this letter about Oren and the Dominion, and how history has proven it's impossible to lose, your leaders would begin to preach about how 'corrupt' my Elven mind is with Oren's 'oppression' upon us. Look around you and realize what has happened to the Mali' since we were first introduced to Oren when every state was vassalized beneath them. They gave us a helping hand, and raised us from the ground to where we are now,  and in return asked for little but to offer them in assistance in war, nearly every battle being a victory that only filled us with more pride as an Elf.  They haven't oppressed, and they still do not. If you believe that somehow the Mali' are oppressed, please send me a letter and we can discuss such matters, I'm happy to speak with my people, King or not, it's a title. 

        The next topic, look around and realize who your allies are. Warhawkes, known and branded as snakes to the elven kind as they attempted to slaughter and betray their Arbiter, Dak'ir Des'nox for no good reason during the dukes war, and bringing with them human allies to assist in a purely elven matter.  Dreadlander, mercenaries who have been rumored to worship and praise the being known as Azdromoth, a Drakaar akin to Setherien of the fringe,  and seeking the same goals. Use your head, you pride yourselves upon intelligence but do not realize you ally yourselves with a threat that nearly slaughtered all of our kind.  Orcs, the same who demanded your blood and heads upon a pike just a few years ago, raiding your cities yet failing to penetrate the might of your Vigil.  You proved yourselves to be better than those green-ilk, yet you spit all over your achievement by allying with the enemy. There is also the worthy mention of their true goal, spreading their 'taint' across the lands and seeking to devour the world in it, have you seen it yourself?  If you've not, walk outside the deserts of the Orcish lands and notice the barren, dead lands that this plague has consumed, and continues to. You've seen their threats to the Druii, to all who interrupt their tainting, if they're not stopped, your silver walls soon be a lovely hue of green and corruption. I don't believe the Mali'aheral particularly fancy death and decay eating away at their city and lands, lest I'm mistaken and have forgotten your people. Next, those of Courland, whom I simply don't care about and should've kept their rebellion human to human, instead of being craven and calling in foreign forces to assist them in seizing the Empire for themselves. 

Furthermore, when have the Mali'aheral worshipped or even respected Malin? For a long time you've denounced his ways, you care nothing for Malin, and have proven it over centuries of time.  You call yourself a true son of Malin when it's clear you are not one, as he wouldn't want this to occur. The title King was taken to give hope that there would be a figure to unite the Mali' to be together again, yet I've failed.  I admit my failure, but not a day goes past where I am not trying to further the progress of the Mali', their unification, and make us better. 

It is likely the vast majority of you will not even read this, nor particularly give a **** and continue on in your lives. That is the way of most Mali', to not care for those affairs around them and only for yourselves.  I plead that you think and realize the position that you're in, and how surrounded by hostile enemies you'll be after this war if by some odds you manage to win. To be blunt, as I am typically am, realize how absolutely fucked you'll be, perhaps not immediately, but in years time you will. I care for all Mali' and admit my threat towards the Silver City of Haelun'or was uncalled for, and give my apologies to our Sohaer and the rest of the people. This apology is far too delayed, and rather short, but I do apologize for my actions, and daily still continue to seek the unification of the Mali' so that we can only grow stronger day by day, to something of much larger significance than history has made us out to be in times past.  I am sorry, lliran. If I must relinquish the title of King and return to the Malinorian High Prince to prove this to you, so be it, the title is not what I'm attached to, it is my people that I am; and my people are all Mali'.



Signed, 
Tristin Tresery of Laureh'lin 

[Hanrahan 2983]

Arnorian, Steward of Felsen and Employee of the Emperor reads this..

 

"Tresury? Gods, what an insufferable **** he is, I hope they give him a bloody good torturing before they kill him.. though it would be nice if it wasn't so anti-Oren.."

[Kiiwi 1440]

Leilatha just dances to the beat of the music by the campfire, having no clue whats going on at all.

[AGP 3169]

"I mean bowing is just common courtesy.." says Charles.

[trinn 5146]

Andri'ante scratches her neck stiffly, brows aloft as she regards the propaganda. Being a Mali'aheral so easily bored, and having little patience - she shakes her head swiftly, huffing to wander off. 

 

"Why is having the Mali'ame as a king so bad? Its quite beneficial to the other elves. The Mali'ame are strong in terms of armies and alliances, easy protection. I recall them being quite helpful. Pity Malin is dead and under the earth, he's not going to march to your defense when your wall is threatened. A king that is alive with people backing him is surely of more use than one that is... dead? Gone? A figure in tales?  A Mali'ame king with an army is much better than one dead."

 

She rambles, to anyone unfortunate enough to be near her. 

 

"But hey, if you want to waste a perfectly good King who is not really an ass for a dead one under the ground - who am I to comment, I'm just a former house cleaner."

 

 

[The King Of The Moon 7016]

The tilruir'indor would usher a group of spritely mali'thill away from the library desk with grumbles and groans warding debates outside of the Eternal College, gesturing all the while at his pristine new set of rules to find an unfamiliar poster hung from the same surface .

 

"The Mali should be their own, Maehr'sae hiylun'ehya should be enough guidance without need for a 'king'... A council to manage, yes, but royalty and its connotations are far too 'Valah' of a tradition. If only the sons and daughters of Malin could settle such disputes without couping governments or warring on eachother."

 

With a light rock of his head in approval he'd re-position the poster to a more central location on the Library's main floor and return to his desk, armed with a stern gaze in preparation for the pending onslaught of people hellbent on having more loud conversations about regality in his quiet space.

 

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

"Our people do not follows Malin's teachings we follow the teachings of Larehei, we have never evoked his name don't start it now for your silly propaganda for your silly war that no matter who wins you will have put us in a rather precarious position of over reliance of the mercy of others." Remarks Orsino 

[big narstie 1701]

Rocco trembles in fear as he hears of the 400,000 man Elven guardforce that will burn orenia to the ground at the calling cry of @DPM. He struggles to rest his troubled head at night and when he does he's assaulted by terrible visions of what the scornful Elven will do to @Cracker. "Mercy!" cries Rocco in his truly gruesome dream, "Enough!" he pleads. "Don't! Please!" but to no avail. He awakens, sweat dripping from his forehead. Many sleepless nights and many troubled times await the Rock of Romstun...