The Escape Of A Dove

[Halsi 381]

   

The Escape Of A Dove  

 

 

I reigned as your Maheral for exactly fourty-three years. I served elcihi’thilln dutifully, swearing both my loyalty and supervision to the Mali’thilln for decades. I reckoned to serve for an eternity, yet Haelun’or’s fall is beyond repairable and stooped far from Larihei’s grace. It’s only an abandoned city now with only its council members as her inhabitants. It’s a dead city, one I no longer wish to care for.

 

I’m humiliated, truly. As a little girl I ogled the city in awe and wonderment, but now I only glare with disgust. Haelun’or has never met true degeneracy up until now, something I tried to prevent - Yet many saw me as a mere nuisance and obstructed my progress. I pity them all, since they will never experience a flourishing Silver City when constantly struck with doubt.

 

And you, dearest Mali’Aheral - I gift you gold. For none of you have ever shown true progress in these dire times when Larihei would have wanted it the most. I despise all of you for abandoning your home of splendor and leaving it like an empty desert, begging to be rejuvenated. You marked the end of an era, and will never get it back.

 

I’m disappointed, yet I have not lost faith. Despite all, I believe only one individual is capable to restore this tarnished society and prosper it into something new. She showed devotion and care for the state, even in the times of need. My confidence for her wonderous progress runs deep and I entrust this individual with the illustrious responsibility of becoming Haelun’or’s next Maheral.

 

I appoint Lanavia Iyathir as my successor, trusting both her competence and purity to guide the Mali’Aheral onto the right path again.

 

    MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA

    LIEWYN’LARIHEI ELTAELEH WALEHE OHN VALLEIN ELTALIYNA WALAHE

 

Iaria Elervathar

 

 

[For those actually interested in this muck, I wrote something down. It's nothing Haelun'or related, but it essentially marks the definite departure of Iaria from Axios.]

Spoiler

The road back home seemed to last an eternity and appeared endless in sight. It only took a few miles in reality for the nimble Elfess to be back within her confined silver walls, though - But her mind simply deceived the sight.  It was her melancholy and regret that caused this turmoil in her head. She couldn’t focus, she couldn’t see. Instead, her thoughts squandered the opportunity for tranquility. The Elfess knew this was the last time heading to what she called home for years, hence why she took her steps so carefully on the hard dried soil.

 

“It’s filth.”

 

Iaria couldn’t deprive the sentence from her mind. The more she said it, how convincing it actually sounded. She continuously repeated the futile words beneath her breath when snatching the very few valuable things from her whimsical room. They were all disposed in a satchel that appeared massive in its capacity, managing to store a myriad of things that varied in size.

 

“It’s destroying me.”

 

She was convinced. After leaving exactly five messages on different spots, Iaria glanced at the towering sight of Haelun’or’s splendor, now abandoned and stripped from citizens. She reminded herself of the beauty that she built, in all those years she inhabited the city. The Elfess was devoted once, though the discouraging sight of a forsaken city tarnished her good memories and clouded them with bad ones. The tears that welled in her eyes was the reaction to multitude of reasons and emotions, yet her recently caused despair stood as the most prominent of them all.

 

“May the leaving be joyful; and let’s hope I never have to return.”

 

Since then, the young Iaria Elervathar disappeared and vanished from society. Some may have seen her leave on a vessel into the unknown seas, though its final destination remained a grand mystery for the very few who witnessed the Elfess depart. The silver shackles that bounded her to a city once were finally cut free.

 

Iaria finally experienced the sweet taste of liberty.

 

 

[Ixli 1472]

Varen'thals mouth would gape open, sporadically closing and opening like a fish,"Gift them gold. That was savage as ****. I praise you. But, Haelun'or will rise once again. Truthfully, I must agree to a degree. To all you Mali'Aheral who abandoned Haelun'or, you not only abandoned a city - but you abandoned Purity and Larihei herself. May your path bring you to the orcs. Haelun'or will rise once again, and I welcome you into the city with open arms. Doing this is a sign of weakness, but I will permit it once and only once. You have two choices, and now is the hour to make it. Will you reclaim your homeland? Or banish it to the void of existence in which we all came?"

[Creete 497]

The sorceress' mossy gaze scanned the parchment as she stood within the courtyard of the city. Her head bobbed once in a nod as she turned away from it, sunlight catching the red ruby that marked her headdress in a shimmering display. Taking a few steps farther into the city, she found herself stilled under the archway of the tea house.

 

"I have my work cut out for me, there is no doubt about that," Lanavia murmured to herself. "I promise you, Miss Iaria - you and all that still call Haelun'or home.. that so long as blood still runs through my veins, I shall do my best to return the Purity of our kin. We shall return to the awe and glory that we had once been.." Her cold stare rose to scan the area around her, taking in the few faces that lingered. "We welcome home those who know our cause, our ways. Ones who will stand for what makes us Mali'Aheral. Come home to your people, I beckon you all back." With but a short pause she murmurs, her words just over a harsh whisper,  "I nearly gave my life for elcihi and her people.. and so long as I am able, I am willing to do so again."

[SpodoKaiba 612]

A passing wood elf's eyes trailed over the announcement, a wide grimace exposing the displeasure on his features. "Really?" He murmured with a hint of distaste. "Lanavia, I thought you were over this whole purity thing." 

[CombatRolePlay 1863]

Among the crowd that was reading the announcement , a tall hooded figure would simply let out a dissatisfied snort before walking away

[Nate1450 111]

"Good for you, Iaria." Ralnor Kelyarus states from the comfort of the Dragur Library.

[Slayy 816]

Climbing the steps to the Grand Silver City, Hela scanned the section for any form of life. Yet as she came in closer proximity to the gate, she glanced by a fleeing woman, an unknown face to her. Being drowned with curiosity, Hela carried herself to atleast witnessed her departure on the mysterious unknown vessel. Confused, she began to then again climbed the numerous steps to find out who that elf'ess just was, "May she be fine."

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