Unjust Dues

[Swgrclan 2682]

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The sharp ring of hand-bells cut through the tranquil silence of Caras Eldar; calling upon every Elven man, woman, and child to heed its call and find its source. Those that do are led up into the city, where the unfinished foundations of the Virarim barracks lie; an open lot ready and open for many to stand and wait.

 

There, upon the steps, stood the noble shape of Cyndaer of Sylvaeri; Great-Uncle to Prince Belestram of the very same lineage. Though no guard or fellowship was present to preside over those he gathered, Cyndaer’s sharp, graceful features lacked any notion of concern or unrest - where a perpetual calm lingered, deterred not even by that which he summoned everyone to speak of.

 

“... I bid you warm welcome, kinsman sons and daughters of Malin,” He called out once enough Elves had gathered. It appeared he held the very same calling bell used to draw forth in his right hand-- while the other rested comfortably upon the pommel of a sheathed Elven sabre. “Though I desire to prolong the warmth felt in witnessing the gathering of my fellows, I must admit I have conjured you all to speak shortly upon a most troubling matter; something that, in this era, to our people, may seem unimportant to concurrent matters. Yet if gone unspoken, I would be allowing a sickness to fester.”

 

His piercing, pale blue eyes scanned the crowd in a brief bout of silence, as though to absorb the detail of the many faces before him. Something deteriorated in his features; the sustained calm suddenly enduring a crack, as though a suggestion toward a facade. Tightening his hold upon the pommel of his blade, Cyndaer continued:

“A time close to an Elven week ago, I happened upon a transgression that would feel as though a stab in the heart to our more ancient predecessors. A child of Dark Elven heritage had been killed by Human men for his alleged insolence and twisted evil; where they claimed he had been a prime suspect in harassing the patrons of taverns, and had even paid a mercenary company of this new land to partake in the butchering of a family.”

“All of these details- they do not hold weight to what concerns me. Without authority in that place I had no means to exact notions of justice or retribution, and without having known the child myself I could not determine if he had the heart of a Daemon and the mind of a beast. But what was a certain reality was that I was forced to carry the boy’s limp body back to our new homeland, here, so that he may be given the burial all of our fallen kinsmen deserve; monstrous or not.”

“I lingered the streets, calling upon our own to assist me in this matter. Few bid me attention; those that did were unnerved alone by the fact I carried the body of a child, but could not surmise the willpower, or perhaps care, to assist in the sacred procession of his burial. It was only in the final hour that a Half-Elf - one who is not even fully among our lineage - agreed to partake.”

His countenance briefly pinched; the impassiveness once more broken by a brief rise in emotion, whether it was aggravation or dismay.

 

“A member of a race of pariahs bore more a compassionate spirit than my own kin in that time of need. It was not the act of burial itself that stalled my efforts; for I could have done it alone in the dark of the forest. It was the sanctity of the child’s passing I believe in, for without children, no matter what path they are inclined to take, the descendants of Malinor would be nothing. We act against a curse borne of a Madgod’s powers and create manifestations of rebellion and compassion against Iblees - these children - yet this has gone uncared for, the sacrosanct nature of children evidently forgotten.”

“I sought to call upon others to assist me, not only because of the importance of burying an Elven child, but also because I wished to grant a lesson. I wished to tell the willing to bolster their integrity, take hold of their racial pride; saddle the designs of our Father’s goodwill so that, when the time comes when they come to bear children themselves, they are absolutely certain they would not allow their sons and daughters to wander off and become the… radicals this boy was claimed to have been. The Elven guardian… does not allow their children to roam from Malin’s forests. They do not allow them to become influenced by the barbarous darkness that dwells beyond our domain.”

 

Cyndaer’s jaw clenched for a moment before he shook his head, continuing morosely. “Had that child proper guardians, I would not have buried him under a blanket of cold earth, under a lonesome tree, or marked him with a gravestone that bears no name.”

[mmat 7460]

Prince Khaine stands quietly at the front of the crowd, listening intently to his impassioned speech. Without applauding, for that would create a joyous moment when this one was rightfully somber, he stands in place as the crowd dissipates, then leaves upon glancing once at the child's grave.

[Guest]

"With a people so scarce and far-flung as the Elves it should be our priority to foster our children and allow them to grow," says Kairn pointedly with a mild expression. "This cannot continue."

[Ford 1996]

"Sad," was all Veidan could say after the speech. He returned to the communal benching area with his head hung low.

[DustyDune 241]

Far away in the shining white towers of Sohaerate of Haelun'or, Sohaer Cenwall Maeyr'onn hears of this and looks onto the man before him who had given him such news.

"This just proves the savagery of my wood elven brethren-- so consumed by their daily lives of bedding trees and flowers that they forget the curse laid down before them... before us all. Children, the children of elves are the most precious commodity that one can acquire as an elf in our long lives and yet they have spat on all of us. They have shown their true colors as an elven nation and people. Get out of my face, and bring me better news." 

Cenwall would flick his wrist to the common messenger, reclining into his wicker chair to hold deeper thoughts.

"I pity the lessers--truly."

He'd shake his snow-white covered head and glare out towards the stars in the direction of the Dominion-- the splinters of the lost High Elven empire of Kalenz and his high elven people.

 

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[lev 627]

"Something about Jews?" Shlomo Ben Jewson queries 

[HardstyleRaver2 56]

"It's sad to see a mali'i dies," sighs melancholy an armored mali'ker. "If only the parents took care of him better and guide him to the right path, this wouldn't ever happen to him."

[firegirl7894523 247]

Carsandra being new quietly stood in the background, feeling sorry for the poor child. 

[Chorale__ 2147]

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