Departure of the Maheral

[Talias 177]

Departure of the Maheral

2nd of the First Seed 1651

 

 

Haelun’or, you were once a jewel of the land, a bastion of law, order and progress. People looked to us with disdain not because of the crimes we had committed against the outside world, but because we had achieved what they could only dream of. In times past we showed the world what it could become, how to govern, how to live, how to serve as a state of the best of what the world had to offer. This was the time of Asulon and the time after, when those who had originally found our ways within the Eternal college of Elcihi’thilln still ruled amongst us.

I tried to teach this Asulonian way of life, a way that came before the corruption of Kalenz, before the infighting, before the countless coups, before our path lost meaning and we as a people were cursed by gold. I have given many lessons, informed both council and citizenry of how they ought to conduct themselves, in both their daily lives, and when times get hard. However, despite learning our ways, knowing right from wrong, but a few have taken it to heart. Haelun’or has been cursed with slothfulness, when maehr’sae hiylun’ehya is tested by disagreements, by politics, by personal ambition, it is cast aside for the easier path. Instead of rising to the challenge of morals, customs, and the common good, these things are ignored or questioned with vague arguments in the hopes that they will be ignored and forgotten.

Maehr’sae hiylun’ehya is not a set of rules one must simply follow, it is a culture, a way of life, and as all other cultures it has norms, unwritten rules, things that simply are. But these norms, these customs, these ways, they are lost upon Haelun’or. This nation has forgotten what it once was, and what it was meant to be, none but a few still truly know our ways, to the point where they do not need constant confirmation that their every action is pure and right. Even our council, are but fumbling in the dark, trying to teach a path they time and time again have failed to follow themselves. Cenwall, our honored Sohaer, seems to be fighting a losing battle with his ever inflating ego, and now finally he and the rest of the council have seen fit to lift the banishment of a psychopathic murderer, that both Maheralan had deemed impure. This has served as the final drop, in a goblet overflowing from a lifetime of shortcomings.

 

My kin, my council, I urge you to consider this. Why do you think that our Elders are departing, why do you think they cannot stand to look upon what you have become. This nation has come to a state in its being, where the only thing it has to show for the superiority of it people, and its past is arrogance. An ever growing ego, with no base other than the self righteousness of those who carry it forward. I urge you my kin, shape up, alter this path, built up a reason for our superiority once more, and work to show that we are the beacons of progress.

 

With this my time has come to depart this nation, I go to join our Elders in the far reaches where they may reside. As the first of the Maheralan, it falls upon me to name someone to take my place, I name the first amongst us, the original holder of the title. The time for Larihei to hold the title of Maheral has come again, may she keep it safe until someone suited for the position arise once more, to lead us down her path once again.

[ImCookiie 1950]

"The moment our kin begin to depart from their own lands, is the moment this nation will crumble once and for all. How many more?" A darkened voice echoed in its solemn chambers, skeletal digits procuring the walls that enclosed the being within. Her speech was slow, almost chanted. "Will it take the departure of an entire population, to finally allow some sight of the destruction we cause to our own?"

[Ixli 1472]

Ne’las spits on the city pavement, still not stopped in his endeavors around the silver spires. “The city of Gold conquers even the most Silver. Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya is dead, and only the best of the ‘thill can remain to conquer. The cause of this? The puppeetering and dark council. They will fell beneath the blades they have bestowed. I speak of an innner betrayal, one they are blinded to. Soon the Silver Spires will topple, and I will not warn them.”

[DustyDune 241]

[!]Upon hearing this news, Sohaer Cenwall writes a letter in a hopes to catch Maheral Athedil on his departure. He would attach it to a white eagle, accented with the purest of silvers. The papyrus would be fine-- finer than any other descendant-being would see if they laid their eyes on it. The ink would have a silver glow if Maheral Athedil Acal'elor did lay his eyes upon it. A silver seal wax of Haelun'or would be stamped on the paper.

 

 

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"Dear, Esteemed and Proud Maheral Athedil Acal'elor

 

Your departure is news that truly is a loss that Haelun'or will never forget. This day will live in the records of the Eternal Library for generations and be told to young and old for millenia...

In your short time you have taught me from a youth of our original path, before Kalenz-- you did your job the best you could not only to me but to the people of Haelun'or. Anyone who disregards what you did for the State and its people are fools. It is true, we have lost many of the foundation markers for our culture and ways. Regaining them has been a hard fought battle, but a battle nonetheless. I write to you to stress my sincerity when it comes to walking this path forward. I am absolute in this conviction. However know that it is only because of the wisdom you have bestowed upon myself and the Council that we are all truly blessed. I hope you find peace with our kin, Sir Acal'elor.

I salute you.

Sincerly, Just Cenwall."

[gabriel101x1 463]

Ionia Sullas sighs.

 

"And so the last of our true elders leaves us, these are dark days I have returned to."

[Ankan 2875]

Odessa Visaj sits in her office, carefully tuning the family harp when the word of Athedil's departure is delivered to her residence. She puts the harp to the side, releasing a deep sigh. The formerly so gloriously white lily on her desk is decaying, seemingly more rotten each minute. Wizened petals, weak in colour, spread out around the vase. The lily has died.

 

Odessa Visaj soon takes to the square, proud in her posture as ever, but her facial expression paints a different picture. She speaks.

 

"Mali'aheral. The time for remending has come. The Malady of Impurity will be rooted out and the forces of it eradicated. The Children of Silver will stand proud soon again. Let the Restoration of Supremacy begin.

 

Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya."

[Holyland 3651]

It had all gone to plan for Vandameer. From whatever unreal grave he may have shook in came a conglomerate of whispers, wails and groans.

 

"..and as the OLD LORDS proclaimed;

 

 

There is no rest for the wicked."

[Ixli 1472]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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