A Silver Flame Rekindled

[501warhead 1796]

 

Kulin'oem sat on his balcony, overlooking the progress he had made on the city in such a short time. In his left hand a pink-colored drink was half full, the condensation dripping occasionally down to the balcony ground from the cold nature of the drink against the humid Atlassian air. The ice would clink against the glass as the fair, blonde elf considered the sunset before him - the pink hue filling the sky. A slow movement and he would take a sip of the drink grasped in his hand, considering the letter he held in his other. He was troubled but with one leg crossed in a relaxed pose the Mali'aheral would set the drink aside and begin to write as a cool ocean breeze filled his lungs.

 

The eighteenth of the Maheralan began his address to all Mali'aheral.

 

 

15th of The Amber Cold, 1661

 

Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya.

 

It is the Phrase by which Thill'onn are to live by. It is the creed by which a Mali'aheral is Mali'thill or Mali'ata. It is the bedrock of our Silver Enclave of Haelun'or, the principles that we govern by. The phrase is the essence of what it means to be a Mali'aheral and yet - what does this Ah'sanan truly mean?

 

The Talonnii has seen fit to elect me, this fair day, as Maheral. It is a sad day and a happy day - As Cenwall Maeyr'onn has not been seen in at least two years I must announce myself - a rather sad affairs for the office of the Maheral. However there is joy to be had in the dawning of a new day in the Silver Enclave for it is bright and full of much wonder. We stand in a unique moment in Mali'aheral history and one that will define our people for a while to come. It is in this moment that the grievances of old and present can be shed, the dawning of a new Era is potentially upon the Mali'thill. With the Silver Enclave in shambles and the pieces needing to be picked up it is more important than ever for the Mali'thill to unite as one - for the Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya, for our Malii.

 

The journey that I seek to take as Maheral will not be an easy one. I have steeled myself for this fate and believe deeply that the course I now take is Larihei's will. As I have just penned - the Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya is woefully undefined. The separation of Mali'thill and Mali'ata is up to the Maheral but even Maherals can falter and fail. Even with our natural affinity for logic and documentation the writings on the Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya are frustratingly incomplete and thus I shall dedicate my tenure in this position to my Thill'sanan, or my writings on the topic of Purity.

 

This shall be my great burden - the defining of the Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya. Many will challenge my views and this is something I am readily accepting of and even prepared for, however I challenge all Maheral'anto and Maheral'ento who still hold true to the Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya to follow in my footsteps to create their own Thill'sanan and help create the Taliynathill'sanan, what I hope will be the great work of the Maheralan to guide our Malii in their future paths and unite us in our own futures.

 

I understand fully that my place as Maheral shall be questioned, as many still question whether any who have followed after Dio deserve such a title. I hope in time to earn the trust of all Mali'thill - but until that day comes I shall work as hard as any Maheral before me to deserve this great honor.

 

 

Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya

ay'Larihei

 

- Maheral Kulin'oem Vallei'tir

 

[Raomir 1855]

Upon hearing the news Nerak Frostbeard would turn to a group of Dwarves before exclaiming.

 

"Who da fook is that guy?"

 

Spoiler

 

 

[GDPR 014 48]

The Punished Auxiliary vomits.

[_Elrith_ 4525]

Elrith claps loudly. "This is neat."

[Ankan 2875]

The gathering of Mali'aheral below Kulin'oem's balcony hadn't sparked his curiousity. The mere sight of the speaker made him understand. With hands tucked behind his back and his chin raised, Eledar Haler'thilln retreated to his cold tower of stone and polished quartz. A book, quill and prepared bowl of tobacco waited for him at his desk.

 

"kaean’leh elmaliearal'eltalonniian chul'perithae."

 

Before tending to the work, he couldn't resist to mutter a couple of words to himself, his ears twitching at his own disloyalty. He drew on the pipe -- a successful attempt at calming himself.

 

"Elves live long. There will be enough time for them to redeem themselves-- or for revenge."

[osumanduas 1442]

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

 

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