Silver Beckons

[Kaiser 2347]

 

 

 

Silver Beckons

 

Hark Mali’thilln of Haelun’or and beyond, the motherland calls all those that may hear her. The Silver State has, as it has many times before, become tarnished. Tarnished by the descendant races, the slothful, the gluttonous, and the impure. With the departure of respected Okarir’tir, and the abandonment by Arelion and Vanya Laurir’ante, added alongside the untimely absence of Filanir Ilmoriel and the Maheral himself, we are now left alone, and without guidance. The lands of the ‘Aheral are barren again.

 

Our beloved city lays half built, the streets made of cold stone and metal, as if we were Dwarves in a grotto. The library, the eternal library of the mali’aheral, has been stunted in growth, and is a laughable source of knowledge compared to the others within the lands of Atlas. The Elsillumiran have become brittle, few in number and weak in courage - Seeming to have lost the ways of crimson blood. The city has become a tourist destination for the invalids, the impure, the frail of minds, and the sick of soul. But saddest of all, many Mali’Thilln have taken on a nomadic lifestyle. Gone to distant lands for a better life, a life that Haelun’or could no longer provide them.

 

Fear not, brothers and sisters who read this sad tale, for we have overcome these challenges before, and we shall again. Haelun’or is your city, the illustrious home to the ‘Aheral, and it shall be given back to those who seek to claim it, and made whole again by the citizens themselves, for the true value of the Silver State has never been in the silver within the treasury vault, but the silver hearts within it’s people.

 

Hear the call of Haelun’or Mali’thilln, return to your homeland to aid us in restoring the silver.

 

Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya

 

-Renarion Uradir

[Lasombruh 612]

[!]Melkor comes back.

[Aviers 122]

"This is the issue we face. The degradation of our culture as maehr'sae hiylun'ehya is cast away. Heed my words, fellow mali'thill. If you hold any care for Haelun'or, then at least do not give credence to the words of one who keeps the company of degenerates that threaten our very existence. Mister Uradir spends his time with one Belestram Sylvaeri, the mali'ata who engineered the murder of our Council and Maheral in cold blood. One must ask oneself if a mali who tolerates such an insect has the best interests of his kin in mind." The Okarir'mali declares before returning to his own business.

[Guest]

"It is time the High Elves got their mess together," remarked Kairn idly to one of his men.

 

The soldier glanced back with a ****-eating grin, "You want them to regain their sovereignty? Bloodlessly?"

 

"I want them to have less problems, because their problems are far-reaching and can affect us." retorted Kairn.

 

That was the end of it. Although silver had long since faded, there was no doubt that this emboldened notice did instill some lingering hope in other elves abroad, that maybe their brethren could be rescued from the decay that comes with time.

[Ankan 2875]

As Dimaethor Visaj withdrew from yet another evening of homecooked Thill-cuisine and reading plays who never had the opportunity of being played, a bird carrying a missive appeared. While the sender were unknown to Dimaethor Visaj, it was not the first time he had received missives or letters from this exact messenger; a white-tailed kite. After a curious examination of the bird, Dimaethor Visaj unrolled the missive, grasping a quill and vial of ink with growing enthusiasm as he made his way down the paper. The white-tailed kite soon received a new letter; an answer to it's unknown sender.

 

"Mali'thill lament will finally come to an end,

but mere time can tell if the Motherland will fully mend."

 

Dimaethor Visaj tucked the small poem into the pouch the bird carried before rising from his seat. It was time for a final return to Haelun'or.