A challenge for the Maheral

[Talias 177]

 

A challenge for the Maheral

As published on 21^st of The First Seed, 1711

 

By the rights of ancient tradition I, Athedil Haler’thilln, challenge Dimaethor Visaj for the position as Maheral, upon his failure to uphold our tradition, and his utter disregard for our ways.

 

Of all the challenges I have issued throughout my life, this one cuts me the deepest. To have to challenge a man that I myself named to the position of Maheral, it hurts me deeply that I so misjudged him in times passed. But he forces my hand, and I can no longer sit back and watch as he tarnishes the name of our people.

 

 

His transgressions against maehr’sae hiylun’ehya are many, so we shall list them all.

 

Mister Visaj is a drunk, he spends more time carousing amongst the people, than he spends being the example of unquestionable purity that the Maheral should be. He is loud and crude, lacking the superior tact and elegance expected of our people.

 

Mister Visaj is irrational, seeing enemies in the shadows, believing even the animals and the plants to be but spies of an imaginary enemy. He lets himself be ruled by this irrational behaviour, denouncing the logic demanded by Larihei in favor of his own delusions.

 

Mister Visaj is violent, for an age we had eradicated the use of acid pits, they were deemed immoral, a needlessly cruel and inefficient way to bring about the end of an impure. But now he has seen fit to bring them back, even going as far as to threaten the lives and bodies of sentient beings.

 

Mister Visaj is slothful, he fails in his most basic of tasks to better those around him, ignoring the misbehaviour of his people, and disregarding his foremost duty as a teacher. As the center of our people, his lack of diligence infects our people, opening them up to a disregard for our ways.

 

Mister Visaj is soft, openly refusing to question the purity of his subjects, despite their clear signs of physical impurity. He surrounds himself with those brown of hair, even accepting that they dye their hair to conceal the traits that prove their impurity.

 

Mister Visaj is cursed by gold, so absorbed by his own righteousness that he writes off his elders. First Malaurir Lucion Sullas, when he himself had called upon him for a ruling, and later again when I sought to aid him in straightening up, in an effort to guide him back on a proper path.

 

 

It is as a result of these many shortcomings that I, as a former Maheral of Haelun’or, now seeks to take the position from him, as I have taken it from the impure and incapable in the past. Despite having no desire to once again thrust myself into the political world of the mali’thill, I see no other option, as my dedication to Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya does not allow me to sit as it gets tarnished.

 

Maehr’sae hiylun’ehya is eternal, as must we the mali’thill be. You cannot build an eternal people upon a foundation of fear, with no better argument than a blade pressed against the throat of a people. The mali’thill must understand the logic of the path Larihei guided us upon, or they will abandon it as soon as the foundations of the state begin to shake. They must understand that maehr’sae hiylun’ehya is the order in the chaos of the world, raised above the lessers as to not be tarnished by their ways.

 

To be a bastion of purity we must follow a path that takes effort, that follow an agenda of long term stability, not short term victories. A mali’aheral coerced on to the path by fear of their life, they are not pure of mind, simply scared for their life. This is despite it being amongst the gravest of crimes amongst our people to kill an individual of pure blood, the mere threat of which is almost unthinkable.

 

 

Mali’thill, I urge you to take these words into consideration, as I call for a challenge debate between Dimaethor Visaj, and Athedil Haler’thilln to be called, and a council of former Maheralan to give their judgement.

 

Malaurir,

Athedil Haler’thilln

[Ankan 2875]

Oh and her light swept over me,

 

To strengthen our ancient firm stand,

 

And finally restore the Motherland.

 

 

 

Spoiler

 

 

My dear old friend, my mentor and counselor.

 

What truly brought us here today? Is it your supposed innate motivation to protect what you call Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya? Your self-declared pure intentions of saving the Motherland and her Blessed Citizenry from me? Or perhaps something else? A burning feeling of ENVIOUSNESS perhaps, for I succeeded in what you failed with for so long?

 

Come before me, Malaurir. Let us talk purity, progress and health. Your philistine attitude and call for passivity when met with threats has fallen out of favour amongst the Mali’thill.

 

I pledge to you, Blessed Citizen, to protect you from Athedil Haler’thilln. Haelun’or will not be turned back into the dark magic infested nest it was during his tenure.

 

MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

[UmbreScye 535]

Uppori Haviryn would approach the square, with meek gentle steps and a straight posture, timidly passing through the square’s crowd to read the announcement. Uppori sighed, and thought to herself before speaking up. “The current Maheral has done so much for us. Ridding the evils that plague us, such as the dark magic users that hid among our fellow Mali’thill.”

She blinked, and exhaled. “Though, I suppose that these well... misdemeanors as you call them, can’t be ignored. To uphold tradition and have a friendly debate, would be exquisite, and a chance for Mister Visaj to prove himself as he has always done before. However, I will remain on Mister Visaj’s side, regardless of the results.”

[Vaasek 224]

”Good **** always goes on when I leave...” the near-crazed Gweiyr Morvael commented to himself, sighing.

[Auriel_ 652]

"..I get hammered often, and I'm considered normal. Huh."

Some elf.

[puffables 1129]

Alaion Miravaris would read over the notice, with a slight frown apparent on their face. They do not, however, directly voice any opinions, instead deciding to keep such thoughts to themselves until a further time.

[Chase 3793]

Evar'tir emits a singular "Wack."

[Potts244 412]

Taliah Sintel enters the gatehouse and opens the gates.