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Rejoice, Silver Blooded
originally issued on the 13th of the Grand Harvest, 1712, written by Ithemar.

 

 

There is but one phrase which can adequately describe the life that the silvered few have led; maehr’sae hiylun’ehya. It calls out to all who know its meaning. It calls them to remember their past and to peer with great ambition into their future, and beyond the future that appears to them, it instructs them about the form and shape of our grand destiny. It is a pigment from which only one painting can ever be brought to life upon the canvas of the mind. When one is truly pure, free from stain, reflecting the light of truth through one’s crystalline soul - then, the light shall finally shine upon the mind, and reveal the image that has been left upon that canvas. Left by our mother, it is a painting of such magnificent beauty that only the pure can comprehend it.

 

An empire stretching from the Sun to the Moon. Watchtowers with the stars for lanterns. Forests of silver-leaved trees. Children of such innocent beauty that mothers weep simply for looking at them. Soldier upon soldier, devout, noble and honourable, fitting warriors to carry Larihei’s banner onto the battlefield of time. Eternal. Undying. A nation of splendid souls that shall be remembered evermore for their perfection.

 

How can this image be realized? Why does it belong to us? How did it come into our possession? What truth did Larihei come to understand as she bathed in the pools of sunlight gold? There are many questions as to ‘Progress and Health’, questions that must be answered if we are to see the way ahead. It is our sacred duty to understand ourselves and the Way that lies before us. This, is my contribution to the illumination of Larihei’s will.

 

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It is a sad truth that not all Mali’aheral see the beauty of the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya. There are many of taliyna’aheral whose souls turn away from the truth in their silver blood. They are like blind moles, scurrying back into the golden womb from which our race was sprung. For you see, we are ascendant silver, we are those who have cast off the filthy rot of gold. As Larihei bathed she came to understand of what gold was a symbol and why the Way lay in divorcing herself from it. Not greed. Greed is a symptom of the illness that besets mortal folk; disgusting though it may be, it is the blackest flower of a cunning rose, whose thorns drip with poison. Not pride. There is no fault in pride, when it is had by silver folk for the love of their people. Not desire. Desire can be tempered, controlled, understood and at many times it is a fuel of pure light that drives us to do good. A lesser evil, and when it is tamed, a great good.

 

Gold is a symbol of the material. One is greedy for food. One can become prideful of the objects they have come to hoard, forgetting how insignificant that they are. One can lust for carnal pleasures, splendid gemstones, mighty keeps and forget those things that are of true worth. All these crudely shaped things are worth nothing. Those things for which the lesser races lust are illusions. Gold is simultaneously most blessed, and most cursed of all the material world. In its light, Larihei came to see those things that were of true value, learning to reject the gold that called for her to embrace it. That most tempting of trickster dreams that damns the weak mind to wander through the dirt of the dim, dark world. Our mother came to understand how fleeting gold was. How it was passed from the hand of Bortu to Valah, and how with each passage, the holder forgot bit by bit what was truly worthy in all the world. When she awoke, she saw the one worthy thing that the trickster dream had hidden from her.

 

The immaterial. Knowledge. Morality. Truth. By relinquishing the physical world in search of higher truth, the light of understanding revealed to her the unseen forces in the world that move all things. They are called Time. They are called Creation, Fate, Magic. They are strange indeed to the world of shadowy things in which the body of blood lives. Our eyes are used to the lesser light that illuminates rock and stone and tree. The light of gold. When Larihei finally relinquished gold, she relinquished that feeble light, and bore witness to the harmonious light of forever. Mother of our mother, light of our light.
 

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The word ‘immaterial’ fails to capture the enormous importance these ideas possess. The word evokes ideas of ‘lightness’, of not ‘truly being there’. In truth, the comparison between the material and the immaterial is much like the comparison between light and the world. Light warms. It illuminates the world, picking it out in fine detail and revealing to us the many colours of life that would have otherwise been invisible. These ideas serve an identical function for the mind, revealing to it the beautiful image revealed to our mother. The true nature of maehr’sae hiylun’ehya.

 

Thus, I shall call these things Sul, ‘light’ in the elvish fashion, for that is their purpose. They are the fallen rays of purest light birthed by the paradise for which we are striving. Birthed by the true order of the world that makes itself clear to one who peers into truth. As Larihei gave up blind materialism she stepped into Sul and saw the highest reality that reveals itself not to one who watches fleeting matter, but to one who listens to the music of time that repeats and refrains. Our mother Larihei saw the true forms of ‘nobility’, ‘wisdom’, and ‘love’. These words are dirtied when they are left upon the lips of lowborn scum. The lowborn think them to be powerful impulses that drive them to insane acts. These acts are not the true forms of ‘goodness’.

 

These things, love, nobility, wisdom and many more forms of righteousness, are better described as ‘wonder at the beauty of immaterial logic, ecstasy brought on by the music of eternity’. Love is a function of the true order. It is the chain that binds together two bright souls that know they must walk into the future together. It is not desire for flesh, or a blind passion for a smile, or the terrible melancholy that one feels with the death of a companion. True love is found in identifying beauty and striving to better it in giving oneself to it.

 

All those things which are ‘good’ can be known for their aid in progress towards paradise. Wisdom will never lead one back into the dark cave, scrounging for gold to fill one’s hand. Nobility will never bring on blind rage that drives one to kill a brother for a simple slight. Love, can never be the spark of rebellion that kills a king. We of blessed silver know this. We know that these things are only had by pure folk, and that when the Bortu speaks of nobility, they speak of a pale reflection of our brightest Sul.
 

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The maehr’sae hiylun’ehya is synonymous with the great paradise of which we have been speaking. It is ‘progress towards paradise’ and ‘the health of the people of paradise’. Paradise is found hidden in the shadows of every great tower, every brick, every ounce of mortar lain in the name of purity. Haelun’or sings the song of paradise with every fiber of her being. The law which rules her is the law of paradise, for she is guided by the will of a wise leader who accepts their silver birthright. In the laws of our Silver State we can begin to discover the nature of paradise, the fully realized vision that Larihei found when she stripped purest light out of filthiest gold. By peering into these laws, which have become so self-evident as they have been discussed and considered by our people, we can understand how Mali’aheral can elevate themselves to Mali’thill, and how those Mali’thill can continue the great work.

 

Health can be called Purity of Blood, and is constituted by;

 

oem Blood that is free of taint, being fully Silver and entirely of Mali’aheral origin. Our image is the image of Larihei herself. Our sunlit hair, our glowing skin, our eyes free of dirt and darkness. Our blood connects our very souls to our mother. To allow our blood to become tainted with the blood of outsiders is to cast aside our one sire of splendour, in favour of other progenitors, murderous fathers and vacuous mothers who are unworthy before Larihei’s eternal love. Her lineage must be free of corruption for us to realize paradise.

 

niut An understanding of what our blood constitutes, blessings and curses both. It is perhaps most important that Mali’thill understand the terrible curse laid upon us by the Destroyer, and so come to their own conclusions on the necessity to reproduce. Many of our greatest leaders have pushed their citizenry to bare as many blessed children as they are able, knowing the importance of our blood.

 

hael An understanding of the importance of children and of the correct ways to ensure their growth into worthy citizens of the Silver State. It is only through good tutelage that the words of Larihei can be passed on to new souls. Without the ability to properly tutor the next generation in the Silver Way, the previous generation will fail in their duty to make sure their children inherit their birthright. As elder Mali, it is the duty of every adult citizen to aid in the passing of the Silver torch.

 

 

Progress can be called Purity of Mind, and is constituted by;

 

oem :  Loyalty to the Silver State and respect for her current leader. The leader of blessed Haelun’or steers our great ship through poisoned seas, separating the Blessed Citizenry from the common rabble by guiding them towards the Silver lighthouse that is Larihei. Each and every pure mind must be a vessel to receive the wisdom of the Motherland. Were a mind to become closed to the ancestral wisdom embodied not only by Haelun’or’s leader but by their peers, that mind would surely devolve into self-consumed madness. Mali’thill are made wise by their compatriots, Mali’thill are made pure by their pursuit of purity, and that pursuit is chiefly guided by a leader whose words must be heard.

 

niut :  Loyalty to the nascent wisdom of the Silver Blood within oneself. Our blood was blessed by the wisdom of Larihei. Within our blood, her higher knowledge slumbers and waits to be unlocked by the dutiful souls of her children. It is in this pursuit that we continue to brighten the great blaze of silver wisdom that lights the way toward paradise, by heaping light upon light into the great lighthouse brazier. In our understanding of ourselves, we understand Larihei, and in understanding Larihei, her ability to guide the way becomes ever clearer. The pure of mind opens their arms to their mother and accepts her greatest presence, knowing that it will invigorate and renew their light. With her guidance, we progress.

 

hael :  Drive to debate, to build, to partake in the ways of Silver Life. It is only through partaking in the State that we can improve upon it, building bricks not only material but immaterial upon its foundations, until a tower of magnificent splendour lifts us into a new age of prosperity. We are the hands that build the future. We are the bodies that shield the Silver Light from hateful lessers. We are the bones upon which the flag of our legacy will fly. To all Mali’thill I say, go, work, put hands that have been still to work at the forge, in the library. Put your lips to work in debate, in conversation and in singing the praises of your heritage and the bright future for which you are destined. Guided by the wisdom of the State, the Leader and the Blood, all of your work shall be Pure, and in its Purity it shall drive us onward toward Paradise.

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Posted (edited)

Somewhere, an elf smiles a silvery smile.

 

”ay’Larihei.”

Edited by Infortunii

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Amidst a pilgrimage in pursuit of her relatives, a ’thill Princess smiles.

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“The Silver Elves are mutants warped by the taint of the so-called Golden Pools. Their forebears baptized themselves in cursed waters, and when Larihei and her followers emerged, they wore that very curse upon their skin and in their souls. Their bodies were left feeble and misshapen, their minds clouded by conceit, and the basest notions of common sense had abandoned them. And when their transformation became complete, Larihei spoke to her flock of degenerate mutants, ‘procreate among thineselves, and let not the bloodline of the purest stray’. Rejoice, this is the result of centuries worth of inbreeding, my friends!” A tattooed Ithelanen read aloud amidst a crowd of his fellows, including the majestic Cao Cao Shen. @Ambduscias

Edited by EpistleofEnoch

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“Mastering others is intelligence;
Mastering yourself is true wisdom.
Knowing others is strength; 
knowing that the ‘Aheral are not fit to live free of the Shen yolk is true power.”

 

Cao Cao Shen remarks, running his fingers through his goatee.

Edited by Ambduscias

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Wargoth Murak’Gorkil didn’t bother reading all the drivel, however could ascertain it was not backed up by action or military prowess.

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Gweiyr smirks.

 

~Ay’Larihei~

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A spoop’s voice beamed in chaotic radiance, ”You claim to be immortal without truly knowing what it is like.You only care for how much pointless beauty you can gain. You speak as if your silvery eyes make you pure, but it does quite the opposite. You reek of the boring lawful tropes. You make claim to the light, yet you know nothing of what light truly is. All things evil must surely be from the dark? You stand only in the shadow of true light. I will scorch your souls with the light you so desperately grasp for.”

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"Da 'igh elves 'ave always been an amusing bunch. So many words, yet so little tu show fer it",

Balek Irongut mutters upon reading such nonsense.

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“Even Silver eventually tarnishes,” A cheery Mali’Aheral would read the missive, faint hope and sadness dominating his gaze, “I wish them the best of luck.”

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