An Assurance to the Blessed

[Thomas 3014]

[This is a response to the ‘TO TOTALITY I’ & ‘Warning to the Blessed’ posts!]

 

[ Flavour Music ]

A public address to the Silver State of Haelun’or by seat of the reigning Empyrion, Ithrendas Regis

Issued on the 15th of Sun’s Smile, 1723

 

The denouncements and warnings issued by the blessed elves of Berr’lin have met the ears of the Llyrian Concord.  Our Empyrion and our council have taken note of your caution and have listened to your words of distaste and mistrust; however, the Llyrian Concord wishes to state that we share no similar feelings toward the Mali’thill of the Silver State.  We understand.

 

The peacock is a beautiful creature, which unfurls its radiant feathers to ward off threatening predators and those it is unfamiliar with.  Its vigilance is wise and ensures it is kept unharmed; untainted. The Llyrian Concord sees this great splendour and admires it, and so we shall respect it.

 

The Llyrian Concord remains welcoming to everyone who value the intellectual arts, and shall gladly offer any scholarly assistance to the Silver Elves of Haelun’or.  While we may not be a fellow city of elves, rather a free city, who welcomes all - we still remain as fellow pioneers of science. If you should ever require a lending hand, all you need to do is ask.

 

And while we shall respect and understand your hesitance to trust us, perhaps, in time, we shall prove your fears of our Concord wrong.

 

 

“Perhaps, in time, the skies shall no longer visit the sins of the fathers upon the children.”

 

Spoiler

[Credit to Unbaed for the meme]

 

 

[winterblood 11181]

A small smile splays itself across Nemir’s features as she clasped her hands before her, ever hopeful.

[Unwillingly 18121]

cyrene panics 

[Chase 3793]

Evar'tir observes the missive interactions before remembering that he was an international criminal now and didn't have time for such silly endeavors when he could be sitting in a dark room muttering about halfllings all day.

[Evonpire 2014]

Liao Chen spits out his tea.

[Frosthander 44]

[!] A very happy elf makes a test vial go "SOOMP", as a small burst of flame rises to toast his face. 

*Science hands*