FORSAKE HER FOOLISH CLAIMS

[Ixli 1472]

“They’re like children. We have to hold their sticky fingers and wipe their filthy mouths. We must teach them right from wrong. Tell them what to think and what to feel and what to want. We must craft their fears and write their aspirations. So, lucky for them, they have me. They have you.”

- Silir Uradir, a Statement on Impurity

 

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Lliran,

When impurity finds it’s way amongst the sanctified halls of silver, it is only then that we find our walls deteriorating. Pestilence and impurity are one and the same, they are disgusting taints of uncleanliness conceived by a fruitless world that we linger in. When a power vying ingrate that cut off its own genitals to preserve it’s already impure logic finds it's way onto the most blessed of assemblies, our own discernment comes under persecution. This harlot is named Rosilya Lae’rinsyr.

 

Not only has it deceived our brilliant minds – a trait that belongs to all nefarious putrescence – but it has smeckledorfed us into believing that it was not a demon summoning fiend. Rosilya argues that some of the most revered members of our society are akin to her own adulteration. I say damn be the wench that covets quarrel with the pure. Caestella and Nerithil have provided us with their lives in order to ensure that purity continues to rule the elven folk, and does so in a stable and prosperous fashion.

 

To drag it’s fabrication further, Rosilya claims children were privy to her deceit. My friends, these falsehoods are surely an attempt to undermine the productivity and pollination that our people have to offer. Rinaedith and Rhaelanthur are alluring results of what ‘thill children are intended to be: conservative puritans! It is with the obvious and basic logic that I have utilized, that I ask you to DISMISS any and all accusations made by taint, by mali’ata. They would see our indefectible society trampled upon, and left in the dust as it once was before the glory of our diarchy was realized.

 

Finally, it would be in our best interest to see that Rosilya Lae’rinsyr punished. As my uncle once stated, there is nothing a small dosage of acid cannot fix. I CALL UPON our blessed diarchy to demand that Rosilya be brought forth for cleansing. Although the beast may not understand due to its moronic intellect, the only way to heal itself of their transgressions is to be cleansed in acid. Only then would the mutations burn away, and reveal what was once a clean and able ‘thill. 

 

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Signed,
Laurir Silir Uradir

Patriarch of the Uradir Talonnii

maehr’sae hiylun’ehya

[interstellarcatlady 155]

Caestella Valarieth would have a warm smile cross her face as she read the address to the citizenry, “Mister Silir is once again correct. A cleansing is in order to rid our lands of such filth. The Uradir Talonnii continues to strive to ensure that the elcihi is cleansed from such taint, and continues to be correct in this case as well. I should also urge the Diarchy to do the same to stop this impure taint from spreading.”

[winterblood 11181]

11 minutes ago, Ixli said:

“They’re like children. We have to hold their sticky fingers and wipe their filthy mouths. We must teach them right from wrong. Tell them what to think and what to feel and what to want. We must craft their fears and write their aspirations. So, lucky for them, they have me. They have you.”

 

Within the scholar city of Omeryn, a high elven woman named Nemir made her rounds about The Athenaeum; her library.  She had done this just about every night, when her schedule permitted it, going about the building to ensure all of the tomes on her shelves were in order and cleaned from dust.

 

She eventually neared the entrance to the building, pausing as her gaze fixated upon a certain spot on the floor.  Upon that very spot, the elven woman shared a conversation with a familiar elf of Silver beliefs.  

 

They have you.  The words Silir spoke rang through Nemir’s mind.  She shook her head softly, a low sigh coming from her.

“They do have me,” Nemir muttered to herself. “The good people of Llyria; the inhabitants of Arcas; I am their servant.  I am a scholar for the world.  I am theirs.”

[squakhawk 14043]

“Death to the Impure and death to those who Hide. Our sacred line will not stand for those who take eternity to divert blame onto another. We will see that The Harlot Rosilya be purified in acid to reveal that nothing pure remains of that elf.”

 

Said Anethra, with an unheard of passion and vigor.

[Anseran 53]

“Give it time,” huffed the notorious ‘aheral, blinking to the stars once an unnamed figure read aloud the transcript. Once more, almost a whisper, she’d repeat “Give it time...”