THE ATTEMPTED SUBVERSION OF SILVER

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THE ATTEMPTED SUBVERSION OF SILVER

Issued from The Sohaer’s Official Office, Drafted by the Haelunorian Emergency War Council

The 9^th of The Grand Harvest, 1735

 

 

 

I ADDRESS THE SILVER STATE OF HAELUN’OR AND HER BLESSED CITIZENRY;

 

The Mali’ame of the Forest Realm of Irrinor have broken the Alliance of Affinity and attacked Haelun’or.

Make no mistake: WE ARE AT WAR. The Mali’ame have made their intention clear by their denouncements, their declarations and savage murders of Haelunorian and Orenian diplomats alike. They have chosen this path, and will pay the just price for it. The rabid dogs’ cowardly tactics, slaughtering defenseless diplomats, will be met with the only appropriate reaction. The dogs will be put down, their molding forest to ashes.

 

Children of Silver, keep our honour alive. The ancient creed; maehr’sae hiylun’ehya, is worthy of defending. Without it, we are no better than the Mali’ame. For much too long have they oppressed us, a vain attempt to subvert the Blessed. We turn to the east, shield and sword raised, and pledge to end this injustice, this time once and for all. Through our unity come power, and from that our chains will be broken.

 

Man the walls and fan the flames. Uhieran and Sillumir alike; eyes and ears open. The Darkness will not take us. The Haelunorian Total Defence will stand.

 

ALL RISE TO DEFEND THE MOTHERLAND 

AY’MAHERAL IARIA ELERVATHAR, AY’LARIHEI

MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

 

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