SILLUMIR #138: FIRST EPISODE

[Ankan 2875]

In the shroud of darkness this Amber Cold, 1737, an anonymous ashen skinned Elf approached the Motherland up the winding path through the Silver Forest. The towering spruce were touched by frost in the predawn chill of the North. The Dark Elf kept a well-clothed bundle to his chest, decisively pacing up onto the pristine, somewhat slippery stairs leading up to Lareh’thilln. She rose before him, and lights from candles to combat the dark and fires to fend off the cold shone as a star, urging him forward, promising brilliance and safety.

The elevator creaked and grinded as the carrier was heaved upwards. Beyond the closed gate, the dim lit, usually verdant square lay mostly quiet, light flakes of snow falling upon stone and quartz, making most High Elves linger inside, with book and tea in front of warm fireplaces. Inside the gatehouse stood two armour-clad Sillumiran, the numbers #002 and #442 etched into a metal plaque adorning their chestplates, arms crossed. It had been a slow and silent day at the gate. Silence was good. Peace. 

The Dark Elf approached slowly, tapping his gloved black hand on the dangerously cold iron bars of the gate, clearing his throat to get the attention of those in the gatehouse. Without a word, the gate lifted. The Sillumiran stepped up to the window separating them and the presumed visitor. Slumbering questions in a robotic, routine way were directed, but not replied to. The Dark Elf retained his anonymity, hood over hair, only with a vague profile peeking out. He took a step backwards, leaning down towards the stone underfoot, gently placing the bundle in his arms to rest. He rose again, exchanging a few silent glances with the Sillumiran through the window, then turned on his heel, swift on his feet moving out of the gate, bound for the elevator.
 

 

 

 

The Sillumiran stepped out of the gatehouse from which they had operated from, quickly approaching the draped ball left before them. A soft whimper, peaceful and delicate, escaped it, rendering the guards to halt. Thin short locks of silver hair on white, pure, unscatched skin, beckoned #002 and #442 forward. The newborn High Elf tore away their doubt and hesitation, a curious surge of confidence igniting the guards’ courage, and this new Son of Silver was brought inside.

 

Though record and parents gone, the ancient force and spirit lived vividly in the child. Born anew at the arrival to the Motherland, adopted to be an example for all:

Sillumir #138: Born to serve

 

[Knox 1029]

#066 Took hold of the infant, taking him to his quarters.

 

"Welcome, you will be called #138. We expect great things from you. You've been born into dangerous times, a sharp mind will be key to survival. But as often as not, it will be your physical inheritable traits that win the day, and in this regard, you'll be superior to your comrades. For you are a Sillumir, one to be part of ARC, something truly special.”

 

Watched as the oem’ii glared towards him, lying in his crib.

 

"With your birth comes a solemn vow, you will have nothing, your privilege is the dirt. In the darkness, only ambition will guide you. The oath you swear, the promises you make, are yours and yours alone. Your freedom will be the wars you end, your entitlement, the pain that you endure. Rest easy, little oem’ii"

[Ankan 2875]

Spoiler

 

Sohaer Dimaethor Elervathar took a break in his studying (and drinking) to go check on the Sillumiran in the barracks..

[Demented_Delila 1248]

The Head Physician quietly cooes at the little baby when she stands in the barrack’s nursery, all too smitten with the wee lambie with his golden crown and purple hues so full of wonder and curious all the same. She vows silently to call him “Lamb” as his name, after all. He would be the Blessed Son of Silver, a Sheep to guide a flock one day. She sets the toys she’d brought him aside and checks him over once more.

 

”Wee little lamb, so blessed and pure: pity he born into this wretched life without knowledge of the family who called him their own. Lamb... you shall be safe, Sixty Six loves you more then he does anything else, even if you are to follow such a life as his.”

 

She’d speak to the babe, tucking him in properly and checking him for fever or chill. She departs quietly as Sixty Six steps off to tend to the gates.

[pkdon 2045]

“Sixty-six, six and one-one-seven. Your parents from now on #138. You shall be the finest trooper that has graced our ranks. Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya!”

 

[!] An artists portrayal of the Sillumiran parents.

 

https://gyazo.com/d1fb72bb13ab0752dd7949441e39d21a

 

 

[MadOne 4945]

Dixie is appalled by the dehumanisation and the use of child soldiers by the elven army to opress the proletariat!

[ryno2 1285]

9 hours ago, MadOne said:

Dixie is appalled by the dehumanisation and the use of child soldiers by the elven army to opress the proletariat!

Officer Grudgebeard quietly plans the liberation of Haelun’or and the destruction of the Elgur ethnostate 

[Venomous_Voop 489]

2 minutes ago, ryno2 said:

Officer Grudgebeard quietly plans the liberation of Haelun’or and the destruction of the Elgur ethnostate 

Da Comrade!

[Vermy 1484]

Sulraell shook his head a few times from left to right ”So n-now they a-are even brainwashing b-babies..?”