The Sillumirans thoughts.

[Knox 1029]

[!] #066 stood with his hands clasped behind his back at the gate of el’cihi, #138 by his side, addressing the Sillumir standing at attention before him.

 

“I stand before you all today, my comrades in arms. This speech is not addressed to the Diarchy, or to the 'thill. Rather... to you, my weeping blades, we who weigh the burden of carrying out our Diarchys bidding.

 

This speech is not one to make Morsgrad or Haense look like paragons of virtue, I am sure both nations have justifiable reasons to declare war on one another.

 

Today, however, I wish to speak to you all about a very real struggle that we are facing here within Laureh’thilln. A few years back, there was a real promise of hope, with the disbanding of the Republic and the formation of Elervathar Diarchy.

 

Then, however, came the buildup in Irrinor, and we participated in the onslaught against Krugmar, another war that concerned us not. Shortly after that, we are called to mediate the clash between Emperor Peter III and Godfrik, why?  I knew at that point the ancient way of seclusion was dead, I knew at that moment that the wars our allies caused would ultimately inflict consequences upon ourselves, whether it be through our 'thill ne longer believing in the Elervathar Diarchy or through death on the field of battle, or on the roads for being dragged into a conflict that concerned us not.

 

We are dragged into conflict despite having dire troubles back home, the struggling economy, the integration of the Kha into the city, the blood mage threat that continuously looms. 

 

It is clear for me, having seen both sides of the argument that this war will eventually have a devastating effect upon our 'thill. The roads will ne longer be safe for them to roam, my mal’onns and malii’mals will be forced to fight in a war that does not concern them. I cannot remain silent in the sight of such warmongering events. Ne more I say, our duty to Laureh’thilln, not some lessers war.

 

I wager that very shortly you will receive orders from supreme command to prepare for war, I implore you not to.

 

That is all, dismissed.“

 

 

[Salvo 1852]

“HOW DO YOU DO, FELLOW HIGH ELVES?” asks Tankred, high elf of pure Haelunorian stock.

[UmbreScye 535]

Faemystu Uveyna would have skipped out on the Sillumir meeting, but was watching the entire encounter from a nearby bench. She squinted at the group, taking in a smoke out of her pipe quickly. She practically choked on the smoke in her lungs once she heard some of the last comments #66 made. “Wait wait wait, so he’s saying to disobey the orders of the Okarir’tir and the Diarchy?” She squinted, and let out a hearty laugh, elbowing a nearby ‘aheral in a humorous manner. “That’s absurd, and practically asking for a death sentence. It’s gotta be a joke right?” She laughed again, but then her face grimaced as she realized that #66 was being honest.

[Kenzo74 755]

Aerendyl Lor’demar would, once the speech was done and the Sillumiran dismissed, walk into the changing room. Sitting down, the elf grabbed his silver helm by it’s ivory antlers and removed his mask, a melancholic smile lining his lips as he stared at the helmet and muttered solemly “Diraaran'ayla annilnan ahereyae. Van il’maehr...”

[squakhawk 14038]

An Uradir brewed in a silent agreement.

[Harold 3386]

Prince Hadolph Tundrak II with a false unibrow, fake ears, moustache, and fancy hat, nods and claps in the crowd in agreement.

[Vermy 1484]

Sulraell slowly shook his head up and down a few times ”Finally a t-tin man w-with a non-idiotic v-vision...”