THE BLESSED DIARCHY ON WAR AND THE TILRUIR'TIR

[Ankan 2875]

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In the robe, endowed by additional jewelry and adornments, iconic for the Sohaer in wartime, Dimaethor Elervathar approached the gathering in the square. A Sillumir on each flank, a faint smile which certainly asserted his confidence and collected state. He lifted a hand, hazy sapphire orbs sweeping the square, settling on all and on one. The exquisite Nakamachi silk shifted like waves on a peaceful sea, reacting to all of the Elervathar’s movements. He tapped his heel on the stone underfoot, addressing the High Elves:

 

My Children – Blessed Citizenry..

 

I address you with heavy heart, having had wept to the unfortunate circumstances brought upon us once again. I have been Maheral, then Sohaer, during nothing less than six draining war campaigns. We remember the Alderyni betrayal, with the Elven Union founded and lashing out towards us in fear of our evergrowing progress. We remember the War of the Two Emperors, when the Haenseti Horde joined forces with the Wyvrun Cultists, stating intention to annihilate our peaceful dominion. We live long lives, Mali’thill, to which bitterness and resentment is lethal. We forgave the Marnan States, as we did the Mali’fenn, and now the Mali’ame of Irrinor. To break an eternal cycle of oppression and violence.

 

The era of isolation has long passed. On clear days, you can see most nations of the realm from the towers of the Motherland. We can dream away, raise our walls taller, add another layer of bars to the gates, but the realm and the descendents beyond them will not go away. We must not invite trouble, or waste more lives on muddied besieged fields far away, but we must be rational: what happens elsewhere is often relevant to the security of our own dominion. We shall not fight their wars, defeat their foes, but we shall see to Silver and Sovereignty being assured over all. We will continue to defy the barbaric practices of the warmongering lesser.

 

But the Tilruir’tir #066 spoke. He called for betrayal before an order had even been issued. A crime against the Constitution and Silver Law, to undermine the authority of the Blessed Diarchy, which constitutes the pure foundation of the Silver State. The Tilruir’tir #066 is summoned to stand trial for his misconduct, failure to adhere to both Constitution and Sillumir hierarchy. The traitors shan’t be able to pluck any Silver Lilies. Due to the urgent nature, and severity of the crime, the Silver Trial is to commence this Elven Day.

 

Voice your opinions, Blessed Citizenry, let a thousand flowers bloom, but to call for deviation from the course mapped out by the Constitution of our Silver State will be punished accordingly to the Silver Law. My office is open for you.

 

And with a last: maehr’sae hiylun’ehya, the Sohaer concluded his speech, retreating to the Silver Citadel to test a new vintage of Visaj Red.

[UmbreScye 535]

Uppori Visaj had not been around for the previous announcement #66 made to the Sillumir, but she was fortunately able to attend the Sohaer’s speech. She had begun by writing a letter, preparing for the trial that was soon to be executed by the Diarchy. She frowned within the own confines of her room, seeming rather distraught by this turn of events, but remained silent.

[Knox 1029]

Sixty-six received the Sillumir who had entered his office, informing him that he was to stand trial for his failure to adhere to the constitution and Sillumir Hierachy. 

 

“So be it.” he responded, rising to his feet to prepare himself for the events that were to come.

[pkdon 2045]

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[luv 3469]

Amorette Blondelle would frown as the news arrived to her. Lowering her gaze and shaking her head briskly would take up a moment of time before she spoke, having now collected her thoughts. “I pray, for the sake of the accused... For Dimaethor’s as well, I would hope no one in the Motherland would be so ungrateful as the turn on the man who finally got the flowers blooming... The audacity.”

 

[Vermy 1484]

Sulraell stared at the reflection of his frowning face at the edge of the newly constructed fountain ”Q-quite peculiar t-that the only ‘tin man’ with a s-semi clear v-vision gets p-punished for s-sharing his opinion...” he mumbled to himself as the reflection of his face faded away as he gently stroke his hand through the shallow water ”A-after all aren’t we s-stimulated to s-share our opinion as w-written in this m-missive..?” Sully lifted himself from the edge of the fountain and slowly strolled off ”I n-never got a-along with this #066 b-but his just c-courage will resemble a n-new age for the Mali’thill... he shortly paused, drawing breath as he walked up the stairs ”A diarchy f-focussed on the n-needs of o-our own.. and l-less on those of o-ones beneath us...”