TO TEACH THEM OBEDIENCE: ORPHÉE DE BEAUVAIS

[Ankan 2875]

 

 

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TO TEACH THEM OBEDIENCE

ORPHÉE DE BEAUVAIS

Issued from The Office of the Blessed Diarchy

The 11^th of The Amber Cold, 1742

 

 

 

A quiet and anticipating Blessed Citizenry had gathered in the Silver Citadel. The halls flickered in the lights of candles and fires, reflecting on the petals of white lilies arranged in beautiful bouquets for the occasion. The leader of Auvergne; Orphée de Beauvais arrived at the gate of Lareh’thilln on paths shrouded by soaring spruce, cutting through the Silver Forest. 

 

Sohaer Dimaethor Elervathar received the dignitary with a wide, faux-smile. He extended an arm in the entering party’s direction, greeting them as the allies they thought themselves to be. The Orphée de Beauvais, clearly oblivious to what was to come, expressed his great gratitude for the welcoming. Gifts exchanged, and the Sohaer finally made his announcement.

 

Orphée de Beauvais had broken all statutes and traditions, all Mali’thill and surely Canonist creed. He had pursued and assaulted a High Elven child, with intention to bring her to his bed chamber. He was to be punished to the full extent of the Silver Law.

 

The sharp cliffs below Lareh'thilln were coloured in a thousand hues of red, of corpses of the corrupt guards who had stood at the criminal Roy's flank, fallen to the merciless Sillumiran in a decisive dance of death. In a display of determination and devotion of maehr'sae hiylun'ehya to the purpose of the protection of Elven children in the face of increasing Human violence, Orphée de Beauvais was sentenced to branding by serious mutilation of his body.

 

 

In a realm post-Imperial pure hegemony, the responsibility of safeguarding our own is evergrowing heavy. May this High Elven LECTURE OF OBEDIENCE ring in the ears of all nobles and peasants who believe themselves to be above the ‘thill or beyond our reach. Harm my children, and you shall meet your justified end.

 

 

ALL RISE TO DEFEND THE MOTHERLAND 

AY’MAHERAL IARIA ELERVATHAR, AY’LARIHEI

MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

 

 

On behalf of the Blessed Diarchy,

 

Sohaer

Dimaethor Elervathar

[Mescaffier 6197]

“Maehr’sae Hiylun’eha,” Celia murmured, remembering last month’s events- of listening to the man’s crimes, and then, watching him punished. Glancing to the parchment, she realized she had been included in the last picture and beamed. What an honor!

[Demented_Delila 1248]

    Lips quirk, eyes full of fire, ears twitch and fingers drum upon her desk. The Frog’s stalking of precious Anya had ignited the ferocity of a lioness, of the wolf deep within her soul. She had held Anya in her parlor when the youth had spoken of the events, smoothed down her hair and wiped away her tears. She had promised Anya a jar with the man’s heart in it... but a jar with his awful blue eyes in it shall do just fine. The young high elf deserved much better then this and it enraged her as if a dying sun lived within her heart to know what he had done. 

 

“Choke on your wine, choke on your blood- Whichever comes first, you disgusting fiend, I hope Hell is hot enough to scorn you further then we ever did. Rot, while you’re at.”

 

She says of nobody in particular in her office. She was alone.

[ronin_champloo 5951]

“yikes buddy, no means no.” remarks stevius

[rukio 8924]

“A fate worse than death, most deserving of someone who would hurt my childhood friend.” Marlow would murmur upon hearing the news.

[FlemishSupremacy 6115]

Elathion frowns deeply, and considers once again picking up the sword and making the roads unsafe for the impure!

[pkdon 2045]

Richard waves in the direction of Haelun’or, having not been killed!

[Conqueror 424]

 

Kai' Mufðmai arch back in disgust at the news, his ears flattening against the back of his head. “Kai’ iws nawt dawt sawpriased dawt aw huwmawn wuld cowmit sawch howribble auwctions.”