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To the Children of Silver


lemonke

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[!] Missives flutter around the streets of the silver state, ready to be read!

 

We call her the purest amongst our kin. We call her the beacon of purity. Maheral. Maheral is there to guide, teach and rule her people. It is her job to ensure the purity of our kin. Most importantly, it is her job to follow Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya. Especially to share her wisdom and not to withhold it from her own subjects. Maheral Iaria Elervathar has but failed in all of these. She has but failed her own people, failed to defend them. She has done nothing but shown how mean she truly is and how little she cares for the well-being of her people. She is but gliding on her fathers name, Malaurir Iatrilemar Elervathar. Thus I call you, Brothers and Sisters of Silver, to join me in the fight to remove the Maheral from power. AND, to replace her with someone who truly cares and who truly is there for her people.

 

 

OOC: not written(i’ve nothing to do IC about it) by me but due to meta this was done/posted  by me

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“The ramblings of a tainted before their rightful and justified disinfection through acid.” Sohaer Dimaethor Elervathar commented as he had a copy be brought to him in their new office.

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Azorella sits within the confines of the Maehr’tehral manor, which she definitely didn’t break into, a frown spread across her pallid features as she promptly tosses a missive into the roaring hearth “quite mouthy, the ‘ata” she comments before rising to search for tea

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Haskir quirks a stark black brow at the strange missive, “Ztupheed.” He collects the parchment to wipe his mouth at his spaghetti dinner later this evening.

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“The Maheral must’ve slighted her inferiority, or someone is exceptionally upset and looking for a lovely person to single out- funny.” 
Anethra said, looking over the note. 

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"I do agree with the Maheral being rather absent lately and leaving letters unanswered. But that she has failed her own kin?" Nuala Dorberos would comment

"Llir, I urge you to stop with this non-sense" The elfess let out a sigh

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Aradia Soulheart, daughter of a long erased Haelunorian heroine paused in her toil to read the missive as it was passed around under the torchlight. It would soon be pulled from her filthy hands, laughter replacing the sounds of picks for a while.

 

She would sit in her bed after the day’s work was complete, body exhausted but mind racing as she stared at the tattered gray banner. Moreso, the silver crest that decorated it. Maybe a visit wouldn’t hurt.

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