A PUBLIC CONCERN

[shay 2582]

A PUBLIC CONCERN

 

The Maheral’s address to the Blessed Citizenry of the Silver State of Haelun’or

Issued this 14th of the Deep Cold, 1766

 

 

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Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_X6VoFBCE9k

 

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Mali’thill,

Most Blessed, 

It has come to my attention that, despite my labours preventing the engagement between Miss Evelon Faeliel and Mister Muriel Uradir, the involved pair are scheduled to marry this Elven year. 

The union between Mister Delos Telperion and Miss Nuala Uradir connected Miss Faeliel and Mister Uradir through their respective familial trees, therefore making them but second cousins by marriage.

I ask, as your Malaurir: Have we become so desperate for unions within the blessed bastion that we are willing to look past the roots of otherwise pure familial trees? Have the Uradir become so terrified of extinction that, despite the efforts of the seemingly fertile Okarir’mali, they are willing to further besmirch their otherwise proud and pure bloodline? Have we become so blinded by feelings and lust that we hold no shame in marriages similar to those held by the Valah?

For our entangled Talonnii members, this is a pursuit for validation entirely by the means of an association condemned by your Maheral.

The Uradir Talonnii must not tarnish the reputation built over so many years by the revered Kalenz Uradir. Despite the notable failures of recent members of the Talonnii, still too few compare to the distinguished Uradir. 

The Faeliel Talonnii, however, while small and otherwise irrelevant, must not betray the memory and service of the late Gusten Faeliel.

Although the imperative of reproduction must always be acknowledged, elMaehr’sae Hiylun’ehya must be upheld first and foremost. To allow this union to proceed is to accept blatant impurities within this Blessed Bastion.

As is my duty as Maheral, no such acts shall be blindly accepted within the Silver State. Henceforth, any state support of the union of Miss Faeliel and Mister Uradir shall be revoked, the pair in question subject to mandatory re-education lessons.

Emotions are no excuse to forsake the teachings of Larihei. Let this message reverberate, Mali’thill. Sacrifices must be made for the upholding of our blessed societal standards, lest we fall to the fates bestowed upon those lesser than we. 

 

MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

Maheral, Azorella Elibar’acal

[pkdon 2045]

“You tell them... cousin? Ti! We are not the Horen inbreeds, we are ‘thill! Most disappointing.” Da’ve remarked, strolling around the Elibar’acal manor

[squakhawk 14041]

Anethra looked over the paper with rather distaste, giving a curt frown to such. She looked up and considered some, and attempted to recall Elibar’acal within the city, drawing a blank. 

”The Maheral must be busy with her vacation.” he added, the voice smooth of him smooth and low, almost with a reverb of delay to it.

She pondered and fermented the thought as it festered within her head, thinking then of the Okarir’mali and her accomplishment, then stepping down and throughout the manor. She plucked a thick-spined book from her shelf, and found Nuala tending to her children within the kitchen as they played just outside the window. She gave a curt, complacent smile; familiar to her face in recent times, as she considered her thought and history. She stepped outside The Grand Manor out to her Uradir Fields, where she looked upon the flowing terrain of grasses and wheats. She gave a light smile, to see all she knew and cared for before her; her houseservants tending fields, her guard training along the roads, and her children playing as they pretend and fight. Along the background a silver bastion, which she looked up to with pride. She stepped along and entered her vineyard, laying across the lightly swinging bench as she read her book.

”Let’s see what she’ll play next.”

[Hephaestus 1326]

”It really is rather amusing seeing the mali of today’s Haelun’or making a considerable deal out of the littlest, most insignificant predicaments.”  Vaalyun d’Beaumont scoffed with a conceited smirk, reading through the document in loathing with a shake of head and an exasperated sigh. The elf dragged the cigarette he’d been smoking away from his mouth, pressing the butt of it against a wall, then flicking it away. ”I’d like to see how much lower the Silver State can stoop.”