Summoning of the Malauriran

[ThanksChris 605]

My fellow mali’thill, I am sure by this hour all are familiar with the tragedies that precede this address. our Maheral, the image of Larihei within this city, was assassinated in cold blood this last elven day. Outraged crowds emerged in protest, detaining those perceived to be at fault for the slaughtering of our most blessed. The process of determining which of the Okariran were involved in this foul plot and which are innocent of any wrongdoing is an ongoing one. It is my hope that very few in our Silver City would permit themselves even a single thought of so violently severing what is a part of our connection to Larihei’s will, her traditions, and the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya. 

 

As Azorella’s Maelunir it is now my duty to stand as the Maheral’s acting successor, and in that capacity I do also call for a meeting of the malauriran to settle the matter of her permanent replacement. Minding that many remain concerned of the potential for violence to influence such affairs, the meeting of the malauriran will be a private one, and will take place soon on this elven day. When the matter is resolved I will make a further public announcement.

 

This is a trying time for the Silver State and her people. On that account a reminder is warranted: the pure blood of Larihei’s descendants is precious, and is never to be spilled lightly. I urge that matters are resolved civilly, and without the violence that marks the politics of lesser peoples. These matters can be resolved with investigation and compromise over bloodshed.

 

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Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya

Maelunir and Acting Maheral, Acaele Lazul

[Ankan 2875]

Dimaethor Elervathar finishes his glass of wine and then heads to the Citadel to attend, Iaria Elervathar at his flank!

[CaptainSheepy 317]

 

 

 

A sharp hiss accompanied the rising plume smoke from the humble hearth of the Asul’Ailer home. Ceruberr continued to sit in solemn silence for a moment – a now empty cup of what was stone-cold tea was held loosely within his grasp. His vacant eyes lingered over where the flames once rose. Now all but reduced to a few resilient embers. Without a word he suddenly stood and began making his way toward the door. Before stepping out, he swiftly plucked a deep green cloak which hung nearby and rose the hood to cover his lengthy, silvery strands. 

 

The city was uncommonly quiet and the morning air held a rather apt bitterness. Soft footsteps followed as the verdantly shrouded figure approached the looming citadel. As he reached the gates he paused, inclining his chin. Emerald eyes set deep within the hood regarded those who had already gathered. In a singular, gracious, flourish the cloak was removed and he took a seat.

 

”Malauriran.”

[Talias 177]

Having been summoned before the missive went out, Athedil simply gathered what little he had, and prepared to make a short return to Haelun'or, perhaps it would be a nice change of pace from his life as a hermit.

[Stag 3234]

Iatrilemar Elervathar watches as eight of the malauriran convene. On one side of the table sit Ceruberr Asul’Ailer, Iatrilemar Elervathar, Iaria Elervathar, and Dimaethor Elervathar. Lelien Lazul, Acaele Lazul, Athedil Haler’thilln, and Avern’dionne Adriane occupied the seats opposite of them. Tensions rose and fell under the weight of the decision to be made but in the end it was unanimous.
“May Larihei guide us.”