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The following document is submitted to the Eternal Library for public viewing.


Do you, reader, seek to understand the ancient history of the Elibar’acal lineage? Perhaps you hope to peer into the antiquity of the first Silver Elves. This missive will touch on both. It is evident to me that we as a culture have drifted radically from our tradition whilst resting on those very same laurels to justify ourselves to friend or foe. Speaking of the Maer’sae Hiylun’ehya is nothing without knowing the foundation that has defined it. The Elibar’acal chronicles offer a glimpse into this past. You will undoubtedly find utility in this period piece, whether you are of my blood or not. 


But for those Elibar’acal who dare to read onward,

The past defines your family, and you cannot hope to escape it.


Irulan Elibar’acal




“I am content to let you burn, elf. Your peoples’ knowledge means more to me than your obeisance ever shall.”

Azdromoth chides Aiera Sullas during an Inferi assault upon Haelun’or, 1791


The Elibar’acal Talonnii were present with the ancient lineages whence the archetypal Haelun’or rose in Asulon. The intrigue of our family is commonly thought to have begun with Athri Elibar’acal’s purveying of Fi’hiiran’tanya. Many see this as the beginning of the Golden Owl’s exploits. However, this ‘anti-magic’ was instead the result of an accumulating divergent thought.


The Elibar’acal of yore never aligned synchronously to the popular thought of Haelun’or. These progenitors took the dictates of Silver Law to its absolute extremes; they sought in study or debate to explore the concept of purity to its farthest reaching logical conclusion. Mali’aheral debate has always been encouraged within the confines of correct thought within silver society. The Elibar’acal Talonnii rarely fit inside. As such, they were an insular group, seeking long excursions beyond the silver walls to practice their methodology and escape the rigours of confinement. They were silver through and through - but some thought is better practiced outside the scrying eye of society.


The Elibar’acal family returned with strange things to say and even stranger words. Their sentiment against voidal magic had always been an unconscious tremor in Haelun’or society. Now, formal methodology began to surface amongst the relatively few Talonnii members, and even rumors of dark secrets began to pair alongside these new findings. It would not be until much later that the thilln discovered what I had all those years ago.


One may think of some visceral, illogical fear of magic whenever the word “Elibar’acal” comes to mind. Yet, in these olden days, it was only voidal magic that grew a contentious rift between my kin and the rest of our society. There was no single mali’thill in Lin’everal who approved of the worship or use of deitical magic. These beliefs were not based in superstition. Instead, they were founded on tentative self-preservation that marred much of Haelun’or past.  The worship of spirits or gods was as forbidden as any other violation of silver law. They understood that if this law was broken, everything they sought to preserve would be vulnerable to loss.


There is nothing rational about self-preservation. No empirical perspective can dole out why one group should survive and the other should perish. This reason left with Malin. This world is only just a still frame where many actors pass through - some pass briefly, and some linger for a great time. Some stay forever. We can rationalize why our practices ensure the best life lived, but there is no reason left for why the Mali’aheral must carry the existential elven burden.


We preserve our kind because our being cannot help but demand it. We love the Mali'aheral because we are compelled to. This is the only emotional reasoning that I will allow to this philosophy. The mali'aheral build monolithic walls, reject outsiders, and scrutinize any change to protect our own. We foster mali'aheral children with an intensity that lasts far past adolescence; we treasure our own kind with the dearest diligence. 


Aenguls, daemons, or anything between do not care for the afforementioned values. And yet, modern Mali'aheral will welcome these gilded deities into their hearts and bind their eldritch creeds across silver scrolls and dwellings. They surrender their life and ties their souls to this outside, wayward cause, and proclaim that they have retained their free agency. They have not. There is no act of greater pride and arrogance than to surrender your life to something incomprehensibly more cunning and powerful than you. Nothing is more impure than rendering your immortal life in another being’s cause. 


The deities of this world are as old as time itself. However, they are not immune to its nature. They, like all other living things, are bound to a purpose. A foolish descendant believes that their own aspirations can align to a deity’s vision. It is never so. These mali become pawns in their ethereal schemes. Time will elevate them with a greater strata of power in this celestial domain, only to fade further and further from their normal recognition. Time only renders these lost souls as twisted caricatures of the spirit that inhabits them.


When Malin abandoned our race, many mali were quick to turn to a vestige of authority. Malin had failed to instill the self-reliance needed to sustain the elves across an immortal lifespan. Our ancient Mali’aheral recognized this plight. Silver law is a codex made by the Mali’aheral, taught by the Mali’aheral, and only applicable to our likeness. The fair elves of silver chose themselves. All else, barred by city walls and strict law, may as well not have existed. Observe the permanent state of adolescence that the mali’ame dream within, or the black and twisted violence that cursed the mali’ker, and tell me that they have found a better way.


The silver elves of Haelun’or have held the Maer’sae Hiylun’ehya since time immemorial. How much longer will you watch your kindred shout these words in our streets, only later to turn and bow beneath the altar of dragons and wicked patrons?




“Ever sift sand through a screen? We Elibar’acal sift mali’aheral to find the Thilln.”

Athri Elibar’acal remarks to Salazar, his young nephew, whilst surveying the lake of Lin’everal.


There was a dangerous contradiction growing in the subconscious of the ancient Mali’aheral citadel of Lin’everal. The defiant pride of our ancestors enabled them to throw off the shackles of religion and embrace the infinite capabilities of an immortal society. It was this same hubris that persuaded an entire culture into thinking that this void could be replaced by the conjurings of their own mind.


The early masters of Fi’hiiran’tanya came to a shocking discovery when the art was first practiced. They discovered that Fi’hiiran’seth, the voidal counterpart of ‘anti-magic’, and Fi’hiiran’acalae, the aenguldaemonic counterpart of ‘anti-magic’, were virtually identical in study and practice. They found nothing different when a pillar of light was snuffed out by their twin mists, voidal or religious in origin. This led to one conclusion: their origins were the same.


The Elibar’acal were horrified to realize that the magical armageddon routinely wrought upon the Descendants was drawn from the same source that their fellow mali’aheral used to conjure mere fireballs and wards. My kind freed themselves from the dictates of gods, only to instead tap into the terrifyingly deep and black well of their power.


As a result, we have been consistently destined to unveil the dread that lies between the far veil of our realms. Voidal monsters that emerge from the chasmous deeps, or tears of our reality’s fabric into depths not understood; these are the result of that which we do not know, and still deign to reach.


This is the contention that my Elibar’acal kin made in those early days. If it is prideful to assume that one will never be the pawn in a deity’s machinations, the logical conclusion extends to the personless monolith of the Void. If you are too weak to discern your will and being from that of a greater power, how can you hope to understand the greatest of it all? What have we abandoned in the process?


Many Mali’aheral aspire to master the void from an early age. It has been the zenith of academic rigour for as long as mali’aheral have kept standards. But as soon as an elf begins to learn of the void, they have effectively removed themselves from the study of their own world. Everything evolves through the lens of voidal conjuration. This elf deserts their native realm for something they know not. The result is always the same.


A master mage is rarely content with the fruits of their labor. Decades, even centuries of toil manifest into a brief spectacle of brilliance, before the fragility of their frame wracks their constitution and rends them exhausted. This master mage will always search for the greatest state of knowledge and the latest discovery of power that they can claim for themselves. It will never suffice. In the end, they are more often than not left all the same: tired, hungering, and empty.



“Go and call to your broken gods. You will find no response.”

Valmuel Elibar’acal taunts a wood elf after severing her connection to the Aspects.


The art of Fi’hiiran’tanya was cultivated then as a mockery to this long held standard. Athri Elibar’acal and his kin reached into the same realm of magic as his adversaries and conjured the antithesis to centuries of study and discipline. He not only sought to debase the mages’ ideas through debate, but through literal practice.


What these magi have failed to see is the reality they had been inhabiting the entire time. There lies, in this present moment, a profound depth of knowledge and acuity left to master in the waking world. The sheer amount of objects, flora, and fauna overwhelm any single man, elf, or library. Much more are the social fundamentals that tie society together. 


Further yet is the mastery of the self, the complete control of the senses, and the sharpness to tell friend from foe. These abilities are not a given to the mali’aheral. We are fortunate to live long enough to master these mysteries of the world. Far too quickly do we instead turn to this void’s gratification and find cheap tricks at the end of a long road.


Perhaps you have gleaned some value from these words. I know they undoubtedly affront your sense of truth and fiction. This is expected. Sit and still your mind. Evade the temptation of things beyond your knowledge, and instead attune yourself to the reality that is.


This is the meaning of the Elibar’acal owl. We have valued vision as the primary virtue of our family before anything else. But this ability is not natural. Just as the moon cycles the luminosity of the stars, my kin may never have had the conditions align to experience this mastery of prescient vision. We have much to discover as a family, and as a people.


Time will reveal all.


The document is numbered, as though there were more of this likeness to be written.

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