Ito Karinah'siol: The New Silver City

[Nen 246]

 

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To the people of Haelun’or,

Lareh’thilln is no more. Nor is Lin’evarel, nor the aged Cihi’thilln refounded by Malaurir Astóre.  And so the indifferent cycle of history repeats itself, and the material testaments of our higher civility have been once again destroyed. Yet we, Mali’aheral, still are. Deity or demon, man or uruk, many have tried to bend our will; all have failed. Silver stands unbroken. The feeble whims of fate are naught in the face of our eternal adherence to the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya; if destiny wishes us to fall we will simply stand. 

 

I write to you, citizens and friends, in celebration of this persistence. After an arduous journey our ships have made landfall on a temperate island, which our cartographers have determined to lay at the center of a great bay alongside the continent’s eastern coastline. The sun rises here on a new capital, and we begin the lengthy path towards reconstruction. Let the blue and silver of Haelun’or fly high for all to see, casting wide its shadow of liberty and republic, science and prosperity. It is time for us to venture forth. To progress. To Karinah’siol.

 

                                             Signed by the Sohaer of Haelun’or,

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[frankdh 2255]

 

[Sorcerio 4595]

A youthful, yet worn elf stands alone upon the ramparts of the ivory bastion, his gaze set towards the Eastern Sun. "The Lone Sunrise... a fitting name, perhaps. But take heed, Haelun'or, will this dawn lead us to a new, prosperous age; or does it instead herald the inevitable dusk of tradition? After all, Silver may be tarnished still..." he uttered grimly at that, beginning to then descend down the steps and into the city.