Unwillingly 11113 Popular Post Share Posted February 7, 2021 [!]Copies of the document are displayed throughout Elvenesse. The Hindrance of ElvenesseWritten by Brother Wildfire Wildfire and Phoenix, overlooking the Hinterlands while they speak about Elvenesse I’ve not yet lived my life long enough to see the sunlit days of the Mali’ame, when our people had risen under one banner, one identity as these books of yore often referenced. They spoke of an age of unity and providence, where others spoke of quaking cannon-fodder beneath the heels of Valah. I felt conflicted as I read the pages. Frustrated even, that I had not yet been alive to witness it for myself, the potential dream of Cernunnos’ fury and compassion of Cerridwen, the summit of what we strove for finally achieved. Had I lived during this age, perhaps I would have found myself victorious in my plights or kneeling under the imposing commands of Valah kingdoms. And what of now? I asked myself, comparing what we once were to what we are now. Elvenesse, the Green Motherland, the home of Mali’ame. It had often been revered as the home of the “Free” Elves by the now lost rat Sylvaeri and his obsessive hatred for Valah and their kingdoms. We may no longer kneel, but instead, we have been reduced to naught but disgusting open-mindedness and tolerance for what we should be driving away — for what we should be renouncing proudly. Tolerance for everything our ancestors have taught us to deny for our own safety. We reject millennia of our teachings in exchange for adopting orcish children above our own, to deny the sacredness of our grounds used to honor our ancestors, to scold those who teach strength to our young, the harboring of degenerates, the mere debate of voidal mages. The potential of our people growing hindered by this seemingly festering disease of acceptance. I had tried to bring change, to spread the teachings of the name of Ilathdyn, of Igne’sae, though the name quickly fell to stagnation — something I often blame myself for. Had I done it differently, perhaps our practices would be widespread among the mali’ame. Perhaps we would not be fragile as the wilted rose whose petals threaten to fall at the slightest disturbance. I had tried, and I had failed, and I feel as though I am failing evermore with my oversight of the Father Circle. We teach Cernunnos’ ways, the respective balance of life and death, the value of warriorship, and internal and external strength. Yet, it is our own acolytes who defend these problematic degenerates, the ones who care not for our sacred practices but would rather abandon our Circle when we do not comply with their objectively contrasting ideas. This matter is made worse when it is dozens of our citizens who scold me when I try to enforce the orcish banishment for their attacks on our people that have persisted for centuries. When our enemies attack during our festivities, maim our women, rob our children, it is I who gets scolded and villainized under the pretense of ignorance and racism when I dare express my distaste for them. How far must this go on for them to finally turn against those who terrorize us? Must we all be slain under the blades of bandits, maimed and irreparably destroyed before we can finally turn against this common enemy? I’ll not feel sympathy for the brigands who murder our people in cold blood — not until they repent for their actions. Despite this, others seem to believe they are deserving of our sheltering, of our love and kinship simply because they have not yet experienced first hand the wrath of these corrupt monsters. This matter is made worse by those who not only scold me for running out our enemies but go so far as to adopt orcish young before even having children of their own. We are a people cursed with infertility, a people who value children dearly, and yet it is socially acceptable to claim motherhood over an orc? I may not have children of my own, though it does not devalue my point, nor do I dare go out of my way to forget the burden we Mali carry. I acknowledge this burden where many others do not. We should strive for growth, to protect and teach our young rather than adopt orcish and Valah orphans in an attempt to integrate them into our culture. Such energy should be spent on our own young — not the monsters who have wanted to watch us burn for centuries, and will want to watch us burn for centuries more. Likewise, it is our very elder mali’ame who fail to uphold these standards we are deserving of. Our young are taught that open-mindedness to our very enemies is acceptable behavior, barely worth a slap on the wrist for each repeated offense. They claim to be priests, upholders of the culture, but it’s nothing more than a sham. Our sacred grove, spat upon by a so-called “green priest” when he attempted to host a lesson of dancing on the sacred lands we value dearly, not just for mere lessons to be taught, without even a request to utilize our grounds before the event. When many of us confronted him for his lack of care or concern, of course, it was not he who could have possibly been wrong, but the rest of us, he seemed to think. He claimed us to be ignorant, disrespectful and left our lands without even an apology uttered to this day. Only hours before writing this I was scolded for the task I gave a dedicant of mine — a task of survival and endurance, to push through the harshest of conditions. While a mother’s concern is understandable, I find it only proof of my claims that it is our young ones who show strength where many of our elder mali’ame do not. Our children are the key to our continuation, and yet, their succession is damaged by these objectively wrong claims. Sometimes I find that it is the children themselves who are taught to practice these vile actions — to befriend our enemies, to protect dark mages and voidal mages, the very people who wish to watch us fall to ruin, who actively destroy what we strive to protect. Of course, this is not to say that all of us are weak-minded and fragile. I respect many mali’ame of Elvenesse, my closest brother Avius, my dedicant Onas, Celiasil, Evar'tir, even if we do not see eye to eye all of the time. Mali like them are what we should strive to be — strong, intelligent, just, and level-headed. Not these pseudo-mali’ame who involve themselves in relationships with orcs and valah, who reject our teachings because they believe our actions go without cause, who contribute nothing to our city, yet act as though I am the criminal when I try to fix these problems that haunt our people. This will become worse if it is not changed. We will reach a point of stagnation once more. Our people will grow fragile, weak, and sensitive, and we will fall into an age of rejection and denial of our teachings, the culture which our ancestors bled and died to protect. We have the potential to be stronger than we’ve ever seen before, and yet, I find this plight halted by arrogant folk who forget our culture in exchange for their own moral beliefs. If we are to return to our roots, become strong once more, I beg of you all to turn away these ridiculous notions of acceptance and forgiveness where it is far from deserved. 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NightcastorKitty 1201 Share Posted February 7, 2021 Upon stepping within the inner city area of the Elvenesse, the female 'ame would casually step into the library area where the small tome would catch her eye. With a grasp of her hand, she would then lift it up to proceed reading the contents until finally taking a deep exhale of breath. "Much of this I share with you, Brother. I and several others witnessed first hand of the vile deeds of those races. Yet still...even with these laws in place, its somehow still allowed to have this occur. Soon half breeds will run amuck because of this lax in judgement while our own get raided, hunted, ears removed, and harassed." she bluntly stated, moving to place the tome back where it was found. "The only disagreement I have is the breaking of bones of an Acolyte for a trial. It simply is a matter of medical knowledge. Bones aren't easy to fix and can permanently cripple a warrior." She then would give a shrug before stepping out of the building to continue on her way. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
NotEvilAtAll 9926 Share Posted February 7, 2021 Filibert Applefoot sighs "Wha'ever comes ou' o' t'is, can yeh folks jus' open yeh're ga'es ah bi' more? Please? T'is rather annoyin' fer us weefolks wishin' ter use yar mines an' tree farms" 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ImCookiie 1909 Share Posted February 7, 2021 "Have we ventured too far into the realm of the Unknown? Lest we find ourselves lost within it." The 'Ame exclaimed to the collection of ancient tomes that surrounded him, albeit choosing to fall silent thereafter — for there was no soul near, to hear the maddened ramblings of the elf. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Juno. 1276 Share Posted February 7, 2021 The voices of nature sang a song of wroth as the Fox Druid read over the missive, heightening so as she saw her son's name in the writing. How long will you let them disrespect you. How long will you defend the ignorant minds of this nation. The words spoke to her in a familiar tone, one dripping with ichor. The priestess turned to the phoenix watching her, and whistled to call it over. She ripped the missive off it's post and wrote a message on the back, handing it to the phoenix and sending it off. Not any longer. 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TwistedFries 426 Share Posted February 7, 2021 Becclain O'Hara-Arvellon, also known as the Mali'tal Hummingbird Druid would have read over the missive swiftly, his eyes scanning across the paper as he lifted a brow in confusion. He'd appear to take a moment, pondering about the words written upon the paper as he let out a heavy sigh. "My Aspects- What the... Hrmm... I do believe this is enough- I won't stand for this anymore" He'd say before going to remove the paper from It's posted spot, crumbling it up in his hand as he tossed it away. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheHeftyDonut 435 Share Posted February 7, 2021 [!] Near the Caracal Druids home within The Mother Grove, natures song would tense up and the voices would become quieter. Renae Arvellon would be sitting in her home reading over this 'notice', her face red with anger as she read over such. The druidess offered a soft, gentle chuckle as she continued to read, now going to sigh tossing the 'notice' into the fire. "A shame, truly..." The 'aheral chuckles as she sat continuing to drink her tea. [!] 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
RaiderBlue 609 Share Posted February 7, 2021 Brother Spore would hum a bit as he prepared some tea inside of his cliffside home; meandering into a chair in front of his fireplace. “My, I certainly didn’t think he’d voice his opinions. But then again it is Wildfire.” The ‘ame brought the cup of tea he held up towards his lips taking a sip, setting the missive to the side. “I suppose I’ll just wait to see what reaction his sparks have on our nation” 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Endaaron 82 Share Posted February 7, 2021 The Phoenix Druid glances over the document, a low growl leaving her throat. Her mind clouds and she soon finds her blade that was once stained with Inferi blood held tight in her hand and her helm within her shaking left hand. Slowly she shakes her head and takes a deep breath, setting both down and taking up her trident and staff, setting the weapon upon her back and using her staff as a walking stick. From there the Arvellon Chieftess leaves her seed hall heading for the gates of Elvenesse and out into the wilds. She finds a quiet place where she sets herself upon a rock and looking over a bubbling stream. The druid closes her eyes for a few moments, allowing the sound of nature to fill her mind as she set her staff and trident across her lap, her hands feeling the contrast of the metal and wood against one another. When she opens her eyes they are filled with her flame like aura, and the blue tattoos that adorn her body light with a soft blue color as the song of nature sings from around her. With a sigh she speaks to no one but the nature around her "As a druid, my loyalty is to nature, the Aspects, and the Mani. As a Mali'Ame I understand their frustration, even hate for the things other races have done to us, though the actions of those that wish us harm should not dictate how we treat the innocent. And the talk of becoming weak? When the Inferi came the other races were our ''Fellow Descendants'' but now they are seen as only enemies, must we be at war to be strong?" She sighs and shakes her head "It doesn't matter, I'll watch this situation and act if I need to, my duties as a Druid come before this" She stops talking and allows herself to slip into a meditative state with nature flooding her mind. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epistile 856 Share Posted February 7, 2021 [!] An unkempt Mali'Ame removed one of the crudely nailed documents from a tree, nodding as he carefully read each word. "About time you redeem yourself for the poor attempt you named Ilathdyn." He crumbled up the document and tossed it to the side of the road, returning to his hut. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
excited 10833 Share Posted February 7, 2021 Somewhere, the Free Elves of Camlannen look upon the notice. It had been carried back by one of their many members and placed upon the table. Kairn analyzed it and then frowned, "The intent is good. The prose? It needs some work. More conciseness. Nonetheless, it is good to see our erstwhile kin promoting reform." Żywiołak - Ballada O Głupim Wiesławie - YouTube 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Potatatoes 168 Share Posted February 7, 2021 Xodorin Arvellon shook his head, frustration clearly painting itself to his complexion. "Preaching for unity before, now this!? Has he have no idea of the hypocrisy that his statements contain?" his voice filled with vexation, taking the paper and crumpling it up. Stuffing it into his pocket before walking off towards his house. Speaking to himself, not caring if anyone else heard his thoughts or statements. "He want's us to act unified but on multiple occasions he talks down to us acting like we're wrong, like we have not the faintest inkling of his actions. He calls for the anger towards the orcs, but in response he redirects his anger to the wrong assemblies of the decedents. He warrants predisposition of anger towards the decedents of Krug. Disregarding the certain reality that not everyone of one race lives in the nation that which primarily houses the particular line of decedents. His call for further measures to be placed against the Orcs is meaningless if he irritates his brothers and sisters of the Amaethea to only cause discord amongst our ranks. A relapse of Irrinor is something we need not. He must act so as not to topple the house of cards upon which his throne of false anger sits." his face was practically red from the irritation, walking into his Seed Hall before approaching the group which had already assembled. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shmeepicus 3942 Share Posted February 7, 2021 Eirosan stopped upon seeing a new notice posted upon a tree. He nodded his head slightly with the words. “Should be parting the Uruk’s head’s from the rest of their foul body rather than giving them refuge where we would see none.” He sighed, leaving the notice where he found it. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Witchring 359 Share Posted February 7, 2021 Elle'nora picks the paper from a post near the gates, reading it as she made her way into the city. A curious brow raised after each sentence. "Our differences may be clear as day, Eir'thall, but this ... This we can agree on." She'd state to herself. The 'ame continued on her merry way, folding the paper and handing it to another citizen as she came by the square. Her staff Asulsae would emit a small pulsing light. "How long will we stand for these injustices? I say, no more. It's time we return to the ways we know." 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kholibrii 978 Share Posted February 7, 2021 Karnath let out a loud sigh as he ripped one of the notices off a board in Elvenesse, reading it as he walked. "It is truly a shame that a man like this is leading a group of Druii, he isn't even fit to teach a fish how to swim!" The 'ame jested to himself as he continued his stroll, reading along through the rest of the notice. "The young Mali who seek to learn of Druidism and the Aspects come to this man, That’s the source of the problem, not these so called weak-minded Mali! Your wretched ideas spread across the nation like an infection! If we were to follow you we’d end up no better than the descendants you hate.” As the ‘ame finished his walk and began to ascend the flight of stairs to his house he shook his head, the contents of the notice still frustrating him. “Your fellow Raithean show that they have the wisdom to lead their fellow Druii and Mali, it’s a shame that it hasn’t rubbed off on you.” The ‘ame entered his house, making his way to a shelf covered with instruments, plucking a flute from a shelf and stepping out onto the balcony. “Perhaps once the source of our infection has been removed we will have peace again.” He’d say as he lifted the flute to his lip, the surrounding area becoming flooded by a beautiful melody. Spoiler 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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