On the Sohaer's Absence: From the Silver Council

[Malaise 1570]

Silver Praxis -- The Sohaer's Absence

as issued by the office of the Okarir'sil on the 10th day of Malin's Welcome, Y24 2A

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It is with great sorrow that we, the Silver Council of Haelun’or, address our blessed and magnanimous state. An illness has befallen our righteous, silver-blooded Sohaer. Othelu Orrar is bedridden, wracked with the worldly poisons he so diligently exorcises for the sake of our race. Fret not, for silver blood is not so easily tarnished. Each and every heavenly cycle sees his strength returned to him. The stars weep cold and soft light upon his windowsill. 

 

Larihei herself has ordained his vitality and resolve. We shall never be abandoned by our supreme leader. 

 

There exist those among you that will emerge now from their haunts, emboldened by the transitory weakness they perceive us to bear. They will wear many faces and go by many names. They will deceive you. They will ask for you to welcome them home in the absence of our supreme leader. We will give them no quarter. We will crush them absolutely. There exists no shortage of instruments, no absence of will that might preserve their wretched lives from our justice.

 

We write now to the seditionists, the republicans, the relics of San’evarir. You will never triumph. You will never again know the grace of Larihei nor the love of your people. Haelun’or stands stronger than ever, a bastion of Silver Law and the sole bearer of Elmaehr’sae Hiylun’ehya. 

 

As decreed by our blessed Sohaer in the moment his illness was realized, the armed forces of Haelun’or shall steward the Silver State in his absence, wielded by the Silver Council. We are united. We will not be broken.

 

 Make no mistake, ye opportunists and vipers. Your hate will amount only to ruin. Your ambitions, death.

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THE IMPURE HATES

AY’LARIHEI

AY’SOHAER

Authored by:

Commander Kiljarys an Iarwaïn

Okarir’sil of Elheial’thilln

 

In accordance with:

Captain Zelios Viradiraar

Okarir’nor of Elheial’thilln

 

First Sergeant Malithor Nullivari,

Okarir’san of Elheial’thilln

 

Corporal Valindra Liavyre

Okarir’maehr of Elheial’thilln

 

Ayliana an Iarwaïn

Okarir’mali of Elheial’thilln

 

Kolvar Uradir

Medi’ir

 

Caledor Laraethryn

Sohaeriate Intelligence Aide

[Ryloth 4321]

 

Haskir sighs as he peruses the missive, eyes watching ravenously that nearby kitchen table. Oh, how sultry that Haelun'orian Beef Eater Burger looked that sat upon the silvery saucer nestled atop the tablecloth. Alas, the Sohaer had eaten one too many Beef Eater Burgers ... and so with a shadowy close did he leave the delectable treat behind. If Othelu had been placed in a coma by the Beef, no longer could he too relish its taste.

 

Grasping a golden carrot from his general store stock, he stows it in the pocket of his jacket, a glistening carrot tip protruding from his attire. Now would he consume only the golden carrot. Now would he remain nourished, saturated only by the finest gold.

 

"Oh, how the impure hates." Haskir muses as he steps from his home, golden sunrays warming his black fur. "Oh, how they taint our beef. Alas ... they can not escape the embrace of purity that is gold."

 

His eyes drift to the column of black-garbed soldiers marching down the main street of the city, a smile donning on his maw. The thunderous footsteps gave him chills, and the smile turned to a wicked grin.

[Narthok 10416]

 

RESERVED 

[Morigung-oog 5697]

"The Sohaer's arduous work has finally caught up to him."

 

The Okarir'maehr noted solemnly, as she received word from the comfort of her own home, delivered by a courier. Her typical glass of legion red sat out on the table before her, with a book on the aspects of purity sat in one gloved hand while she read the missive. 

 

"Under the Okarir'sil's temporary rule, with my logic and prowess, the Silver State shall continue to thrive. Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya!"

[luv 3469]

“Gang, gang.” Elle Laraethryn chimes from her family home.

[rukio 8924]

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News of the Sohaer's sickness would reach Aobh Aldin within the Elysium tavern. Hm. She'd muse idly, looking across the table to her companion. "Unfortunate." She'd say as she slid the piece of parchment across the table to Aleksey. They'd converse a while longer on the topic before, at last, she would conclude with a simple "My sentiments exactly." And thusly depart, back to the clinic. All was well in Elysium. Would all be well in Haelun'or? She could only hope, for they were Norland's ally and obliged yet still in this war. 

[Valannor 6405]

One 'Aleksey' would merely regard the missive in hand as it lingered within that dimly lit tavern, crumpling it 'twixt taloned digits still awash in flaky crimson. It sighed lowly, tossing the parchment to the floor. Murmured henceforth in lowest cant, the sickly leper did thus rasp, that elven utterance croaked in harshest manner of rapturous intent; 

 

"maehr'sae hiylun'ehya."

[SacredSource 397]

Zelios signs his name upon the missive. He leaves the council chambers to head out to the balcony overlooking the main road of the city. The streets before him are continuously patrolled by squads of Sillumiran as resources marked for construction enter the gate.

 

"The apathetic republic withered until it ceased to exist. Let the carcass remain dead. Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya."

[thiccpazuzu 542]

A certain relic of San'evarir takes a deep breath from his balcony overlooking the council building. "May they treat whatever rotting tumor is spreading through Othelu's body with Doc Uradir's snake oils." He says, returning then to his business, undisturbed as ever, remarking only briefly how pathetic the State must be to speak of a regime long gone.

[NightOfTheWind 3226]

A basket of fresh fruit would be delivered a quarter of an elven day after the news was printed.  Hoped to be placed by the Sohaer's bedside via a personal servant, a white card could also be seen nestled within the straw rims of the gift.

"Dear Othelu Orrar, I wish you a speedy recovery.  - Dark Dael."

[King_Kunuk 3025]

Maehrir Dov would put up a sign in the tavern at the Sohaer's Mighty chair. "Until you return oh great leader, your chair shall remain untainted by the bottoms of lesser men and women. May non tarnish it's grandness, less they face the wraith of the loyal sons of Haelun'or"