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"Death to the impure!" Calls a toga wearing 'thill!

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Niënor Nullivari looked over the shoulder of Adreniel and changed some of the words here and there. "No, you need to write -- here just give me the paper." she said, writing a few extra passages.

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"May the 'ata perish!" The young elf simply laid back atop the roofs of Elcihi. 

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ABANDON YOUR GODS

So you may
ACHIEVE PHYSICAL PERFECTION

Which will help
STRENGTHEN YOUR MIND

That allows you to
SEEK GREAT KNOWLDEGE

 That will allow you to
TRUST IN YOUR KIN

WE ARE MALI'THILL
WE ARE PURE

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"maehr'sae hiylun'ehya." smiled the Puritan Okarir'san, a brightness along her features - it seems that in her short time as Okarir'san, the Haelun'orian Printing Press had been hard at work: certainly, a success! The Tillun'sae would keep this neatly folded in her pocket, to present to any liberal 'aheral she might come across in her day. She seemed most pleased indeed with the increased vigor and enthusiasm for purity and progress - now, all they needed was a working acid pit..

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"Ah, purity, of course. A thing often sought after though unfortunately seldom accomplished within this world of impurity. Everything under the sun, from the stars to the trees to the very walls of our Silver City are impure. And only in this filth may we transcend the boundaries that the maker of impurity has confined us in." Spoke Saevel, a philosopher.

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"Lessers, huh?" he paused for few minutes thinking about something and then whispered to himself "An interesting path we will have in future." he'd pause once more for a few moments smiling "Who'd be first though?" he simply said.

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Khoris feared for the impure that would suffer, but she knew that it must be done. The mali'thill stared upon the poster before swiftly lowering her head and silently uttering.

 

"Death to the impure, may your poor souls finally rest."

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"MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA!!"
cries a certain pure elf upon notice of the aforementioned.
"Through the great cull shall come enlightenment!"

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"Hmm. It would seem someone has the right ideas. I can't wait to see what comes of this" an elfess would comment as she sipped a cup of tea reading the missive.

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Laurir Caerthynna Visaj applauded her husband's work, nodding thrice over as he recited the words upon parchment "You have written beyond your years, husband. Certainly words that will inspire years to come."

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"Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya. . ." Uttered a silver-haired elf, brimming with pride at his cousin's declaration.

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"Mali'thill are bound to their status. However, Larihei does not advocate for schisms. Lest our kin be reminded of Nelecar and the fracture of Haelun'or, centuries ago. Our Citadel breathes in harmonious unification. We cannot tarnish the State in mindless, hopeful thoughts." The Elervathar admitted to the few persons that surrounded her, unable to conceal the evident arrogance the Woman had bound herself to. At that, she adorned a dulled expression— then occupied by the delusions of her past, twisted and weaved into tales of monsters and madness. Elesia shifted a singular index-finger to rub at her exhausted features, dark circles visible beneath her seclusion. Once departing from the dim Citadel, azure gaze squinted at the sun-light that beamed onto her, the Elervathar daughter realised change was inbound.

 


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