TO BE THE LIGHT ON THE HILL AND THE RAGING FIRE THAT SWALLOWS ALL

[Johann 1399]

"Harkens back to my first proclamations.", spoke Arelyn Iyathir in some distant and sequestered retirement residence.

 

"..Progress, Health and Tradition, let us never forget the deeds of our forebears and honour them through the deeds of our present. Perhaps I ought to return."  

[Nectorist 7347]

Philip Amadeus watches his new acquaintance from afar.

[Shiredom 1545]

"Oh, that's nice, real nice." Peralien says, for once not in a sarcastic tone. "We need Haelun'or to return to it's greater state."

[Songwitch 1438]

Over yonder, within the hills of the Northern tundra, the bellowing and bewitched cackling of a 'Thill were so to spay forth and unto the frozen horizon entailed by such environment. Followed by crazed and ineloquent muttering, the aforementioned 'Thill rendered such rescinded and so annulled. From within her vessel therein cooed, "Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya... For true purity is to be woven upon at last!" Undine retorted, preparing for travel.

[TreeSmoothie 4857]

"Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya," murmured some behemoth elfess, hunched over a desk of potions.

[Hermit_Jack 513]

A certain halfing would be relaxing atop a bale of hay in his burrow "T'ese bigguns sure do 'ave some fanceh wordin'" seems he was either oblivious to the meaning, or was too care-free to worry about it.

[Proddy 2242]

"Let the die be cast." murmurs a particular Visaj by the name of Athilius, ruminating over the missive over a glass of red wine. Arising from his seat, he quickly returns to work at his makeshift forge. It was a sword he avowed in promise to Adreniel, and a sword he shall have...

[thesmellypocket 1839]

"Pius of Sutica did nothing wrong." A young Canonist man says. "Faithfulness to a moral code proceeds from love of God and neighbour, not a list of rules." 

[The Great Mongol Khan 1091]

"When will somewhere tell these 'thill, that the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice", ponders a Mali'ker.

[Farryn 812]

Athanas listened as news of the proclaimation spread. The one armed high elf shaking his head as he leaned back in his home, alone and sipping a cup of tea. "At the end of the day, we all bear crimson blood, we shed the same tears, and we all meet death when our journey is all said and done. Tradition dictates one race is greater than others, but any wise man would know traditions are meant to be broken and reforged anew if it means keeping up with the days and the ever-changing times. Those who dwell within the past are doomed to remain there if they do not change. Afterall, most forget that perfection is unachieveable, we will forever have flaws despite the many attempts to fix them or convince ourselves otherwise. An alchemist can attempt to create the purest of potions but it impossible as there will always be a flaw with it. True purity itself is impurity, as we're all just ants within the dirt while the greater powers above see no indifference between us all,"

 

"Maehr lye’n, nae chul narn nor olmet," he says simply before going to down the rest of his drink.

[Tulan 443]

On 7/27/2021 at 1:17 PM, The Great Mongol Khan said:

"When will somewhere tell these 'thill, that the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice", ponders a Mali'ker.

"I have pondered on exactly that, llir. True purity comes in Mali'ker supremacy." Another Mali'ker chimes in. "Too long have we watched our cousins call for purity, with little to no progress, perhaps it's our turn." He rubbed his hands together with a grin.