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On the Rebirth of Haelun'or

An Announcement to the Silver State of Haelun’or

 

As Issued from the Most Blessed, Maheral Elesia Elervathar

11th of The Deep Cold, Year 56 of the Second Age

 

 

 

At the beginning of Haelun’or, our Citadel arose from dirt and debris — guided in the footsteps of our ancestors and most blessed bloodlines — to create our home, our refuge from the monsters of the realm, our blessed bastion of knowledge, progress and health. Our first Maheral, our Haelun, instilled in us the ideals of a perfect nation. Our second Maheral taught us the importance of intelligence. Our third Maheral guided us with unmatched wisdom, creating a settlement in which the meritorious arose. Maheral Uradir reminded us to upkeep our bastion, we must fight for it. 

 

I ascended to the position of Maheral in a different time to our predecessors, a time when Haelun’or had fallen to corruption, stagnation and quotidian threats — when consequence fractured our people into factions all over the realm. Our efforts in the Silver State of Haelun’or have been to unite and reconstruct a sense of allegiance to the motherland, an unwavering understanding of our culture and ancient traditions. Now, our diligent quest is to rebuild a harmonious state for the mali’aheral, an ambition to overcome the inherent issues of the past. Mali’thill continue to return home, to find peace, progress and health.

 

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Unity, as is purity, is disrupted when infidelity and tormenting weakness prompts derelict and unfounded peace in contrast to principle and ethic. Mali’aheral have found progress at the disposal of wrong ideals and weak-minded individuals, building a coalition of principled pursuits, rejecting the destructive voices of impure dissent which the different factions of the realm had sown. While the Maheral simply is, as Malaurir Lucion Sullas once said, the Maheral is more important than her mortal presence. Mali’thill are bound to preach progress and health. Maheral Elesia Elervathar, the Dove,  is now the cornerstone in a castle that has fallen to ruin, vehement on the reconstruction of our home, a reunification of our people, which will take centuries.

 

As rats in a fully stocked pantry, or bees amidst a field of blossoming flowers, this time of uncertainty and confusion allowed agents of chaos to enact revenge, planting their seeds of corruption amongst our innocent citizenry. It was in this chaos that we, the purest Mali’thill, lost our composure and our Blessed Silver State. At the time of Fi’halen, our kin often said lomian’onn, meaning from fragments, a proverb to return to in these troubled times. Malauriran, Heial’thilln, Heial’lauriran and the different bodies of the Silver State will continue to upkeep our motherland and protect our hearts, which beat in defiance to corruption — at any cost.

 

And so, we must weep, to the death of our allies and the united Haelun’or which forfeited with her downfall. After centuries of chaos, all factions of the Blessed Bastion of Silver must find an equal objective, to return their attention towards progress and health, to reign superior as the motherland has done for millennia. 

 

“Rise - rise - rise…

 

…maehr’sae hiylun’ehya will unleash our full potential.”

 

The Blessed Child,

Elesia Elervathar

 

MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

 

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A 'thill raises his brow and lets out a smile, laughing quietly to himself. "Let us just turn a blind eye to all of this nonsense.. maehr’sae hiylun’ehya."

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"maehr'sae hiylun'ehya," replied one stately elven man, a thin-tugged smile along pale features, one drawn further than the other to form almost a smirk. "Finally, the Mali'thill people have true guidance - that of Tradition, that of Legitimacy, decided by elMalauriran. ay'Larihei, ay'elMaheral Elervathar - let the dove spread its wings. "

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Kolvar cast his gaze up from the missive "May our Maheral guide us to new heights, the Malauriran chose wisely indeed."

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"The last decree of OTHELU ORRAR, destroyed. There truly is no forgiveness for their sins," a bitter mage would say with a lowly hiss.

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"There is strength found in the purity of silver." El'rith stands before the gate of Haelun'or. "And soon I shall be made of silver once more."

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"Where once I saw silver I now only see gold...  Your time is running out." Snickered Valindra, bottle of alcohol in hand.

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