Lohmanih's Rebuke

[Valannor 6348]

[!] Within and around the Silver City of Karinah’siol, leaflets would fall, delivered by great birds of snow-white plumage - scribed of silver inks, and wrought of scholar’s parchment, they seemed written by a stately hand.

 

Maehr'sae hiylun'ehya

 

The foundation of Mali’thill society - of our Silver City. Progress, and health. It was these two values that the doctrine of Larihei Lohmanih was built upon, that each brick of marble was laid in accordance with, and that our great people thrive upon. It is our Purity that has guided us, and has cradled us for so many years, even through trial and adversity. We are above the taint of the ‘ata, of those who would sully our blessed state of Silver, and cast aside the values of Larihei herself. We are mali’thill; Pure beyond reproach, as the blood that runs in our veins would so decree. In unity, we have stood tall, and stand we shall again… However, a problem has manifested - a parasite, seeking only to undermine the state. 

 

The streets, once white and candescent, now run red with the blood of Mali’thill. Silver has been tarnished, our Purity cast aside by the pretender Ivarielle. So it was that the Republic cast off the shackles of the Titan - Servant of the Betrayer himself, for his protection proved only to our bane- and yet, this claimant ‘Princess’ would invite the children of the Arch-Drakaar back into our homes, to feast upon our food and empty our coffers until left bare - for she is supported, and backed, by the Dragonkin. Those who swore to treaties against this scourge such as Amaesil Vuln’miruel and the Orenian state willingly aid and abet her, and her false claims upon our proud nation, going directly against the word of their treaties; she only threatens the State by the grace of ‘ata who only wish to see Silver undone ad infinitum. For if she is to take the yoke of the state in hand, what prosperity there is to be experienced shall be finite and temporary, as all ‘ata constructs are; a few Elven weeks of providence, perhaps months, before ruin is brought upon our people, and our great city - leaving us destitute and bereaved of Larihei's grace as we are left but a shell of a nation, after the Pretender and the 'ata have had their moment of glory. It is fitting that her folk walk in the Betrayer’s shadow, for though they speak much of trust, prosperity, and unity, it is by their own admission that they come only to deceive, harm, and lie to a people that had only ever wished our sacred values upon them. They do not come to fix Haelun’or, they come only to ruin us in a vain bid of self-importance, that their names might be praised for a blink of an eye in our lifetime before they are crushed into irrelevancy. 

 

Larihei Lohmanih, the progenitor of our Silver State, would rebuke these sins upon ‘thill decency, and suffer not the Draconic Pretender that seeks the perversion of all that is good and pure within our walls of elven-white. So it is that the voice of Silver, the voice of Purity, the voice of Reason, HER voice, calls out to all Mali’thill who still believe in el’maehr'sae hiylun'ehya of our proud people, our rich culture, and our boundless potential of the Arcane arts; Cast aside this tyrant, and the Golden Pools shall be reborn by my grace, and the will of Larihei’s people, within the walls of Karinah’siol. Cast aside the cowards, liars, and ael’mali that would see our glorious state undone. Trust in the guidance of those who would steer you unto the right path and set the state aright, and know that the Voice of Lohmanih lives on in her people, through the words of elMalauriran, and the progress & health of our nation. 

 

 

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[Gavin_ 1834]

The Maheral smiles as he reads the missive, and sets off to prepare.

Edited March 29, 2022 by Gavin_

[satinkira 6014]

ChildTea hums, tapping the table, messy and askew with letters and missives. Better thought out and written then the others. If Ivarielle truly has the support of the Azdrazi.. He frowns, pondering. I hope that that is true, for if it is then a new avenue is opened for me. A smile, and a sweeping of letters off of the table. It only gets easier.

Edited March 29, 2022 by satinkira

[hotbox_monk 998]

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Doth plot t’ickened

 

[Jentos 6930]

"On whose brow did the first of crowns lay ?" 

 

Asked a voice; and it was fire.

[farmerclown 3911]

"And so the tides push and pull against the shores of the Silver Isle. Peace shall come eventually, yet the true question is from whom?" A Wynasul commented as she read over the missive, returning to sipping her tea as she watched the chaos unfold between her friends.

[Elennanore 2826]

"We must not let these foul draconic worshippers dare defile our Silver City, for not only are they a menace to our people, but a blight upon the very land itself!" Elrith is appalled by the fact that the Mali'fenn and Ivarielle would align themselves with the draconic menace, Azdromoth - but this shouldn't come as surprise as he thinks about, they already worship a wyvern.

[SteppeNomad 1552]

"Though those 'ata who have aligned themselves with the pretender follow their mysteries, pursuing their dark gods, it is through them they seek reasoning and conviction to strike first. To mutilate and spill the blood of the sacred citizens. A most powerful offering. Why else would those of the red council be so tarnished as to turn their heads to the plight of the blessed, if they had not already aligned with the powers offered by those very same dark cults? They refuse to answer why they support the slaughters. Why they do not denounce them. Simply as they NEED them." This tanned high elf shakes his head. Resolving to never follow one of these tarnished to a second location 

[Widu 337]

"Larihei'ito naean'leh, ay'Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya, ay'Haelun'or!" exclaimed the young elf.

[bickando 3395]

The golden eyes of a humbly clad 'thill glittered as they caught one of the many leaflets.

 

"Maehr'sae hiylun'ehya," they spoke quietly, near-religious fervor apparent in their voice.