He Who Speaks for Malin: Part I

[Minuvas 3193]

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OOC: Things in brackets would be considered “common gossip” to Residents of the Ebonwood. Just stating for good measure, but unless you are dreamwalking with Minuvas, everything else here is his private coma induced visions.


The following video details Minuvas in his meditative state of his mind discovering Malin. Post in your discord to join him in meditation, and help bring him back to Almaris! Lend your voice to his.
 

 

 

He who ‘Speaks’ for Malin: Part I

[ Blood soaked the dark oaken table within the tree palace of Ebonwood. Minuvas' body had been bludgeoned, sliced, his head especially damaged. He had been stripped unceremoniously after his attack, like a mugged highway victim. Beads of sweat formed on his head, his body shook as his eyes rolled into his head, and foam dripped from the side of his mouth. Courtiers and healers poured in

"Everyone who doesn't know shite about medicine, get out!" yelled someone.

"A warm cloth! Hurry!. infection! I need clean cloths, more clean cloths...By Malin, there's blood everywhere"

 

Mourners wailed at the base of the tree palace. " Who!? Why!?" they cried.

Wondering if this was the end. A martyr for Malin. The Ebonwood had known no elf like Minuvas, and they wondered if all they would know now would be of his history. 

 

This was the reality occuring around Minuvas, yet he experienced none of it. He was in another reality…another place entirely]

 

Darkness. Drifting. Minuvas floated in his consciousness for days, alone, in pain…silent. Almost madenning. Then, it seemed when all light was finally to extinguish - he found himself in a tree palace, a balcony overlooking a horizon of forest, filled with Elves and their cities as far as he could see. He stood, confused, for some time before he spoke - not expecting noise to form from his thoughts as if his own conscientiousness had been reborn "Where am I.."he blurted out.

 

The voice that responded spoke in a tongue that was alien, ancient, and powerful. Reality itself seemed to come into being around the sounds that were uttered, contorting vibrations into literal creation as it said "You are in Malinor"

 

Shocked, surprised, yet not afraid. Minuvas realized he understood the Elf's language despite realizing he could not speak his tongue "What, how, Am I dead?"

 

"You say that you are."

 

A frustrating response, he thought.  It was then Minuvas realized his ability to rationalize and use logic were available fully to him. He outstretched his hands, like a newborn realizing the sensation of their own fingers before looking to thefl figure. 

 

"Are you Aengul? A Daemon? Is this some illusion, a simulacrum?"

 

The figure, he just realized, up until his point was entirely blurry. Only now did the Elf come fully into his focused  visage, sitting on a throne that stood thrice the size of Minuvas. Firm hands gripped the edges of the throne, peering down at the small Minuvas. A crown adorned the Elf's head, his light colored hair and lightly bronzed skin, the hues of his eyes now blue, he spoke

 

"What do you say that I am?"

 

"Are you my father? " Minuvas replied. 

 

The figure said in a low echo , "I am not your father, but I am your Father" and in his ancient and powerful tongue the words' meaning were clear. 

 

"I say than, that you are King alone" Minuvas proudly stated, expecting admiration for his response.

 

"So I am. Yet who are you?

 

"I am Minuvas Melphestaus, Aheral Princep of Ebonwood, Warden of the  Pale Aldemar"

 

The figure clicked his tongue "Your words are foreign. Speak plainly, Elf " 

 

He tried again "I am Minuvas Melphestaus"

 

Silence. 

 

"I speak for Malin" He added, finally.

 

"You speak for me?" The figure seemed to raise in a voice that might be taken for anger, rising from his throne, the hues in his eyes taking a darker tone "I was the first of the brothers, I have communed with spirits as old as the world. I conquered ibleese, fought the great devouring dragon and slew the spirits that would consume the Elven people" The figure seemed to return to a calm state, returning to sit.  Was this ..arrogance? Minuvas had witnessed. No sooner did Minuvas finish this thought did that ancestrally powerful voice rise once more 

 

"To what reason would I need you, to speak,  for me?" And now the Elf had become similar in stature to Minuvas, approaching him directly to stare him in his face. 

 

Minuvas was over his head. Whatever he was dealing with was a primordial, and powerful entity that possessed an intelligence and wit far surpassing his own. He could not help but look away in embarrassment. 

 

"You are afraid. Ashamed. This is the first time you are speechless" the figure grinned. 

 

"I am. I do not feel I am worthy"

 

"You are not. But I have chosen you"

 

"Why? Why me? You yourself seemed to cast doubt on the need for a speaker. I was raised by Humans. The Princes, many would see me dead." Minuvas would say as he paced about the room, clearly brought to a distraught state.

 

The figure snorted "A thousand crowns of a thousand Princes and Elven Kings will never amount to one gram of the purpose I have invested in you"

 

"I am persecuted, hunted" Minuvas claimed in exasperation "I cannot do this anymore. End me, if it be your will"

 

"You cast a mirror into the eyes of my children and you make them afraid. For you tell them of their arrogance and greed and they hear the truth. "

 

"Am I to die for the Truth?"

 

"If you must." He coldly responded. before adding "Have you cast a mirror to yourself, Princeps…..Warden….Aheral…How else do you divide your lineage from me, and claim yourself worthy to speak of me as King?"

 

The feeling of guilt, shame, arrogance now struck Minuvas and he was again cast into the driftless void of his mind. Return to nothingness. Alone in nothingness…… 

 

[We're losing him! Someone go get a damn Doctor, we're losing the Princeps!]

 

[High_On_Math 449]

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I am not doing the cheesy video repost.

Lamentations of a crazed, middle aged, badly scarred half elf woman can be heard!

"Give Minuvas mandragora tea!!!! You're killing him! Let me see him! None of you know anything.  Blood lotus tea too! Frick you, did you at least give him blood lotus tea?!"

[ECS1999 1121]

Edvard would be sitting in the Spire, the fireplace lit up and the room warm and safe from the cold night outside. A bandage on his nose would not prevent him from relaxing after a hard day probably one of the hardest in his life and suddenly, his scars started to emit a soft cyan glow that ran up his face until it reached his eyes, covering them in a bright cyan light, the man spoke:

"Why? Why us? We don't bother anyone, we just want to live peaceful lives, Minuvas did nothing to anyone..."

On his hand, a single daisy would appear that the man, or valah as he was called on those lands would move in front of his eyes, observing every small, white petal of the flower he sighed and threw the flower to the fire, the conjuration fastly fading into a harmless explosion of cyan mana.

"They won't defeat us, i really don't know much about what made people attack Minuvas, but he is a good friend of mine..."

He would fix his cyan gaze in the cracking fire, closing his eyes, the connection to the void would disappear and the man would fall asleep, tired of another day of nonsense by people who just want... Power.

[Pancho 4197]

Prince Kosher Daesmon, Bringer of Justice, would walk from the fractured nation with his kin. "A little dirty, but the piano was great fun." He would wave to his new Orenian friend as he left. @Pancakehz

 

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[Buffsanta 961]

Hieran Melphestaus sighs at the state of his dear brother from a distance, far from the raging war he called home.

"But why bring The Ebonwood into this...they are a peaceful people..."

[comatoseprincess 507]

Veronna stood in the doorway to Minuvas' room, simply staring at the man who appeared so peaceful in his sleep. Wondering if she could've done more, perhaps he would've been awake by now. Slowly she made her way towards the man, dreading each and every step she took. Finally coming to a stop the woman took a seat beside him, gently wiping his forehead with a wet cloth:

 

"I am so sorry, llir.. I should've been by your side when this happened. You can get through this, you have to. I have so much to learn, we all do... Please fight, Minuvas. I am begging you."

 

She hoped seeing him, speaking to him frequently, perhaps it could bring him back with all the mandragora tea she was giving him. A man she had looked up to who was strong and kind, now laid before her in a state of despair, on the brink of death when all he wanted was to unite those he was loyal to. 

 

"May Malin spare you, bring you back to spread the word He had given you. For you are the key, the one who could possibly bring our kind together. Come back..."