He Who Speaks for Malin: Part II

[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 amongst the cosmic inner void of his mind. 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 II)

[ “He’s as cold as a corpse.” the Elven healer holding Minuvas’ hand said
“Maybe he is one….I hear they’re making funeral preparations for him” remarked another who brought him new linens, and a cup of tea. 

 

“Bring that tea here into his mouth, the one that Luthriel said to make…and don’t say that! You would condemn the Elf in his own home? I’ve heard a rumor that if you speak ill of him, Malin himself will curse you” the other folded the linens and look over “You don’t actually believe that, do you? I mean, I like the guy and all,  he took us in when every other Elven place thought we were freaks or lessers” a long solem pause between them “I don’t know. I used to think he was just a nice Elf who was a little crazy, but now….who knows. Don't you just feel something changing around here?”

“Yeah, I do. A Civil War for the Humans, you know once they’re done killing themselves they’ll try to kill us” another long pause “If he lives, maybe…I dunno” the Elf threw a rag at the other “Stop with that if he lives! He will live, he must!”]

 

 

How long had he drifted in nothing. Three days? Three weeks? A month, it might as well have been eternity at this point. He could sense nothing, feel nothing, he had only awareness of his drifting - left contemplating his last words so long ago to what he presumed was his Father.

But after another month of this drifting, his eyes squinted suddenly - the darkness interrupted by a glorious sunrise over his face - and he felt once more. Warmth at first, then, the feeling of cool grass beneath his body. As if awaking from a dream, he rose once more in a field.

He was wearing nothing but a simple white garment. Another dream? He reached for his ears, they were still jagged and cut - a damn shitty dream, he thought.

This serenity ended when he saw a beautiful Elfess, in the woods, she was conjuring a great magic gate of marble - pulsing with a radiant light. Her very appearance was motherly, instantly drawing Minuvas to her like a moth to a flame. Many more of the pale, silver colored Elves followed soon, entering into this portal within- thousands into it!

 

“Breathtaking…” That ancient and powerful figure said, now sitting with one legged propped between the other next to Minuvas.

“Is this…the work of Larihei?”

“So you say…”

Such an obtuse answer, does nothing clear come from him. There was an awkward silence that followed them for a long time. Watching what occurred before them. Eventually Minuvas thought to prod the Elf’s primordial thoughts.

“Aren’t you mad at her, she betrayed you, disobeyed your commands…took your people away”

The Elf’s hue of his eyes changed once more when discussing Larihei “Do you anger at your infant child, Elf, when they stomp their feet and disobey you?”

 

Before he could ponder the answer to that question a great crash shook Minuvas from his feet. He was now to the rear of a ship which had just smashed into shallow shoals. Minuvas stumbled to gain his footing, the ancient figure with arms behind his back kept a perfect balance - his bare feet seemed to sway his body in rhythm with the waves, never betraying his stance.

Minuvas was drenched in the thundering rain and waves, choking on sea water - and hate. As if anger incarnate had swelled into his very mind.

 

Another Elfess reached for a weapon, raising it high “Kill them all! Take everything!” the other Elves on the ship roared, leaping from the vessel and slaughtering and plundering the coastal town.

 

 The rain and the lightning drenched the town with wails, and in a single crack of lightning, Minuvas was transported to a great throne room. The same Elfess was now in chains before that ancient figure, who stood no longer at his side, but in command of the room itself. Minuvas could not hear the words, but the ancient figure gave a commanding point of his finger into the distance and she was dragged away.

“One of his daughters left him, the other he sent away…to die by her own son’s hand” Minuvas remarked at the scene.

 

The figure’s voice rose in anger “You speak. But you rarely know. You are still ignorant.”

Minuvas pleaded “Tell me! Why do you torment me with this. Surely you are a demon, a shadow an agent of ibleese….I am being punished in some Valah conjured hell”

“So you say it is”

A deafening roar caused Minuvas to cover his ears. He turned around, transported to a new place. A fantastical dragon, not the great terror of ibleese, but a different one. The Dragon became a humanoid, and it embraced another bronze colored Elfess. The Earth swallowed the one who was a dragon.Tears filled the eyes of the bronzed elf.  The Bronzed Elf departed,bow in hand, none followed her.

“And the last of his daughters followed in his footsteps…leaving her people. His children,  Aheral, Ker…Ame”

The ancient figure responded, his language seemed older than existence but when he used the names for the subraces it was foreign, barely translating in Minuvas’ mind. The being itself struggled with the words, creation that had occurred beyond his power 

 

“You have seen, you have heard. Do you understand, have you listened?”

Minuvas knew each word he spoke was being measured, thinking carefully before he responded“I have seen ....arrogance, a thousand fold. Division. Pain”

A long silence “And who do you say that you are yet, Elf?”

“I am the Elven Prince Minuvas Melphestaus, speaker of Malin” He says defiantly

“You are still ignorant, unworthy. You do not yet know me as King”

Minuvas wailed into the darkness of the void. Spiraling into they very nothing once more. His body had become nothing, only his thoughts drifted in the cosmic beyond. Alone. Cold. Dark, left only with the feeling of “Unworthy” in his mind.

[The Healer looked him over “I’m not sure what else we can do. His condition isn’t improving. He shows the faintest signs of life, I’m not sure how much longer before he is no longer among the living....it is best we notify his relatives.”]