Between Two Fires: The Unseen Dawn of Almaris

[Gemini 1639]

 

[!] The aged and weathered piece of paper revealed itself, carrying the remnants of a story that had undoubtedly traveled through countless hands. Its edges were frayed, bearing the marks of time and the touch of numerous souls.

 

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In the heart of the realm of Almaris, a tale unfolds that whispers of the winds of change. As the tides of time turn, the nations of Haelun'or and Celia'nor are caught in a maelstrom of turmoil, their hearts aflame with hatred, the once united voices of the Mali’thill torn asunder.

Long have the Mali'aheral of this realm walked the path of their blessed mother, Larihei. They strive for Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya, the philosophy embodying progress and health. Yet, the wisdom of progress, Maehr'sae, and the sanctity of health, Hiylun'ehya, seem lost amidst the clamor of conflict, a fading echo in the deafening silence.

 

Progress, the pursuit of constant forward movement in society and personal life, is the lifeblood of our culture. It is the understanding of the past to illuminate the future, the written word that carries wisdom across generations, the discerning eye that separates the chaff from the grain in traditions. It is knowing the balance between betterment and madness, between understanding the cultures of others and the preservation of our own.

 

Health, the safeguard of mind and body, is the heart of our culture. We abstain from self-harm, from unnecessary battles of steel, from coupling with lesser races that would dilute our blessings. We protect our minds from corruption, insanity, and degradation. We strive to preserve the health of our state, our community, and our family units. It is from this that the purity of our existence is derived.

Yet, in this time of strife, as the realm quakes under the onslaught of the Mori'quessir and their insectoid hordes, and as the heart of the Mali'aheral threatens to split in two, a beacon rises. 

 

This tale ends not with a conclusion, but with an invitation. An invitation to the Mali'aheral who feel lost in the tumultuous sea of conflict. An invitation to those who seek a guide in these dark times. An invitation to those who yearn for a return to the teachings of Larihei, to the path of progress and health.

 

The story of Almaris is not yet written in its entirety. Its end is open, shaped by the actions of those who dare to dream, those who dare to strive, those who dare to unite. It waits in the wings, eager for the pen of history to etch the next chapter. It waits... for you.

 

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[Morigung-oog 2353]

A wanderer chuckled after being denied entry, turning to continue going about her business in the ruins of savoy from her palace room, plotting out several points of potential mori attack on a rough map of the area.