A Call to the Maehr

[The King Of The Moon 7016]

 

A Call to the Maehr
In search of Voices to correct our silenced symphonies.

Not since the days of Magara'lin has our Song been unified.

Even then there was discord, as the Night Father's fall drove those early drow to madness, and the first divisions were sown between those who followed Mother Moon, those who rebelled at Azul's side, and those that were snatched and mutated by the Aspect Nemiisae.

 

Since then, innumerable divisions have been sown across the Aegisian Drow Diaspora as different sates have risen and fallen, leaving countless quarrelling creeds in their wake. Yet the Gloom roots itself in known history, not myth. The Yyrul Koth makes maehr through common dignity, not zealotry.

Through it, and our tongue, it is my hope that the estranged may rediscover a lost sister and brotherhood. That we may someday see eye to eye with our once forsaken kin, without abandoning our prior creeds that remain compatible with its universal truths. 

 

So it is that, in the wake of the last scattering of the Maehr, I offer to any who seek it a home. To the shunned I offer sanctuary. To the lost I offer purpose. There is a place in Darad Kezyah for any among our diaspora that seek one.

Though do not mistake this missive as a demand for unwanted unity. I shall help those that need it, though expect nothing from those content with their metropolitan condition.

 

Along with what has been offered I've a single ask. That which I hope may begin to rebuild ancestral bridges long burnt.

 

I wish to know you.

For centuries we have scattered, collected, crumbled and scattered again. With such turbulence, many histories have begun and ended across our patchwork tapestry, each attempting to distance itself from the last. 

 

There are a hundred songs now left unsung, that I would re-awaken in our racial memory. Those that would bury such truths prove the fragility of their own; any 'maehr' that would silence others to deny our varied, objective racial legacy is, by my measure, no maehr at all. 

 

So it is that I make this plea. Do know that I am only able to list the great Houses and Clans of the Maehr with which I am familiar, and mean no offence to those unmentioned. Rather, I invite any who feel their name is missing from these summons to seek me out and correct my ignorance! 

 

Mindful of such limitations, I do invite any surviving dark elves from the following tribes and pedigrees (ordered Common-alphabetically) - with the promise of safe conduct with which to raise their Voice - to come to Darad Kezyah and share with me their stories and songs, their tragedies and triumphs, their hopes and dreams:

 

Ashwood

Ba'ikana

Delevoye

Des'nox

Ipos

Isilioleth

Loa'chil

R'ikarth

Taloha

Val'taelu

Xivilas

 

In the event you belong to this non-exhaustive list and wish to humour this young maehr, or are not mentioned and seek a Voice for yourself in the song of the ashen folk, you may find me in the aforementioned Darad Kezyah, as detailed on the map below.

 

Spoiler

X: 860, Z: -1620

Fastest route: follow the signs leading from Celia'nor's front gate.

 

I look forward to meeting you.

 

Helun-Velulaeya hon laht,
Malyre Bayde Thyone-Maiheiuh

[Morigung-oog 5697]

Valindra Ashwood wondered.

[Tav 4336]

A descendant of both Ashwood and R'ikarth notes to visit in the near future..

[PrinceJose270 1211]

From atop a karst full of shrines, Gusiam sat just afront of what was three various shrines, one featuring a white wolf, one a blackened with wings, the third was a wolf baring pure red stone. Yet as the Shaman had offered hisprayers to each, he was intterupted by one of his clan members. Yet as the Patriarch heard the words of recent, the horned ker could only laugh softly. not of arrogance, no. who knows why he laughed.

"Well, If they do not know of us. The ones who was with Dak'ir and the Sanctum, the one who taught the way of Ker in renalia.. The ones who aided in founding Nor in almaris.. It is upon their own fault which i do not blame, however. For they plea to the ones to know, yet fell on deaf ears upon one who was willing to share history. One who offers history, yet ignore. To claim one is ne Maehr, despite born both from ker. To use the term taint as an execuse, for when one who was able to talk to the moon goddess when no one else could. The young truely have found bliss in ignorance, Yet if they make such promises, how true does such words meet"

Before long, the shamans eyes would look up, within the darkness he was only met with the eye of the full moon. A frown almost forming. "Vira'ker, Renalia, Nor'Asath, Nor'Vaelyn... It is a cycle that still hurts worse each time. If this plea to voice is some mere attempt to restart the accursed cycle of rapid rise and fall. One should ensure to sever that cycle."To that, the shaman once more prepared for his walk to the moon realm. leaving the note simply besides him. The Jusmia had well already offered his voice once, no point in being ignored once again.

[The King Of The Moon 7016]

Alas, Bayde failed to hear the private yappings of cave-dwellers so many miles away.
Perhaps they would be better off attempting to communicate with him directly, be it by open or personal letter, or perhaps even by seeking him out as his missive suggested!

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

An infernal beast clutches the paper. Before it begins to be devoured by flame. It's head cranes to the north east.

"Ye, o' hallow faith. Ythaen. Prepare."