THE MAHERAL SIMPLY IS

[Daisy 9732]

 

 

By the hand of Avern'dionne Fi'talareh, S.A. 234

 

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The Maheral simply is,

 

It is this mantra that prescribes our truth, that since our first guide Larihei herself, the Maheral simply is. They are the most blessed one, the embodiment of tradition, progress, and purity — maher'sae hiylun'ehya. In times of strife when our future is uncertain, it is the Maheral who shall guide us with wisdom and grace. This has been the way for a millennium, and the Mali'thill have persevered.

 

I have done my duty, ensured the safety and future of the Mali'thill, though the Light of Larihei fades from me, and must instead illuminate another. For the Maheral simply is, and no longer shall it be Avern'dionne. Through this action of tradition I have chosen my successor, the one who will lead our people through these trying times. Kolvar Uradir, the once Sohaer and Asulir of our people, is now Maheral to the Mali'thill, for the Maheral simply is. May he uphold this blessed duty with silver grace.

 

iewyn'Larihei eltaeleh walehe ohn vallein eltaliyna walehe

 

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Malaurir Avern’dionne Fi’talareh, Maheral, the Voice of Larihei, Guardian of Purity, Bastion of Tradition, Guide to the Mali’thill, and Matriach of the Fi’talareh Talonnii

 

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MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

 

Spoiler

 

[Iverach 826]

"So it is decided, so it shall be."  mused Kolvar Uradir

[_Sheylo_ 1177]

"Oh no.. But oh yes? But oh no.." The implications that this had both scared and calmed a familiar high elf. His brow furrows, a hand going up to rub the side of his face in confusion. "Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya."

[Frisket 4538]

“With a thunderous clap, this is when our home was vindicated” Said Vivien

 

she then looked to her mother

 

”vacation time ne?” She mentioned to her with some enthusiasm.

[__Zuko 171]

The 'Thill Looks very confused at the missive seeing Uradirs name he muttered to himself "I hope when Uradir leaves he doesn't leave it in the hands of a Sythaerin again like Asulir." he commented taking a deep breath "Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya." then adding "Lomian’onn"

[Ankan 2875]

Octavius Visaj-Taharion'onn rushed into the Visaj Residence, digging through the storage. After a moment, he emerged from the house, unveiling a banner. He shifted through the city with brisk steps. He hung it on the dias in the center of the Silver Citadel. Octavius smiled, exclaiming:

 

"maehr'sae hiylun'ehya."

 

 

[Daisy 9732]

3 minutes ago, Frisket said:

“With a thunderous clap, this is when our home was vindicated” Said Vivien

 

she then looked to her mother

 

”vacation time ne?” She mentioned to her with some enthusiasm.

 

"Ti, I need a long break." she smiles to Vivien.

[PrimnyaQuorum 3999]

The Pale-Elf waits idly, atop his perch in the swamp.

 

A stack of papers sit upon one side, whilst a lone parchment upon the other. 

 

He waits. Just a little bit longer

[JustMeMorgan 2065]

Acalmaehr Calith smiles widely staring at the missive; travelling home he’d make the finalisations to his Manifesto for the elections.

 

”Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya” spoke the pallid figure into his mirror as he would begin preparing for the turbulent future of the Silver City.

[Pearlescent 585]

"MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA" Shouted out mya as she then turn't back to her paper word

[Kirkigar 133]

The 'aheral looked at the missive with a half-smile "There's not much left. The ones above, the ones below, and the 'thill. They'll all be different, everything will be different!" He chuckled "This is going to be fun."

[Widu 535]

"To the promised Uradiran Era," exclaimed Liewyn Miravaris, "For Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya!"

[Smmer 2441]

A seer watches the webbing of strings shift and change, the world’s weaves of tales spun, old. Of past, present and predications made for the future from her high tower. A finger traced the map stopping upon the territory in which Haelunor once rested, taking a needle the seer Circe would prick her finger allowing the droplet of ichor to fall upon their once capital tile, a pool of blood now overshadowing the outline of their land absorbing into the now quenched piece of parchment barely sating its unyielding thirst. Once dried it was folded up in a faux present style. A macabre gift or a cruel reminder of another fallen nation but to whom was it addressed? who knows.

[Morigung-oog 5697]

 

It was unlikely that rumours  and news born of the mortal plane carried to the far reaches of the realms. Perhaps word eventually reached that wayward elfess, the Fallen Sohaer, that the Maheral had relinquished her throne; yet there was no response... Not from Valindra, anyway. No letters. No sightings. No smoke on the horizon or whispers between magical and religious cabals. The cosmos was as quiet as the grave.

 

The Fennic Renegade, walker of realms, was several planes removed from the ivory towers and silver masks of Tahn'miar, perhaps far beyond the reach of their whispers. And yet, those who may have spoken her name in cautiously hushed undertones could not shake the feeling that somehow, she knew. That somewhere, in a place untarnished by time or reason, she had heard the fall of that name, the passing of titles and hope either renewed or crushed in its entirety… and simply turned her gaze away.

 

There was no fury. No triumph. No satisfaction.

 

For now , it seemed, mortal quandaries  were really quite beneath her...

[BonesOfTheEarth 2252]

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