The Silver Massacre

[Zindran 590]

The Silver Massacre
21st of Sun's Smile, 259 SA

 

Blessed citizens of the Silver State

I write this missive today with a heavy heart, reflecting on the events that brought us here. Like many of you, I have felt grief for our city, and rage towards those who have wronged us. For those of you that may have been away or unaware, our city has been dissolved and supposedly an Aengul is set to destroy it in nigh six elven days.

What led us here? Simply, it was ignorance. The ignorance of those in charge which let a den of Mystics fester beneath our city, which our protectors and the Empire discovered, yet rather than inform us of the danger, they saw fit to storm our city and destroy it themselves - but that was not all they did.

This den of filth had ties to the Sohaer's own residence, and the barracks that Okarir'sil Antelian oversaw. The implications of such leave a vast majority of the fault with these two individuals, the former of whom was removed from his position. In this judgement the Idunians, who had vowed to protect us from threats, saw fit to bring all 'aheral present to center-stage. This included children of whom bore no fault in the matter. This group was then, from eyewitness accounts, slaughtered without remorse. Why, I pose to you, would someone who swore protection to a citizenry who more or less followed their laws when they were aware of them, decide to murder the innocent like barbarians without honor? Then they saw fit to censure our culture. Further to that their librarian saw fit to approach me personally and demand our library's troves of knowledge - I refused. They may censure the 'aheral culture, but they will not take away our identity and histories. We will not forget what they have done, and we will not forgive. Know that this is also not only us that they direct their hatred towards, but all elves and races not born of man. This hatred will not stop until we are all dead and buried, but we will continue to exist long after they have crumbled to dust.

As for the what remains of our council's state, Acalmaehr and Antelian's ignorance forces us to no longer allow them to hold an office. This leaves Okarir'maehr Laerdya, Okarir'akaln Lenniel, and myself with our Tilruir. Recovery will take no small amount of unity and diplomacy, but I have faith that we will endure.

Now I write this to you all, the leader of a people without a home. This is not the end - we will rebuild, as we have before. The corruption was purged, and now we must stand together. Where shall we go now? To answer that I would like to speak with you all in person. Send me a letter, and I hope to talk to each of you in order to better guide us to a safe haven. That is all from myself, as I wanted to make everyone aware of recent events, and I hope to speak with you all in the coming days.

Larihei guide you all.

Signed,

Sohaer Laerean Sylvaeri, Protector of the Eternal Library

[simatra 373]

vailu reads the missive as he recalls his experience fleeing the city, and the threat of the Aengul. "Elcihi has endured worse, and we will rebuild once again," he reassures himself. 

[nepir 472]

The elder sat in his study when the papers reached his desk. his brow raised on the reasoning behind the slaughter. "And so history repeats itself."

[Kenzo74 755]

"Asul lente karin'ento!" reassured a Malaurir who has seen countless such treacheries, and all of its villains forgotten by memory.

[Venomous_Pup 2978]

The Okarir'Maehr in question was writhing in some dank place; she had only endured past the slaughter for a powerful vision had overtaken her, still it lingered, that searing image of what is to be, more terrible fates that seemingly cannot be avoided. She had not been seen since that day.

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

It was upon the civilized roads of Yorumachi within a smogger walker that Ena receives news from a fellow kindred through an onyx black shinobi headband's reflective metal - the tales of genocide and mass slaughter. The death of culture and uprooting. He thought back upon the Hakuma patriarchy and the struggle of his Farfolk kindred in a world of Canonist/True Faith oppression. Ena vaguely remembered the talks of his father Shimazu of the similarities of High Elf and Oyashi culture. Lovers of books and tea. The importance of culture, tradition and xenophobia. How deep down he too desired to drop other people different from himself into acid pits. But all was lost for now because of the greed and misdirection of a few that'd punish the masses - many of which who had no hand in the chaos.

 

If Ena had eyes, he would have teared up in his talk over the Oculi on his lap. One day perhaps such a genocide would befall his own people. Maybe not in his lifetime, but perhaps the next generation. Or the generation after that. Such a realization drove Ena to drink. "World is a ****...." He took another swig of his yebisu beer before taking hold of the levers of the smogger's control panel and drunkenly operating the machine nearly trampeling over a Kharajyr worker.

 

 

[kuebiko 684]

Merith'irrin carefully reads over the missive, and then paused. The once suli'ceru stood once again and actually stepped outside that bookkeeper's house.

 

Where would he go?

[najtik 183]

Virel Aurelion stood beneath a rain-darkened awning, the missive in his hand trembling slightly. He exhaled slowly

"Justice doesn't wear boots" He muttered "But it leaves footprints"

 

The paper crumpled in his fist. He looked to the horizon, turning, coat trailing behind him as he stepped into the road.

[KeiaTypeBeat 3276]

A small goblin read the missive under the light of her campfire. "Zo... Twiggehz gonna juz take da klompin ahg juz run away?" She shook her head. "Veiz nub gruks da twiggehz. All latz du iz klomp wid da blah. Pinkiez vlatten latz, ahg latz nub eben klomp back?" She scoffed. "Ungrukable. Juz ungrukable. Brayerz gu out, buhg nex' tik, ztay away vrom da nub'hozh mojo, yub?" Then, the goblin jumped up, and she gripped the sides of her head with her hands. "Ugh nub! Twiggeh-Uruk!"

 

 

 

A Mali'ame read the missive, and she sighed. A heavy sadness drifted with her breath as she exhaled. "They may have caused me the great deal of pain and misery.. but I do not know if they truly deserved all of this..."

 

 

 

A Mali'aheral read the missive under candlelight in her disheveled room within the Petran keep. She held her breath - she could not bear to shed another tear. Everything had been all too much for her lately. She saw the faces of the people she had come to learn so much from, who had done nothing but welcome her with open arms. Then she saw their organs spewn across carpet. She heard their screams. She smelled their blood. 

 

Though she tried to fight against the current of emotion in her chest, she was not strong enough to hold back the water's flow. Tears began to dot the paper, and her hands began to tremble. She gulped. 

 

"All of us?"

[MrSyth 636]

"Asul lente karinto. Iheiuhii narne narneyem'ehya." Sighed the Maheral.

[Arianthe22 242]

The moon bid goodbye to a boy. The sun greeted him a man.

The first crumps of dread made their presence known as one of the older thill, who had gone to the trial, came back stumbling, injured and scared, to ring their bell.

Words escaped his ears amidst the rising noise, panic settling into the air as Aeth’annyer saw the gates of the Eternal Library raised for the first time. Elves went in and out, securing shelves and books. A creature he had never seen floated above them, unmoving and unresponsive and some called it an Aengul.

Time was not afforded to him, nor an explanation of what was occurring when they came.  Hordes of humans, bearing steel and vicious hatred, broke through the gates seeking to pillage.

Aeth’anyyer could not remember how he found himself locked in the Eternal Library. The once peaceful square, populated by scholars and laughter was now filled with enemies demanding his heritage, history and culture. Some scaled the walls of the library, breaking in through the windows, hands that were proving themselves as greedy as his maln had warned him of stretching towards his homeland's greatest treasure. What his kin had dedicated a millenia to build now they sought to plunder.

In the mist of chaos and noise, the young ‘aheral found himself a frozen guardian. A statue standing behind the closed gates of the Eternal library as valah and mali alike, faces foreign and scary, screamed for him to open the doors. To let them in. To give them the Eternal Library.

When his kin came to take him where the other thill were hiding, they found him shaking, words blocked by the dread of what was happening.

He did not follow.

Aeth’annyer remained in the library. A silent guard as he followed Soris around, the two ensuring every book was safe. The few foreigners who had stayed, after the rest realised they wouldn’t manage to steal from the mali’thill, kept trying to talk Soris into giving them the books, spouting acid worse than what was stored in the pits. Even they left in the end, when they realised they couldn’t threaten, bargain or provoke.

It was only after the mali’thill’s greatest treasure was secured that Aeth’annyer left, moving quickly towards his home, taking anything he could fit on his person.

The moon had bid goodbye to a boy. Young and trusting.

The rising sun greeted a man.

 

[Amuletic 926]

Veralya Wynasul's eyes traced the missive with a cautious gaze, a remark slipped under her breath "lye lyuerne. asul lente karin'ento."

[Kenzo74 755]

"Iyath'ante ito Haelun'or." Proclaimed a proud Miravaris, unfaltering in his hope. "Asul lente karin'ento!"

[Frisket 4537]

“Eh? La’ Alfi matters are not mine. The law is the law. If elf die than elf die, if human die human die. The question should be why did they die for? Heresy? Blasphemy? Sympathies for shaytan?”

 

Khawla spoke unto her friend who sat in her Lab which talked about the Matter.

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“Don’t talk to me about Sympathy… you know damn well they had none for us…”

@JoshBright
 

Ember told Jarad as she looked at him, an out of the blue moment as she went into her crazed outburst of bitterness and anger.

 

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”It’s coming true…. Are you seeing this… are they still worthy of your Golden city of a Heaven?

 

Vivien looked up into the stars, asking the divine lady. The keeper of souls, she knew quite well… she did not listen.

 

”Will you let them continue to destroy everything else, take and kill, force them to kneel. What are you thinking?

[JoshBright 3014]

14 hours ago, Frisket said:

“Don’t talk to me about Sympathy… you know damn well they had none for us…”

@JoshBright
 

Ember told Jarad as she looked at him, an out of the blue moment as she went into her crazed outburst of bitterness and anger.

"This is not the first time Haelun'or has been caught conspiring with dark forces, it is just the first to cost them their city." He said before humming as he attempted to make milkshakes "The same people who beg for Sympathy not only did not show the same to others, but they are now trying to insite wars and committing acts of terror within Idunia. Their behavior is not unexpected, they lie, they kill, they claim purity, they insult people by the nature of their race and gender. But when all that fails, they will bring childern on purpose so Idunia would kill them and cry murder and hardship. Hypocrisy at it's finest. They toss out good leaders lile wynn and install those who make them puppets. I advise you to pay them no mind Ember, need not suffer the fool of fools. He said before completely focusing on making new beverages and drinks for his lovely tavern as he hummed a happy tune.