THE SUN WILL RISE

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Asul lente karin'ento

Malaurir Arasdir Miravaris

10th day of The Sun's Smile, the Year 259 of the Second Age

 

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he Malaurir Kalenz, when the world was young, felt the wrath of an Empire after ending its tyrant in acid. 

The mali'till took refuge in the caverns of the earth and there endured through unnumbered trials after Setherein and the Black Scourge undid Lin’evaral.

Upon our second city trambled orcish hosts and left in their wake sorrow and smoke. The blessed few rebuilt.

The betrayal of Phaelus saw Elcihi'thilln in shambles to be laid anew by the wise and loyal.

Kharajyr, to us ancient allies, too, availing them and giving refuge, plotted once in folly and ingratitude and succeeded in sundering The Silver Citadel.

In later ages, the Malaurir Dimaethor raised from ruin the ivory spirals of Fi'halen, after the Motherland's stagnation and fall to evil rule.

The Kinslaying and treachery of valah wrought shattering to the jewel-upon-isle of Karinah'siol, and from ashes rose Asul'hileia, where our people thrived under a southern sun.

The storms our people hath had to weather are not few in number. Time and time again doth blade and malice prevail, and lyre and beauty come undone - for a time.
The world is marred by evil. It has been so since the first dawn - and the Golden Pools, a hallowed gift to raise all descendants, is forever lost. Thus we labour without end, the small and ugly oppose that which is fair and beautiful - the wicked seek to unmake order and to perpetuate spite. Ehya - evermore we will toil. It ill-befits our Gift, should it be hoarded. 

EHYA, THOUGH THE WINDS OF THE WORLD BEAT AGAINST OUR HALLOWED FLAME UNTIL IT FLICKER THIN AND FRAIL, ITS LIGHT MUST NOT FADE.

Should our blessed people fail, so, too, will the world have become given wholly to a cycle of filth and hate and night unending.

KEEP HOPE KINDLED, SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF SILVER.
For all is not lost, as never hath been before in our unnumbered trials.

The sun will rise.

Asul lente karin'ento.

 

[Widu 535]

"Asul lente karin'ento!" exclaimed the Miravaris.

[MrSyth 636]

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

[JustMeMorgan 2065]

An elf would stare at the paper, his eyes looking onwards to the horizons. "Asul lente karin'ento." he'd quip, finding a new name, a new self.

 

[Samler 1564]

Seth had taken a copy of this to his new home, while idly petting the panther he read it once, twice and thrice. Then he uttered it only once. "Asul lento karin'ento" quietly within his abode.

[Kirkigar 133]

"Asul lente karin'ento" exclaims the young 'aheral as he writes letters and letters "But only if you make an effort to make it happen..." 

Edited November 17, 2025 by Kirkigar

[Gemini 1737]

"From the ashes rose the phoenix, ever so rejuvenated"  Proudly stated the Matriarch of one small family

[Zindran 590]

"Asul lente karin'ento!" the Sohaer exclaimed.

[Arianthe22 242]

"Asul lente karin' ento" spoke Awth'annyer, fingers tightening around the pare and longing painting his voice for a home lost. 

[Amuletic 926]

The golden eyes of a certain mali'thill read over the missive, her ivory hands clutching the paper with a newfound intensity "andria ethne. mali’thillan anah’hiuweyae ker’ento aelchikranan'ehya maliearnan cinheh."

 

The parchment bent under her tightened grip, yet Veralya Wynasul continued to murmur her thoughts aloud "iyl’talieloran lye ern’olyuer iyathae. ehya lye lyuerne." And with that, she set the missive in a folder, humming to herself:

 

"Asul lente karin'ento. Maehr'sae hiylun'ehya"

[STBNL 250]

A robed mali'aheral came back to their temporary lodgings. A copy of a parchment was laid to a desk, their head turns briefly to unlock a dusting chest, something that weighed on their mind for a near century. Recent tidings caused profound loss of words, old as he remembers fighting alongside of the ancestors of these same valah who will scorch his homeland to ruin.

"Asul lente karin'ento."

An usher, the spark needed to momentum as Vylarr uncovers his hood. Eyes shown visible exhaustion and ware of distant repenting. Long treading since the last continent and here till now, revealing his stored Sillumir uniform and began to pack. It's time to return to service, to shield Larihei and her people.