The Silver Enclave of Len'miruel

[Zindran 590]

17th of Malin's Welcome, 260 SA

Blessed mali'thill,
As the days pass by and the time rapidly approaches to the that of our city's predicted destruction, we came together today to discuss important goings-on.

We have gained the safety of our people, and made plans as the Empire continues to hunt our kin. No matter what the Empire or the races of men do, we will survive. We will continue on no matter how hard it becomes. Our history and library archives will not be given away under any circumstances, but if copies are wanted in the future they can simply be asked for.

I will admit, the depth of our purity has caused our people much detriment. In the assembly, we acknowledged this, and also understand that the past of pushing Purity onto others has created a great many enemies. To change, we must remember that our concept of Purity does not apply to people who are not High Elves. Furthermore, we are in agreement that we will strive to no longer push this onto others like humans do with their religions, because this counters our culture of progress and health. However, we should still hold those we consider pure in high regard, for they are the best of us and something we 'aheral should desire to be.

On the topic of our culture, that being Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya, we concluded that the demand to change it is to be refused. Its translation is "Progress and Health" in the common tongue, and asking someone to deviate from such a wish to others is absurd. I urge you to think about the implications of such - for if you aren't wishing others good health, prosperity, and the betterment of their lives, then what else can you do except wish for the worst to come to them? That idea is fine for enemies, but not for those you consider friends and family.

Though we lack a homeland for the time being, we stand united - our bonds unbroken. Thus, we announce the founding of The Silver Enclave of Len'miruel. From here, we shall come back stronger and better than before.


Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya,

Sohaer Laerean Sylvaeri, Protector of the Eternal Library


OOC NOTE: This is directed towards High Elves, and sent to them as a missive.

[Werew0lf 24180]

"Well, this wasn't very smart of them," Hadrian commented, leaning back against the cushioned seat within his office. The imperial prince scooped up a small tea-cup, and stared out towards both a friend and a visitor - the High King of Idunia. 

@Lenny

[Lenny 1615]

“At least they finally realized they are no longer ‘superior’ to Man.” Argelion Zôrzagar, The High King of Idunia, replied to the Crown Prince of the Empire of Man, Hadrian Tiberias, as he tapped the bowl of that smoking pipe in his hand.

@Werew0lf

[simatra 373]

Endyrn, who used to go by vailu, cheers at the missive. "Our people are resilient as always. Maehr'sae Haelun'ehya, indeed, for our people will grow from this, and our hearts remain true." the Haelun'orian refugee swears.

[Morigung-oog 5697]

Thunk!

 

Such was the sound of Valindra's skull meeting the hardwood surface of her desk. 

 

"Surely... Surely they wouldn't be so brazen?"

 

 

[Onnensr 1908]

Cardinal-Emeritus Nerium dusts his hands after painstakingly making copies of the missive to send to the Empire and Alduun, unfolding one remaining issue in his hands as he reread it. His lips, pale and demure, stretched into a wide, thin line, and he stared in flat disappointment. Exhaling, pinching the bridge of his nose, he prayed under his breath...

"Tetragrammaton, Increate, Lord God Almighty -- Please help me to find the source of my people's inherent and exaggerated death-drives. Let me to unravel the mystery of our self-destructive suicidality, and banish it from our blood forever. -- Amen."

[Laeonathan 5889]

"Why? Just why?" Godric asked to himself, joining the two in lamenting the fate of their race.

[Javert 9615]

Spoiler

I am stupid and did not see the OOC disclaimer. **** my chud life

 

[Frisket 4538]

“Eh…?”

 

Vivien would dry her face before bed, with the missive. Accidentally using such when she meant to read it. Though she left another copy in her night stand. The mage crossed  the halls of the collage as she entered the dorms. Finally she sat down on the bed and read this missive. 
 

only to feel disappointed. Having some form of cold thoughts and insults run through her head. Though as a High elf, she was not involved anymore than necessary.

 

she slept easier knowing it wasn’t her circus to deal with.

 

For now…

[Baccaaa 490]

Somewhere in Idunia a bird with a letter bothers an elf's owl, which it in turn goes to seek it's owner. . .

Reading the contents of the letter the snow elf would scratch her head.

 

"Why are we, elves, like this? Am I also like this? No surely, there must be something on the wine. I cannot prove it." - "No but genuinely, tell me the truth?" The owl would be asked as if it'd grow conscious and provide an answer.

 

She would then pause briefly, uttering a prayer in silence.

[Hush 112]

Celia'dant would find the missive being sent to her, allowing her bird to land before taking the paper and walking outside to the salty air and bright sun to better read it. "Hm, and so we prevail after all." The elfess said to herself, already planning for one hell of a welcome back party. "Maehr'sae Hiylyn'ehya."

[Behindbush 163]

After precisely adjusting the placement of the final planter box within the newly furnished dwelling, Valahtos settled down, as if she were an overworked housewife. She took a missive into her dark, bandaged hands and rapidly scanned its contents. Though she was no High Elf, she registered a cold satisfaction from having acquired the paper from her Master in his absence. @Samler

"I was there!"

Her statement echoed off the stone walls of the chamber.

[TheCoolestYoukai 43]

Kinji let out a soft hum as he carefully scanned the letter, his legs folded neatly over one another while a pigeon sat perched atop his head.

 

"I hope it goes well for them, it'd be a tragedy to watch their culture die."

[Tav 4336]

Sunkissed and seaborne, a prince of Cauróst looked over the message. He was technically a High Elf; descended from the lines of Ibarellan and Nullivari, so the bird didn’t know any better, despite its futuristic technology.

 

Their hope for a new home is admirable, he spoke to the wind. But still, beyond probability.

[Wolfy-D 467]

An armored high elf is surprised to receive the missive, reading it over and thinking to himself "at least the good ones survived"