A CALL TO ALL ELVENDOM

[Ferd0207 204]

 

A PROCLAMATION TO THE ELVES OF THE CONTINENT

 

Penned and Issued

Under the hand of Antelian Acaln’sae

Patriarch of elTalonnii Acaln’sae

Fifth of the Grand Harvest, Year 265 of the Second Age

 

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This proclamation is issued openly, without secrecy or ulterior motive.

LET IT BE KNOWN:

The age of intermediaries has ended. The age of excuses has ended with it.

The Empire has chosen war as the final instrument of order. Its so-called allies have accepted survival through obedience. Its puppets have mistaken submission for peace. Whatever illusions once remained have now been burned away by mobilization, requisition, and blood. There is no longer a path that preserves dignity through silence.

ElIhnsilonniran - the Spear-born - therefore open their ranks.

Formed initially as the Houseguard of the Acaln’sae Talonnii in Haelun’or, elIhnsilonniran now fight in the name of the survival of all Elvendom after Imperial and Idunian troops saw fit to murder men, women and children in the halls of Alduun. We reject the false Princedom of Aelan-Haelun’or and brand the collaborators who enforce the rule of The Tyrant as irredeemable traitors to Elvenkind itself, who must, without mercy, be removed from the body of Elvendom without exception. We reject, likewise, the complacency which Elven elites have in recent decades shown, preferring to turn a blind eye to the internal rot that Mali society suffered in both Celia’nor and Haelun’or. And which ultimately led to the massacre and genocide of the Blessed Citizens of the Silver State.

We do not rise in defense of a state, nor in service to a flag already hollowed by compromise. Our fight is a fight for all Elvendom, for all Mali that live under the tyranny of elValah. We fight so that Elvendom shall no more be administered and spoken for by foreign powers. We fight to make rule itself impossible where consent has been replaced by fear. We do not promise liberation as a gift, nor victory as a certainty. We promise only the freedom of one’s conscience and the destruction of the Rot of Complacency within those who join our rank in an Irreconcilable War against the Tyrant.

This call is extended to those Elves who understand that reform has failed, that petitions, negotiations and resolutions of the majority have been exhausted, and that survival purchased through obedience ends only in erasure. Those who once believed resistance to be reckless may yet answer, but they must do so without pretense.

This call is not extended to those who enforced Imperial rule, who informed, who commanded in the name of the occupier, or who now seek absolution through desperation. The war does not erase memory, but sharpens it instead. ElIhnsilonniran do not offer laundering, forgiveness, or shared guilt. We know your names.

Those who enter our ranks will submit to discipline without sentiment and loyalty without illusion. You will not be celebrated. On the contrary - you will be rejected,  denied by your own just as we have, for the majority still prefer to cower in fear to the Eternal Enemy, rather than fight for their own freedom and liberty.

In return, we offer purpose stripped of false hope. We offer a place among those who chose resistance not when it was popular, but when it was isolating and unforgivable. We offer the dignity that so many  have surrendered to complacency and fear. What we offer is a grasp on one’s fate itself.

Do not answer this call if you seek reassurance, unity for its own sake, or a future guaranteed by others. Answer only if you accept that The Empire will not fall because it is defeated in battle, but because it is rendered ungovernable by those it can no longer intimidate.
 

 

 

Maehr’sae Hiylun’eyha

 

Signed,

Patriarch of elTalonnii Acaln’sae

 

 

ON THE STRUCTURE OF ELIHNSILONNIRAN

 

The Spear-Born are not a ragtag band of irregulars, but instead, since their inception, have been formed as a body of soldiery, armed and armoured at the expenses of the Acaln’sae Talonnii’s own coffers. 

 

As such, each member of this unit is afforded armour, sword, shield and halberd upon the swearing of their loyalty to the cause of Elvendom’s Liberty. As such, they are enrolled into the following rank structure:

 

1. ElHalerir’thilln - First in Command of elIhnsilonniran, charged with the preservation of doctrine, the coordination of all operations, and the final authority in matters of life and death;
2. ElHalerir’ihnsil  - Second in Command of elIhnsilonniran,  entrusted with execution, discipline, and the maintenance of cohesion when command is contested, disrupted, or severed;
3. Annil’dagreiran - The Officer Corps of elIhnsilonniran, elAnnil’dagreiran are responsible for the planning, instruction and conduct of engagements. 
4. Evariran - The core unit of the Spear-Born, elEvariran are the Spellblade Sentinels who hold ground, guard routes, enforce security, and ensure that what is taken by blood is not lost to complacency;
5. Uhieriran - The Seekers, elUhieriran are those yet untested within the ranks of elIhnsilonniran, those few who have just recently given their oath of loyalty. In their service, they not only train in the art of the Blade, but also master the Arcane Arts in their preparation for the mantle of the Spellblade. In their service, each Uhierir is broken, shattered, thence reconstructed and molded in the image of the perfect warrior that shall forevermore guard Elvenkind itself.

 

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OOC:

If you wish to join this unit, simply send a letter to Ferd0207 or DM me on discord (Mao7695). All members are given a skin, figura armor, sword, shield, and halberd for extended cool factor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edited December 27, 2025 by Ferd0207

[trinn 5128]

“Are these Haelunorians not the elves who would usually deem other elves lesser? They call to other elves, now?” The Imperial Princess Joan Mariana spoke to her lady in waiting, “You know the histories write that their kind were so bold as to melt the bodies of their elven kin for the crime of … what was it? Impurity?”

 

“Where did their spines go?” 

[Aeus 2653]

"You convene with darkspawn. Reject and banish yourself back to whichever damp cave you came from, Child of Iblees."  The Prince of Aelwen and Haelun'or spoke aloud after reading the missive.

[Animael 1500]

Ark uttered idly to herself. "If they were able to let go of the past and unite with all other elves for their own protection..." She drew a finger over the parchment in small concentric circles. "I think there needs to be some hope in this bleak world, and unity is a good thing. Putting past grudges behind oneself, is a good thing."

[Random 1690]

An elf mostly foreign to the lands of Azuras and Aevos stared at the missive, intently. He wondered what the history may be, as the very Princedom he found himself frequenting was called treacherous and collaborators. “If this bothers them so much, why not simply wait for a while? I doubt that it will last another hundred years.” he murmured, a spark at the tip of his finger. For a moment he considered burning the missive, before deciding that this was too much of a cliché.

[Mescaffier 6197]

Celia Avilum, who was now surely nearing her 500th birthday, could recall with glee how fun it had been to raze the mali'ame villages of Arcas, and pillage the mali'ker caves - Haelun'or's acid pits had been full that day. So, when she heard that her fellow 'thill, other followers of Maehr’sae Hiylun’eyha, wished to defend them, she giggled. "Perhaps the lessers would be stupid enough to join them. I think not," the woman rolled her shoulders, and went back to her knitting.

[Unwillingly 18096]

In Galahad's tenure, he had come to understand clearly the motives of High Elven opportunists. It was this understanding that taught him to so mercifully stay his blade in spite of immeasurable transgressions, attacks, and violations upon his people at the hands of their rulers and gentry, and part of him believes the vindiction of the Mali'thill stems from an envy that it took little more than the folly of their own viceful rulers to bring ruin to their motherland.

 

"The blanched marble walls of Haelun'or are lately turned a much softer shade of gray with the deposition of the Mali'thill. It smells of unearthed stone and a gentler future for Elvenkind, one that cannot be had at the hands of opportunists who seek to sabotage the pursuit longevity in the name of a suicidal blaze of glory." says Galahad, before reminding: "This creed of elves– who had made a brazen attempt on my life, the life of my descendants and progenitors, sought to decry Caurósian dignity like dogs, and now sow wroth upon the Autumn Prince and his people– shall not so easily seize Malin's mantle. This is little more than an opportunistic recruitment drive dressed with the fires of rebellion.

 

Heed not the word of silver-tongued charlatans."

 

[Widu 535]

A short missive was issued from the ivory towers of the city that once was Siraminde

 

 

 

Heed not the ravings of one who has abandoned the reason of Larihei for madness and violence.

Dare not speak the name of our true Motherland, foolish child, for you hold no claim to it.

Abandon your cause, lest others be forced to bear the shame of Actalonnii Acaln’sae.

 

[Morigung-oog 5697]

Holy Ser Valithaël  af Bene Lisse read the call to arms in unnerving silence. She was able to recite many of the words before even reading them. Unity, Liberty, Tyranny. Shared purpose and a common foe. These terms were parroted near endlessly in recent days. T'was the familiar cadence, the ignorant drawl of a people who spoke of solidarity only when they required it. Where once she would have regarded such a missive with fury or fiery zealotry, she did instead only with the cold, tired  glance of someone who had endured these roundabout affairs several times over.

 

Haelun’or had once spoken to her in the same dialect, echoed the same terms and whispered them as temptation into her ear. 

 

They had elevated her only when it had suited them, placed command in her hands and called it trust. Necessity, she would later come to understand. The elfess had been useful; there was no doubt about it: her mind, her resolve, her wisdom and willingness to shoulder burdens others preferred not to carry. When the moment and the permittance had passed-- when her presence became inconvenient rather than expedient, they cast her aside with the same cold efficiency.

 

In the aftermath, she was to them what she had always been, that which had been conveniently overlooked by the Blessed Citizenry until it suited them. When she was no longer a leader, no longer their saviour. She was Fennic.

 

Lesser.

 

Expendable.

 

Valithael learned this lesson well during her acts defending the city, when a colossal boulder conjured by none other than a citizen of elcihi sent it down unto the threat. Her legs (and her life) were acceptable collateral. That's exactly what it was, not an accident, but collatoral, because collateral was acceptable when it was someone already deemed beneath consideration.

 

The Holy Knight recalled the frigid indifference her concerns were met with, as though her voice, once backed with the weight of a nation, had fallen silent. It veered between cold numbness or spiced vitriol that implied that she deserved the pain, every moment of it. It was not Haelun'or that permitted her to walk again, but the kindness of her fellow lessers, and the denizens of the Empire, who spent months magically restoring the strength previously lost to the crushed bone.

 

Valithael had learned to recognize when unity meant obedience, and when sacrifice was expected to flow in only one direction; a tragedy that would never be reciprocated.

 

She set the call aside without ceremony.

 

She did not answer it with bitterness, nor did she with any great level of sorrow, rather she did not answer it at all. This time it was her chance to have those desperate pleas fall upon deaf ears, otherwise uncannily perceptive.. She had long since stopped expecting better from elvendom as a whole.

 

Disappointment required expectation and Holy Ser Valithaël, arisen from the backstabbed husk of the Fallen Sohaer Valindra Nullivari, had none left to give.

 

 

 

[Navigator 4260]

2 hours ago, Aeus said:

"You convene with darkspawn. Reject and banish yourself back to whichever damp cave you came from, Child of Iblees."  The Prince of Aelwen and Haelun'or spoke aloud after reading the missive.

Vihimsa, Demonic King, metaphorically appeared to the Prince of Aelwen; "Not one of ours. Iblees doesn't claim this one - the post doesn't have good enough formatting for them to be one of us. Thanks!"

[Onnensr 1908]

"Noooo~ elves you have to help us overthrow the Empire!! I know me and my kin directly resulted in the doom of the Silver State, and moreover we'd melt you all in a'cid if we were in charge, but you have to help us!! Can't you see the order and security of the Empire is the real tyranny!?" Nerium whined to Valindra in the imagined voice of Antelian, snickering and crinkling his toes with glee. "They should've just built that damn chapel when I asked."

[Morigung-oog 5697]

15 minutes ago, Onnensr said:

"Noooo~ elves you have to help us overthrow the Empire!! I know me and my kin directly resulted in the doom of the Silver State, and moreover we'd melt you all in a'cid if we were in charge, but you have to help us!! Can't you see the order and security of the Empire is the real tyranny!?" Nerium whined to Valindra in the imagined voice of Antelian, snickering and crinkling his toes with glee. "They should've just built that damn chapel when I asked."

 

Valithael's edgy, stoic ruminations and chronic edgeposting were interrupted by Nerium's mockery. A thunderous cackle echoed throughout their Idunic estate and beyond. This was proceeded by a loud thud and the groaning of floorboards as she laughed herself straight off of the indoor balcony and onto the couch below. 

 

She was of the firm belief that had he not ascended to the ranks of the Holy See, her fiancé would have had a promising career in stand-up comedy.

[Nomine 35]

3 hours ago, trinn said:

“Are these Haelunorians not the elves who would usually deem other elves lesser? They call to other elves, now?” The Imperial Princess Joan Mariana spoke to her lady in waiting, “You know the histories write that their kind were so bold as to melt the bodies of their elven kin for the crime of … what was it? Impurity?”

 

“Where did their spines go?” 

 

A maiden of scarlet hair and unwavering optimism busied herself with polishing the iron embossing on a shiny new shield bearing the simple crest of a bright red apple. Her head popped up suddenly after the Princess spoke, looking around in bewilderment.

 

"Huh-?? Oh-! The war, right right right... uhm..." Upon registering the utterance of Haelun'or her face blanched a little and a single hard cinching of her eyes was made, before she managed a response in that chipper tone of hers, "I never knew too much about what the elves did- except they didn't really like me much, I don't think- but that's okay, because even though I try to get along with all the people I meet- no one is liked by everyone-!" Another witless blink was afforded, before her eternal blissfully ignorant smile shone, "I'm pretty sure their spines are in their backs, though- that's where most people keep it-!"

[Frisket 4538]

Vivien sat painting and practicing nail polishing and make up with her new odd elixirs, then she took a break only to pick at her missive basket and read this exact thing. Upon reading not even the entire thing, she said the following incantation

"Ignis"

 

As such, the missive lit up, and she threw it out the porch balcony. Allowing it to fly over towards petra. Vivien murmured something, before saying the same shit as she had always mentioned about the Haelun'orians.

 

"Hypocrites...."

[Baccaaa 490]

Somewhere within Idunia sat a snow elven woman in her homestead, now past her very first century by some years. As she received the letter from the local town crier did she retreat within said home. She sat by the fireplace as she read the letter, her dragonlike lizard mount and pet with scales of gold, Sunfire, lingered beside her even indoors. Her purple eyes trailed every single letter of the missive.

"They can't be serious, Mali'Thill fighting for all Mali? I do not want you to fight for me against me, hypocrites."

Sunfire growled as he sensed his caretaker's emotions as if in telepathy. The roar was heard on that entire road. She was afterall, yet another elf deemed lesser for birth and origin alone, on her second day in Haelun'or was she ever told that she were a savage, a brute, someone who would never become a true mali'thill, all that despite the fact she had been raised her entire life as a blessed high elf. She remembered, elven memory remembers even decades, a boon and a curse, the same memory that leads to insanity when they near the millenium.

"No Sunfire, not now." - "They will never be redeemed if they march to their own deaths in battle, battles fought against us. Though I'm convinced it is not redemption they seek anymore, but to die with their defunct ideology of superiority. Hopefully their death, which I do not wish upon them, will be the end of a chapter in the history of Mali and the beggining of a new one. I changed, why can't you?"

And so the snow elf stowed the missive, not burning it in the usual blue flame she burnt most of other missives. Instead she added it into the 'History' section of her bookshelf, already treating it as past.