Decree of Exile, 282 S.A.

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D E C R E E    O F    E X I L E

Issued by the Ivory Crown and Grace of the High Prince,

11th of the Grand Harvest, 282 S.A.

lye’Malian lliran’ehya Cauróh,  

 

Vital to the dignity of Elvendom is the preservation of just and righteous law, upon which the harmony our noble society is built. It is by the hand of due process and governance that our people have persisted in peace for decades, an accord by which only the most wayward, misguided, and defiant would dare transgress. 

 

Thus, may it be known that within the resplendent walls of Caras Siol dwelt one Sylvara af Ingeson, stands guilty of the following offenses, as outlined under Criminal Law within the Ivory Codex:

 

ɪ. ᴏꜰ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ

The deliberate and unlawful taking of one’s life through malice. 

 

1st Degree: Murder with premeditated malice aforethought. A capital offense.

2nd Degree: Murder in the absence of premeditated malice, but with extreme recklessness. A felony.

Manslaughter: Murder due to sudden emotional distress, or gross negligence. A felony.

 

ɪɪ. ᴏꜰ ᴠɪɢɪʟᴀɴᴛɪꜱᴍ

The enforcement of law and criminal penalties in the absence of authority.

 

1st Degree: Vigilantism that results in the wrongful mistreatment of the accused that results in grievous mistreatment or harm. A felony.

2nd Degree: Vigilantism that results in the wrongful mistreatment of the accused that results in minor or moderate mistreatment or harm. A misdemeanor.

 

Henceforth, under the watchful eye of the Ivory Codex, the Mali’aheral known as Sylvara af Ingeson hereby sentenced to ᴛᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴇxɪʟᴇ from all territories of the Holy Protectorate of Malin. Upon the completion of her term, her sentence shall be subject to revision where her standing under the law shall be judged rightly. 

 

Signed,

Galahad Ílumrin

High Prince of Cauróst, Prince of Malinor & Eldest Son of Húrin Ilumrin
 

Spoiler

u got 3 days

june 7th 💔 @Karina

 

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A lavender clad elfess read the missive. Shrinking on herself, she winced as the visceral memories of the event flashed into her mind. Scowling harshly, she straightened herself, spat on the floor, then turned and marched away... only when she had departed several paces from the crowd surrounding the bulletin did she allow herself to shrink again, her pace becoming slow. She began sulking, her head hanging low as she returned to her home in the Jewel of the East, Caras Siol.

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An ancient creature peers over the declarations. Smoke trailing from open maw, naught more than a disappointed sigh.

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"The flame we shared, I believed it was just as mine."

To the woman of many faces, Deulara thought and endured cut from the same afflicted sun as the woman; furious at injustice, unwilling to kneel before rot -- let alone flee from it. She thought, and thought. Sylvara, a dangerous woman because of her good-willed mask to rebuke the hollow in her sins. 

"Sylvara."

The Dark Elf continued to enact a kick, and two other kicks struck a wall, and a punch, rageful enough to sever the reach of her hand, followed too. The silver-muddy thread coursing to her tendons, she punched once more. Nevertheless, only grimace latched onto her expression; where a lesser soul found no need for rage this time, and hardly ever these days.

"What have you done?"
"What line did you cross, convincing yourself the world would be purer for it, this time?"