STATEMENT FROM THE TALONNII AN'ASUL

[Gemini 1737]

Issued as of 

8th of Sun's Smile

284 SA

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For centuries, perhaps nearing a millennium the An’asul Talonnii has devoted itself wholly to the service of the Motherland. Through agriculture and nourishment, through artistry and magical scholarship, through research, diplomacy, and governance, our name has been woven into the very fabric of Haelun’or. Though we are remembered most often for our political contributions, our roots stretch far deeper than the chambers of debate.

 

The An’asul Talonnii was never born into abundance. We were a small house, a vulnerable one, and the curse of Iblees struck our lineage with particular cruelty. Yet where others may have surrendered to despair, we resolved instead to transform hardship into purpose. We chose not stagnation, but defiance. We chose to challenge the complacency of the status quo, to thrive as the underdogs of our age. As our creed has always declared: if one desires change, one must become the instrument of it.

 

For much of my life, I have been branded a thorn within society, not because I bore hatred towards the Motherland, but because I refused to indulge in the hollow pleasantries and performative decorum that plague our political sphere. I have always spoken plainly. My thoughts leave my mouth unfiltered and unsoftened, and for that honesty I have suffered greatly. Threats of Purity Tribunals. Calls for my exclusion. Demands for my removal as Laurir An’asul.

 

Yet I ask the state to remember this above all else:

 

When assassins were sent against myself and my Talonnii, not once did we raise our hands against Haelun’or. Not once did we betray the Motherland. While others painted us as enemies, we spent our days spreading the gospel of Larihei, seeking those lost lambs who once walked proudly among their kin but had since been cast into the herds of lesser cattle, where resentment and hatred festered within them.

For centuries, I was denied my home. Haelun’or closed its gates to me, and I was forced into exile beyond the walls of the nation I had spent my life serving. Yet even then, I refused to waste away in bitterness. I chose instead to learn. To study the lesser races. To understand those who sought us harm. Even the darkspawn possesses lessons worth uncovering.

 

One cannot blind oneself to all that is uncomfortable and still claim to seek salvation. To reject understanding is to walk willingly toward oblivion, and in oblivion there awaits only ruin.

 

Only after Maheral Miravaris himself confirmed my purity, confirmed that I had never harboured ill intent toward the Motherland was I permitted to return to my people. Yet by then, the damage had already been done. Rumours travel swifter than truth, and reputations are far easier destroyed than restored.

 

Still, I remain steadfast in my beliefs.

 

I believe in free speech. I believe in democracy. We are Mali’thill, not Valah..not blind zealots kneeling before figures who gorge themselves within ivory towers while the masses starve below in the mud.

 

I will not be silenced.

 

I will not yield.

 

To Maheral Miravaris, I once again offer the unwavering loyalty of House An’asul. My Talonnii stand ready to serve at your command in whatever capacity the Motherland may require.

 

And to the state itself, let this missive stand as a reminder.

 

Remember all that the An’asul Talonnii have sacrificed for Haelun’or. Remember all we have endured in service to the Motherland. Never did we ask for reward, nor recognition. Yet in return for our loyalty, we were met with persecution, even attempted genocide.

 

And still, we returned.

 

That is what it means to be An’asul.

 

Signed, 

Laurir Usamea An'asul

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[Crevel 7557]

"You speak nothing more than facts, dear sister. The radiant sun of An'asul shines brightly on the 'thill and the State's inability to recognise such will only serve its own repose." one never-present Leithedir An'asul monologues to Usamea. 

[Ferd0207 214]

Deep within some unknown cavern which was possibly the third safehouse the Sanguine-haired Mali had visited today, Antelian Acaln'sae read the missive. As he did so, a faint smile of displeasure crossed his lips as he handed the parchment to his cousin, Arkaniel. "Yet again..." Began the young Elf. "The Mali'thill prove themselves gentle to their enemies and merciless to their kin. Toothless before the wolf and fanged before the lamb." @Gvozdenko

[Atlas Got Cubed 51]

"Odd, I thought all Talonniian were loyal to elMaheral elHaelunor'ehya by default, unless they chose to declare otherwise" Commented the ward of the An'asul Talonnii. 

"But perhaps elLaurir believes lowering herself and our Talonnii at the feet of the new Maheral will spare her from the judgement of elPariran'tir and the Silver Law." Atlyn shook her silver-haired head  "Not even elMaheral  is exempt from the eyes of elPariran'tir, or the criticism of the people."

 

The prideful elfess continued to mutter to herself as she marched through the underground city, towards the aviary.

 

"As you wrote yourself, Usamea, our loyalties are to Larihei and her people, regardless of our status within elCihi'thilln. elTalonnii An'asul is loyal to Haelun'or, the people. Not to any one maheral, especially one who would consort with the enemy."

[Mynto 107]

"Believe in free speech... and yet choose it to make jokes in poor taste?" A velvet clad laurir hummed leaning over the missive that slid across the counter of the tavern, "Perhaps you are just, ne funny."

[Samler 1565]

A masked elf had found a dramatic place to hang out, like a cliff, it rained but his magic signalled by a faint blue glow, which made him look mayhaps a bit edgy and angsty, kept the rain off him and his pet panther as the text were illuminated by a metal parrot on his shoulder, spewing just enough fire to read. "She most certainly still claims I sent the assassin." A CRACK UPPON THE SKY AS A PERFECTLY TIMED STRIKE OF THUNDER EHCOED IN THE DISTANCE! "Yet my hands are clean. Still it fails to address a few points- And that is some heavy rounding up there-" Seth faded from his dramatic setting to more akin a nerd reading the rules of a TTRPG, to which he had his panther nod in agreement with- Had it lost it?