To all Mali'thill

[Atlas Got Cubed 49]

 

Issued from the office of Tilruir’sil, Atlyn An’asul

5th of The Sun’s Smile, Year 287 of the Second Age

 

 

 

These words are written in response to the latest missive from Sohaer Veralya Wyn’asul:

 

For over a thousand years, those who are blessed by the Golden Pools and follow the teachings of Larihei have congregated in elCihi’thilln, under elHeial’thilln, in the Motherland: Haelun’or.

elHaelun’or has always been the name given to the lands where those who follow elMaehr’sae Hiylun’ehya reside, but elCihi’thilln’s Sohaer now rejects that title.

 

This then begs the question: What is Taliyu’lin?

Veralya Wyn’asul is not an elected Sohaer, and she is no longer Sohaer of Haelun’or. elCihi’thilln has become a dollhouse in which Mali give themselves illegitimate titles and play pretend at following the teachings of Larihei. We the citizens follow along in the game. We corrupt the meaning of “Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya” each time the words leave our mouths. 

If Taliyu’lin is not the Motherland of the High Elves, then she is naught but another mundane city under the Empire, one that elSillumiran and elMali’thill do not owe loyalty to.

 

Any true mali’thill, who is loyal to the way of Larihei, knows that debate and discussion and pride for our homeland should not be shunned nor censored. Elesia Elervathar’s words embodied the nature of Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya, she set an example for the hope and joy every ‘aheral should hold in their chest when they speak of their heritage.

How far have we fallen, that our Heial’thilln would reprimand her for such, that our Sohaer would enforce the editing of Elesia’s sentiment to better suit the valah palate?

 

True hope lies in sentiment that takes action, in words given meaning. By speaking of a better future with flowery language that suffocates itself trying to not utter the name “Haelun’or”, we fall into complacency. Our words have become empty; the flickering flame of the mali’thill will die.

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To the Blessed Citizens of Haelun’or,

 

Heya ito etheh’igne karinto?

 

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To She who has betrayed Larihei, Veralya Wyn’asul,

 

You forget that the right to call, or not call, the city you govern the Motherland is not yours by default. It is a right that is earned by grace of the people, and by adherence to elMaehr’sae Hiylun’ehya. 

But under your regime, the teachings of Larihei have become as hollow as the cavern the Silver City hides itself in.

In rejecting elHaelun’or, you disgrace the memory of Larihei. You have made yourself Sohaer of nothing.

 

Know that I do not write these words to you out of malice, nor do I write them in haste. You should know that these actions are my own, and should not be attributed to the influence of my Mentor. For despite how this missive may be interpreted by you and the rest of elHeial’thilln, my perspective is one shared by every rational and loyal citizen of Haelun’or.

I weep for you, seeing that you have fallen so far from elNarn ito Thill.

 

I call you now to attest for your purity- not before elPariran’tir, but before all of elMali’thill.

If the mali’thill of Haelun’or choose to abandon the way of Larihei with you, and if they too reject the concept that they are of the Motherland, then they may rot with you and your regime.

 

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Tilruir’sil of Haelun’or,

Atlyn An’asul.

Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya

 

[Turnipian 203]

A rose-gold haired Tilruir'lin stares blankly at the missive as they watch the ongoing of a dwed wedding, before then setting the page alit and tossing it aside, their head shaking in disappointment of the one they had never met, yet heard such praise for.

[Inkthorn 1433]

"Wrong, " replies Iyathavir. He spits on the poster and rips it down.

[Air 912]

A long sigh leaves Ante'ahern as the content of the missive are processed in his mind, seated on the couch of the Wynasul manor. He spares an occasional glance toward his own daughter as she rambles about something in the background.

 

"Such a brazen oem'ii. . . Adorellan must reign this wayward daughter of his in before she makes a bigger fool of herself."

[Lumipire 110]

Adorellan An’asul, Okarir’sil of Haelun’or, looked long upon the missive, and his gaze grew dim with grief. For a time he spoke not, and a weary sigh escaped from him at last.

“The hope I had so long sheltered within my heart is no more. A fool I was, daring to believe that she had turned from the road that led her ever farther from me. I have taken her into my care, a daughter she was in my eyes, and all that I could give her, I gave, be it my counsel, my patience and my love - that she might find her way beneath kinder stars. Yet, now the bitter hour has come. She shall depart from my house and bear my name no more, and it shall remain as is despite my grief.”
 

“Alas, that it should end thus.”
 

Adorellan then cast the missive aside. No more words he wished to speak. And silent in his grief, he turned and departed to his chambers, taking with him three bottles of Visaj red, so that he may drown his sorrows, and refuge himself from the ache of a father’s broken heart.

[Chimeraof1999 1187]

A specter looked over this missive, he smiled brightly:

"Your nation failed underneath the vasselization of the Orcs. I have no respect for these individuals who claim they can or cannot do something when they are successful in their endeavors. You lost that title, there's nothing left for those who hide in cowardice."

The creature took the missive aside, folding it and archiving it.

[Yuln 265]

"So much ado about a name." Yuln sighs and shakes her head. "Whatever name we carry officially, we are Haelun'or, as Haelun'or is the community, our line of Aheral culture and the people that carry forth Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya. It is not the name upon the seal of our council that makes us Haelun'or. It may be Taliyu'lin, but if it walks like Haelun'or an talks like Haelun'or, as the valah say..."
She wanders back home, to her drawing desk. "No need for such a condemnation for a mere change of name that is more politcally convenient at this time. It really is rather dramatic. We will raise the silver owl once more when the time and place is there, I am sure. Alas, such time and place is not now."

[Kirkigar 133]

The young 'aheral took the letter in his hands and, with a soft sigh, tossed it aside. Then he began to chuckle "Some things never change. But well, it's my problem no longer" — "Clinging to their doctrine seems to have made them forget what's the meaning of progress"

[Inkthorn 1433]

22 hours ago, Kirkigar said:

The young 'aheral took the letter in his hands and, with a soft sigh, tossed it aside. Then he began to chuckle "Some things never change. But well, it's my problem no longer" — "Clinging to their doctrine seems to have made them forget what's the meaning of progress"

"Yeah man, " replies the Unknown Agent. "The Empire killed Haelun'or. We are afraid of the Empire, so we comply with what they tell us to do. We are the big bads actually!"

[ItsChevnotJeff 11]

*Kelvahn abruptly wakes up from a short nap, a cold sweat on their face*

 

"I feel like something has happened... probably nothing"