WORD OF THE MAHERAL

[Kenzo74 755]

 

 

elsan’elMaheral

Maheral Arasdir Miravaris

1st day of The Amber Cold, the Year 288 of the Second Age

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et the matter be set aright.

 

With the dawn and kindling of our peoples, Larihei to us bequeathed our charge. Stewardship of lore and song, that long night may be forestalled and fairness availed. Fondness there lay in the hearts of all of things that were and things that again might be, but in this longing we give overmuch to needs of our own - and not unlike the mali'ata, who so conceited in their wants are scarce to bethink themselves of that which Larihei unto them entrusted, and forget to give back the wholeness that they so idly took.

 

Customs deep enrooted and whims alike may be forlorn that a Will of Silver endures, and the path continues unhindered.

 

Thusly I defend not Veralya Wynasul, but myself.
For though her hand guided the quill, the will and thoughts of it are mine. No reproach I shall suffer of my Sohaer for deeds faithfully rendered.

 

It is I, Maheral Arasdir Miravaris, Steward of Her Will Most Blessed, that you have quarrel with, Atlyn An'asul.

And yet I shall not diminish your call. I shall myself stand before the Pariran'tir as any other and to their judgement heed.
And so shall you, for words and deeds of such treachery are not to be so lightly given.
For the question of my erring in ensuring maehr'sae hiylun'ehya is not the only that needs answering, but also whether your loyalty has been forsaken and whether wisdom yielded unto malice.

 

For availing Antelian in his attempt on my life I have granted you forgiveness, though you flew from trial. Though you were bid you cease your availing him in his practice of dark arts you were reluctant. And now, your mind so wholly corrupted by fel and dark, you devise against your own kindred designs of evil.

 

I shall welcome judgement of the wise gladly. Shall you?

 

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anniler’oem onn elsiimah, neehya elilum tuva narn’vallei  

 

[Widu 535]

"Arhil laurieh, hileia iteh," - Liewyn exclaimed, gazing upon the missive. 

[ImCookiie 1950]

"[…] And to flee from trial is the defense of a coward, to succumb to the chaotic whispers of the dark arts is the failure of a fragile mind. It is a profound stain upon our populace when Mali'aheral yield their ancestral wisdom to the formless malice of the corrupt." 

 

The Blessed Child turned away from her window. "Maehr'sae hiylun'aheya cannot coexist with subversion."