Letters on Purity III

[Supremacy 3361]

Birch boxes have returned to the door steps of the mali’aheral of Normandor . Each box retaining the features of the two which have appeared there in the past. The boxes are closed with small metal clasps and in the bottom right corner sits a grey painted on silver shape, similar to that of a helix. The light boxes contrast against the darker wood they sit upon.

One who opens a box will find a letter written on what at first glance appears to be clear, crisp and new parchment. The outside of the letter is sealed with wax and once again the name of its recipient is elegantly written across its face. They read:

Dearest mali’aheral of Normandor,

It is with a sorrowful heart that I write to you a third time. It does not come easy to see such impurity so close to Haelun’or and this mali’aheral still finds it deeply concerning that this has not come to a satisfactory end.

From observation it seems that not only the deceit which I have written about before is growing but that some of the revered and blessed race have adopted this incredibly false mentality and have begun to teach it amongst the elves of Normandor.

Perhaps the falsity of such beliefs andthe degree of magnitude which they impact our blessed culture and the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya is best explained in parable. In this way those of simple minds who may have misunderstood the message which I have so eloquently tried to impart twice before may have an illustration of the monstrosity which pollutes the pure mali’aheral of Haelun’or.

Consider a beautiful home. A home filled with many ornate pieces of furniture and other objects. Clocks of silver, jewelry encrusted with diamonds, the finest chairs which may be found in all of existence, heirlooms of both cultural and in some cases magical qualities, trinkets of unimaginable worth and books of unthinkable wisdom. This home as one may imagine, although it is not particularly large is far superior to all those within the city which it resides with. Indeed, so superior is the home that the rest of the city becomes jealous.

In their jealousy they reason to themselves (quite illogically) that the owner of this home has wronged them and that they deserve what the owner had so carefully cultivated for himself. So they resolve that they must take some of these magnificent objects for themselves. It is then that the villagers take it upon themselves to illegally rip those objects from the blessed home. Despite the valiant effort of the home owner who defends many attempts to take, eventually one is capable of taking from him a small amount of what he had at a time of weakness.

One might ask: What is so wrong with this? Will they not be equally as beautiful as separate parts?

The answer quite simply is no. These new owners; unaccustomed and totally incapable of taking care of such ornate and beautiful pieces of furniture and trinkets slowly permit the objects to dull and lose their original luster. The objects which had once been the center point of the most stunning home in the entire city now lose their shine. As time passes the villagers slowly forget how incredibly they once were, and slowly they forget and the objects are tossed aside. Now broken the home owner who once took care of them finds some of them, and desperately tries to repair and restore them to their previous glory. But alas, it is too late. The damage is already done and the home owner finds that they those he did find are irreparably damaged and although he is capable of restoring some of their beauty, what once was is never to be restored.

Slowly the cycle continues as the villagers realize what the home owner to carefully cultivates in his home and continue to take and destroy. Eventually there is nothing left but the memory of the once beautiful home which slowly, as with all things gives way to the flow of time. The house which once blessed the city with all its luster and glory lost to the foolishness of the entitled villagers who wished for a part of its glory.

This letter, mali’aheral of Normandor is written so that you may realize your potential, perhaps cast away the imperfection which you have brought upon yourselves and the culture of your ancestors and return to the glory that is Haelun’or before you too are irrevocably lost as the owners trinkets were.

~ A concerned mali'aheral

The note is not signed with any other name. It simply and quite deliberately ends.

[Aiden 173]

As Orym walks out of his home he sees a birch box. He curiously opens it and sees a letter. After skimming through it, he puts the letter back in the box and carries it inside, putting it next to his other two boxes. He then mutters to himself "These elves seem to be desperate for new members.." he sighs as he walks out of his home, going to where he initially planned to go before he had seen the box.

((Lovely writing, I enjoyed reading it, even though my character isn't enthusiastic about it.. +1'd))