A Call To Action: Mali'ker Unite!

[Cyndikate 2303]

A hooded Dark Elf stands at the entrance of Malinor, calling all elves, especially Mali'ker to hear her plea.

"Fellow Citizens of Malinor!" she raises her hand to call their attention. "It has come to our attention that the scum bags of Oren have been placed under orders to kill Mali'ker on sight."

She enters Malinor to ascend the stairs leading up to the High Elven District.

"It is time that Oren is punished for their crimes! No longer should we stand around and allow the humans to treat us like dirt! No longer should our fellow Mali'ker friends suffer to the hands of savage, sadistic pigs! We must band together and fight back! For every hand they cut, we cut the hands of theirs! For every elven throat they slit, we slit the throats of their people. We should not have to sit here and allow these humans to bully us into submission. No longer should we allow them to continue their mindless genocide. Their so called game of sport. It's time to fight! It is time for justice!"

She lowers her hand, and descends the steps.

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

Bili Hollowmead sits in front of his hearth in the New Vale, smoking his pipe and blowing out small, weakly formed rings of smoke (An art he has yet to perfect). He folds a leg up onto his other knee, and rocks gently in his comfortable and handsome chair. He recalls hearing a man shouting earlier that day, something about the execution of many Mali.

At that, Bili rubs his back, running his fingers along the faded scars given to him by a peculiar High Elf, a scientist who was conducting a very odd experiment. Bili exhales sharply, blowing a jet of smoke through the remnants of the rings he was blowing before, and says, "Justice is bein' served on those awful snooty Elves, at last!"

[Aiden 173]

((Guys please cut the OOC..))

Orym doesn't say anything, but he sticks around to listen to the responses.

[Salamandra 1136]

Salamandra stands with his arms crossed, back against the wall as he listens to the speech. He remains silent as she speaks, and afterward.

[Polgrath 215]

Polgrath hobbles up to the growing crowd, still limping.

"They shall pay... and pay dearly... of that they can be assured"

[DRAGON117op 34]

E'Lizhath hears the useless cries of those he used to call brothers and sisters. He thinks "If one man can change the view of many, then we are all doomed for an eternity" E'Lizhath sits down on the stairs to his home in New Vale, puffing on his rather large pipe. Thinking more on what has yet to come.

[Goldd 126]

*Xexus Nightheart nods at the speech with a sly grin.*

"I told them Velulaei will punish the wretched valah... So it begins."

*Xexus chuckles a little and his mysterious amethyst eyes glint with approval.*

[Song Druid 1486]

((Any further OOC in this thread will result in a warning. Cease it immediately.))

[Bircalin 332]

Thoughts of Aegis and it's downfall flood Bircalin's mind with both grief and joy, giving him a calm sense of serenity. The vines entangle one another as they hang precariously from the ceiling of the chapel and above his head.

The voice calling-out demands his attention, forcing his eyes to slide open as he stares blankly ahead of himself, listening.

His once blank expression folds into a painful wince as the talking comes to a close. He shuts the light out of his eyes once more, speaking softly to himself.

"Things will not end well if this is the path Malin's children choose..."

[CountJuno88 230]

*Taking a deep breath, Birch slowly makes his way towards the stairs as the hooded figure begins her descent. As he passes the figure, he gives a solemn shake of his head and mutters something to himself. As he ascends the step, his ordinary coat of browns and greens ruffles slowly in the breeze. At the top, he turns to face the crowd, his face portraying a look of deep concern. Extending his arms out to his side, he shouts over the crowd:

"Is this the way we behave in this day and age!?" He keeps his hands extended as if he awaits an answer from the crowd, but his penetrating gaze hints that his question is rhetorical. "Do we, as Elves of our proud and noble Father, go about war-mongering and spreading fear and dissent like beasts filled with blood-lust!?" At this, Birch lowers his head and lets his arms fall to his side. After a moment, he shakes his head and lifts it once more to meet the gaze of the crowd.

"My friends. My brethren. There are those among us that would have you believe that war, hatred, and violence are the answers to many of our problems. Those that declare war are not your friends, nor are they your brethren. They do not carry the well-being of our ancient and proud nation as the ultimate good of our people. Their hearts are filled with hate and they would have that hate satiated at the price of the precious and irreplaceable lives of our race. Believe me when I say this! The curse that lies upon our people should not be taken lightly when considering acts of warfare. We are not easily replaced and with each Elf that dies, a bit of our proud history and the wisdom of our people dies with them. No! War is not the answer! Death is not the answer!"

*Birch gazes over the crowd with an intense fire burning within his eyes. He waves his hand over the crowd before continuing.

"Do not believe those who tell you war is the only answer. They wish to use you as pawns in their own devious schemes. I, however, wish to free you from the ignorance that has been forced upon you. I desire that your eyes be opened and that your minds be truly enlightened as our ancestors' were when they walked with Malin. We are a proactive people, not a reactionary one. We do not let ourselves be controlled by the trivial events that happen outside of this forest. Believe me when I say this, if we continue on with this course of action, we shall forsake the memory of Malin, himself! Malin gave the forest to us, and it is in the forest that we flourish and endure!

I implore you, my brethren. Do not let your fate be decided by those who wish the destruction of our race, for even if we do win in whatever battles they have planned, we shall forever destroy the legacy of our people and shall be Children of Malin no more. Will you sit idly by and allow this to happen? I think not, so I invite you, no, implore you to rise up and claim your heritage. Join me in my resolve to restore our people to the dignity, pride, and nobility deserving of the name Elf. Let our weapons be wisdom, philosophy, and knowledge and let our shield be the guidance of the Aspects. Together, we shall reclaim our inheritance. Together, we shall flourish once more. Together, we are the Children of Malin!"

*Extends his hands towards the crowd and beckons them to respond.

[WickedRN 60]

Earenniel hears the speech from within the High Elven district and rushes to open the gates and let herself out. After fumbling with the key she eventually manages to get it open. Over the dull roar of the crowd she shouts.

Mali! Do not let this hooded figure coax you to your deaths. It is true that Oren insists upon the murder of our kin, for humans destroy that which they envy. Why then, would you want to seek them out? Would you really sink to their level? It is easy enough to avoid the valah which so forwardly express their jealousy. Their crimes are great and rage is justified, but bringing steal upon Oren will doom not just those daring enough to venture to valah lands, but upon all Mali. Surely if you cannot think of your own safety, think of others! Attacking Oren will bring war upon us all. Death will come, regardless of who was so selfish as to raise a blade against the valah. Do not be so selfish as to let your revenge be the doom of an entire people. Unify yourselves for the sake of defense, for we are few and they are many. Come together here, as one, and protect yourselves and your families rather than leave them to face the consequences of a rash decision.

Earenniel looks to the crowd, hopeful that her words may have convinced any who considered carrying out the hooded elf's poorly thought out plan.

[Cyndikate 2303]

The hooded elf takes a deep breath before speaking.

"Make your choices then. Would you rather sit by and allow these people to slaughter our friends, family and children? Or do you want to fight back and defend ourselves? The choice is yours. If you fight, indeed some will die, but if we remain idle, some will die too. At least when we fight we have defended ourselves, and our loved ones. For if we do nothing, we only encourage them to bully us further.

We need to show them that they have no right to use the Mali for their twisted games of sport. This is not about getting revenge. This is about defending our lives as Mali."

[CountJuno88 230]

*points at the hooded figure. "Ah. She hopes by avoiding the real issues that she shall win you over to her selfish cause. She fails to address the true heart of the matter. She immediately turns your gaze back to her desire for -vengeance-. She plays upon your emotions and stirs your bestial temptations. You are above this! I will not avoid the true matter. Answer me, betrayer of our ways, why should we rally to your selfish cause in order to satiate your hunger for revenge?"

[Jraie45 (Larien Alfakyn) 14]

Larien watches from the steps leading to the Mali'aheral encampment, she lets out a long sigh then brushes hair from her face, she speaks softly to herself,"Why must so many insist on provoking t-the Valah... Nothing good can o-or ever will come f-from petty fighting such as t-this... They s-say this is about defending ourselves..? How many lives a-are cut short in impulsive ac-actions such as these..?" She glances back down over the crowd, her eye almost flickering,"Why m-must so many lower t-themselves to the level of the Valah..?"

[Baconthief 682]

Prince Khel keeps his head lowered through the rambling, his head hung in a deep contemplation. Never before in his life has he had a more fiery hatred for the mortals. His right hand is balled into a tight fist, as his left is relaxed. He fights the urge to join up in arms with this person. He know he would loose, but at least he would cause pain to those who deserve it. He finally looks up shouting

NO!

Let the pointy eard humans in Oren die! Oren does not threaten us, it threatens those who wander into their borders. True elves only reside in malinor those who are untrue will continue to complain and wine about living in a place they to don't belong. Those elves in Oren who are upset, they can move. Those who fear being in Oren, do not go to Oren! Stay here were you will see only peace. Oren will never bother us here as long as we keep to ourselves. Peace is what we will keep, those who act against peace do not act for malinor. We will keep our isolation, we will keep our nuetrallity, we will keep our peace!

Khel storms off very angered, down the stairs to the mali'ker district lobby. A flipped table can be heard in the distance as it hits the stone floor