A Call To The Dark Elves

[Baconthief 682]

Khel walks under the legs of the eastmost statue. On his shoulders wo prominate skulls protrodue outwards, they are as white as khel's long hair which dangles down to his waist. His armor is solid black, no color exists, it's only void. As he nears the campfire's light illuminats his face, a half-civilized ferocity is revealied within the eyes of black fire. Khel looks to each individual present and begins to speak

 

This calling, if not heard, will cause our kind to break down in weakness. The path we tred upon leads to shackles and weakness. Yet each and everyone of you innately carries true strength in your veins, strength that will every generation fades and dimminishes. There was a time in Aegis when we were few yet we proud, strong, and feared.

 

He pauses a moment, looking the nearest Elf right in the eyes

 

We have long forgoten that, this strength that courses through your veins. With every step we took into the hands of our cousin elves and the hands of every other lord and ruler of this world, we loose a ourselves, and our identity. There are some among us who share are blood, the blood of the Dark Elves who I look upon with true shame. They stepped too far over the threshold and became a faerie, a weakling, or a true fool. They give us a bad name and they will give us a hellish future if not stoped

 

Khel looks back to the Dark Elves around the fire

 

However, I see potential in each and everyone of you. The potential to continue to walk the path of our people, continue being strong, or to find the strength you've lost. This potential is hope. We must regress from our current lives, and drop the habits our people took upon themselves when we made the choice to join our fellow elves. If we are to truely become strong we must not look at each other and see Klaren or Oussana, we must look at one another as brother and sister. We must step back from the elves of malinor and into our own world, you will not find our old lives in there.

 

Khel points behind him with a gauntled finger, aiming for the malinorian capital city

 

You will find it there

 

Khel points in the other direction, away from malinor and in the direction of a wild, overgrown path. The trees there are thick and the further you look, it only appears to get thicker

 

As a prince I tried to make a true home for our people, but I see now that's impossible. Malinor is /a/ home for us, but it is not the home our ancestors would be proud of. In that forest, lies our future. . .but only if you accept this chance. Walk away from your faerie leaders or mortal lords and unite together and create our future. I intend to do the same by joining those people who wish to follow this fath in one community, a community focused on the progression of our people, a community focused on strength of will, and a community focused on our salvation

[Goldd 126]

Xexus Nightheart suddenly grows excited; he tries to hide it, but fails miserably. Quickly he walks up to Khel's side, and talks with his deep voice, a sense of pride and importance wavering within it. 

 

"Yes this is the time. I will follow you to whatever future, or end, Prince Oussana."

 

Xexus smiles as he purposely addresses Khel as a prince.

[Urasept 1361]

A tall Darkelf comes out of the shadows and leans against one of the stone pillars and watches the others shuffle in. His red blood-dyed longcoat and long silver hair sway in the wind.  As he looks towards the center he notices some familiar faces.

 

Vendui..ji Usstan inbal uss klez ulu joros. Vel'bol zhah l'iklnig whol tluin ul'kas saph natha rothe?

[Gemmylou 484]

A smaller frame stands behind the tall dark elf in the red coat, a bundle in her arms. She stands close to him, only seen by a few, as the camp-fire light illuminates part of her face and watches each person in the crowd carefully. Her scarlet eyes stick like glue to Khel, listening to every word intently. She carefully reaches out and puts a hand on the tall elf's back, a look of unease on her face.  

[Baconthief 682]

Head immediately darts to Urasept, he closes his eyes and searches the back of his mind as he searches for the meaning behind the words khel has long forgoten. Khel opens them, revealing the darkness of his eyes.

 

He opens them and speaks

 

Vendui. . .Dos zhaun vel'bol Usstan telanth d'. Gaer

 

Khel pauses a long moment, unable to find the proper words to contune

 

You know what I speak of there are some just like cattle, and will be damned if not saved. Some should not be given salvation, but there are others who deserve the chance of power and a chance, no a life. The life of my father and yours, our ancestors 

 

Few strong remain, you know this, I do not call you weak or rothe

[Dyn 149]

Dyn nods to words of Khel, at least the ones he understands, before shouting out.

"And what of the non-dark elves? Do you expect me to just abandon my daughter? One of the few things I have left to smile about? I agree that I don't want a home in Malinor, but not all dark elves are great either! Lyweneth is a prime example."

[Dr. Eggnog 74]

Idelmar says out loud " I will follow you every step of the way Khel." (( sorry for short posts. I'm on my phone.))

[Baconthief 682]

Looks away from Urasept for a moment and to Dynasty

 

Bring whoever you desire, those you feel are worthy. And yes, there are some among us who are deplorable whores, fools, and weaklings. The very purpose of this gathering is to admit this problem and no longer deny it. Those who fit your example, the 'ungreat' dark elves will either have to learn, or leave.

[Urasept 1361]

All I meant is I don't care to be summoned like some kind of slave. But while somethings you have said are true. What are your visions of the Darkelves... the so called strong, most I have seen are weak and should be seen moreso as humans. Mainly with their habbits and mannerisms. You know this to me true, as well as most of the people present. I mean not to offend, but the truth does hurt.

 

He turns and looks to his fiance and nods to acknowledge her presence. Then looks back to Khel.

 

I have come to realize there are more things that define strength and worth. Which is why I question your definition and views.

[Jistuma 1996]

*From besides one of the trees, hidden in the shadow it creates, another dark elf stands tall, his eyes, colored blue and red, watch Khel speak, taking notice of his brother's darkened eyes. A blank expression rests on his face, relaxed and unmoving, while the hands rest behind his back. He does not need to agree or deny with the statements said, he will follow his brother where he leads, yet he still listens as to learn the proper ways of the family. Never much of a fighter like his brothers, his intellect is what he guides himself with, but even that must go the same direction his family does, that is why he listens, that is why he learns from his brother even at such an age. His gaze shifts to those speaking when they do, only to return once more to Khel. And so, Kravac, the youngest brother of the Ousanna's watches from the shade at the future of his family*

[Baconthief 682]

Khel looks to Isirack, seeming to expect him to say something at any moment

 

I am not calling those of our kind who live in malinor weak, I do not call them anything at all. This is an alternative we may take in our lives, a life among our cousins or a life among our own. You will not be any lesser for taking either path, this is for those who are tired of what we were when we move into malinor. In your lecture you stated the dark elves used to be more. . .'tribal', think of this as bringing that back

[Dyn 149]

Dyn raises a brow at the last remark. Sighing, he leans back and speaks his mind again.

"No offense Khel, but I'd rather not become like the uruks that wronged us so in Normandor."

[Baconthief 682]

Khel then looks back to Urasept

 

You're right, strength does not come from just here

 

Khel grabs his forearm, placing a hand on the muscle 

 

It also comes from here

 

Khel taps his temple 

 

You misunderstand what I say about strength, it's not uruk strength it's strength of both mind, body, and of heart

 

Yes, many of our race are weak and I've watched them degrad to this level. We innately are strong, and but there are many who ignore this quality and take the path of fools. I've seen our people as whores and scum, ever single person here knows it true. I imagine every single person here also wants that to not be true. We must not ignore the truth, even if it does hurt. This is where we change the habits of our people

[Dyn 149]

Growling a bit, Dyn repeats himself. 

"Again, I'd like to not become like the uruks. What would separate us from them? Other than the smell."

[Dr. Eggnog 74]

Idelmarlooks to dynasty before saying " Our culture, way of life, mannerisms and whatnot will! We will neverdegrade to their level!"