Fiyem'ihnsil, The Reborn Spears

[Gaius ~ Sertorius Cagan 62]

With a grim grip of his fist, Yanetian places his falx obediently lying on the wooden floor. It was not long ago that an assassination attempt was attempted by two false Elves, one seemingly familiar to a group known as the Mageshields. It was not, but an hour before that a Prince by the name of Emberhard hassled his attempts. Those two events were in vain, those two attempts to obstruct were not cognizant of the willpower of the one the three had opposed. Such idyllic words dribbled from the mouth of an elderly Elfish Prince, his eyes must have gone white in blindness for he could not see what Yanetian could see; a harsh reality encroaching closer to what Yanetian mockingly refers to as the Homely Forest.

 

Malinor was no longer the ideogram of the residence of the Lady of Laughter, Naunrai and Malin the Forefather. Malinor was simply an forest of ochre and greens, beautiful; yet endangered. The Elves have been opiated with the long-lasting peace of the pacifist past, they have failed to realize that beyond the extent of the shadow of the Many-Trees, igne'sae [war] becomes deathly possible. This is the land that Yanetian adopted as his homeland upon fair sailings from disorderly Asulon. The calm is somewhat balanced thus far in Anthos, but many outsiders have hearkened outside pressure onto the forest. The desire to burn the Homely Forest and thus the outside pressure would turn coal into diamonds seems prevelent. Yet the forest does offer an ideal to repel igne'sae, it provides the perfect environment for guerrilla warfare and it is this ideal of war that Yanetian brings forth to reform the Sentinels.

 

As Yanetian stares at the volumnious amount of eyes staring down at him, a silver tongue slinks outwardly to pronounce the words, "Fiyem'Ihnsil".

 

[Brandonthegreat1 12]

No one seems to be replying, and im not sure exactly what to say so, here

 

Alendar simply stares at Yanetian, pondering what reborn spears could mean. After thinking for a long moment, he speaks up "And what exactly do you mean by, 'Reborn Spears', Yanetian? Some form of military group...?" Alendar asks in a somewhat confused manner. He thinks that it may be some form of "reborn" group from the past, one that he has not heard of.

[Supremacy 3361]

Kalenz simply stares at the elf in disdain, he makes a single comment "Ihnsil'fiyem, your elven is wrong".

[Gaius ~ Sertorius Cagan 62]

Noticing the Elves chiming in with their thoughts and occasional banter, he takes into scope the fact that he is facing the majority of the residency within the spacious library. From past encounters in which his anger had flustered those he communicated with and now facing the agitation of having a rumor tagged onto him by what may very well have been the word of Prince Emberhard himself about a military rally, Yanetian calms himself. His visage loosens, his fists no longer taut; Yanetian lowers his gaze for a moment to regain his composure.

 

"There is no attempt to pinch off what amount of Sentinels exist to form yet another warband of wanderlust soldiers. Nor do I care about names enough, my Ancient Elfish is... shoddy, as that other fellow over there bluntly put forth", with a motion of an outstretched finger, he points to Uradir, then continues his speaking:

 

"My father had exiled himself from Malinor when said man stood alive and well in the Era of Asulon, flustered at the bickerings of the Elves between Hae'lunor, Normandor, and what other regions lied about. He always told me to prepare to meet my far-kith and kin who pretend themselves philosophers spewing ideology, but more resembles toddlers fighting upon playing fields. Forgive my curtness on the state of affairs, but that is all I know to be. Upon arriving here onto Anthos, I was thrust by stereotype, aggressiveness, and ignorance into Malinor as I was seen as an Elf by the Bortu, Uruk, and Valah. I had what I considered a blessing to be raised far removed from the collective daydreaming of idyllic forests of Aegis, where the Lady of Laughter bellowed out in joyous livelihood. As an Elf who had to be hustled through checkpoints by foreigners and having had attempts on my life by outsider thugs, I come bearing news that this Homely Forest is not capable of bearing Naurnrei's humor anymore.

 

I have come as equal to the Sentinels to push with relentless drive a reform to better us at becoming capable of defending these forests. The Elves will have to adapt, they will have to come out in defense and be Mali-in-arms for each other. If I am not mistaken, even Forefather Malin had come forth to fight Iblees. I am no usurper, for I have made my peace and respectful greetings to all that I have met, may luck persist Princess Titania in being so supportive of I. I do not sit bickering about the government and the Council, for as the Council sits; the enemies grow bolder. I come urging the Elves to stop wallowing in idyllic bed-dreams and face the stark reality as Malin had to face the Demon of the World. However, I am no fool to try and prod us to face the outside pressure in open battles, for I said I am a realist and I recognize the dangers that be.

 

I am unlike the infamous Melcin in that I call not on the outside, nor do I mince words, I come solely as a warner and rely on the Elves to give me chance. I have visited every tree in Malinor and I am relieved to say that those who fear the Sentinels, despise them, have come forth and I lent ear to those Mali. They recognize that I am an earnest Mali who does not lie nor bullshit, I have been open with all; even at risk of my own life."

 

Yanetian takes a deep breathe, his rebuttal coming to an end. He leans back, a straitened smile affixes on his face; awaiting comment.

[Supremacy 3361]

-snip-

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.