State Of The Nation

[VonEbs 1224]

A notice is posted to the Message Board in Malinor, as well as the podium at the foot of the statue of Malin. In flowing gray script, it says:

 

"The State of the Nation

 

One thing became obvious to me as I sat within the druid grove today, trapped by the Order of the White Rose as they conducted their raid on Malinor, and it is that we, the Mali, face outright extinction. For the benefit of the reader, I will repeat that statement.

 

The Mali face extinction.

 

We were confronted by the White Roses, an organization of experienced warriors that would like nothing more than to see the forests of Malinor used as kindling, and House Blackmont, a rebranded House Flay. Combined, they would see that every single Mali they can lay their mailed gauntlets on killed. What we witnessed today was a simple raid, the first in the coming war.

 

A war which we do not have the means to win.

 

These two groups are but factions in the larger Holy Oren Empire, against which we are also in conflict. They represent but a mere fraction of what the Emperor can call forth to fight us. The noble Houses of Oren will be competing for land we are sitting on now, and many have both the means and motive to take it.

 

A War which has been coming for a decade.

 

Additionally, the bortu also come to us with griefances, many of which are legitimate. They have a powerful Legion to back up their claims, and we have little to meet them with. Our former allies wish to reform Malinor into a more democratic state, and state that they simply wish to destroy the High Council and all that support them.

 

They will sweep us away like footprints in high tide.

 

The Arcane Delvers, along with other volatile rebels, wish to seize Malinor for themselves. They are numerically fewer than those left in Malinor, yet they weild magic which we cannot match, and they are both driven and well equipped.

 

Once, we may have faced them, but we are now too weak.

 

The Mali'ker of Darkhaven have departed from the fold of Malinor, with many Mali'ame in tow. With them went a significant portion of our capable warriors, and they have sworn not to assist us against our foes. The Mali'thill fortify themselves in their settlement, independent in all but word, and I would not expect any assistance from them. I can hardly blame them, in the current situation. Once proud throng the streets of Salvus, refugees made by the war and the current economic depression, which is the result of the collapse of the Malins system after the departure of all the officials involved in the scheme. Our fields are no longer ariable, and starvation will set in once our reserves run out Confidence in the High Council could not be lower, and everything they do seems to solidify our fate. 

 

Our internal problems are enough to bring any leader to his knees.

 

We have arrived at the precipice of eternal oblivion by our own foolishness, our underestimation of our enemies and our belief of the lies handed to us by those we believed too primitive to outsmart us. We have already lost, and all that is left to do is to agknowledge that, for denial will simply lead to the deaths of more Mali, and bringing close the extinction of our once proud race.

 

~Ebs"

[Lord_Sauron_ 43]

Vanir reads the notice and shakes his head. He seems torn about its contents, with inner conflict seeming to broil behind his brow. He parts his lips ever so slightly, the purses them shut as he bows his head. Letting a long, quiet breath escape his lungs, he says one line to himself. Others may hear, he knows, but he cares not whether they overhear his thoughts.

"I tried... I may have doomed the Mali farther, but I tried."

A strange and false smile on his face, his eyes express regret and hopelessness. He walks away with shuffling steps as he feels the trees close in on him. A maelstrom of guilt, sorrow, fear, and helplessness battle in his mind, throbbing forth so much that he considers abandoning the world in a very permanent matter.

[ĔṀĔŔĨĨČĶ 519]

Marek looks over the notice and nods in agreement.

 

"Wise words."

[meg 1994]

The courier wanders around Malinor aimlessly, his deep brown cloak billowing in the wind. He stops, reading the note silently, before removing one and making his way out the gates...

 

 

Elene awakes from a long slumber, to find a note folded by her table, with a letter. The note reads, in simple letters...

 

"For M'lady Silverblade"

 

Elene opens the envelope, finding the notice Ebs posted, she scans over it, closing her eyes. She tucks the note into a file with other notices about Malinor, before having the maid prepare some tea. Elene looks to a pristine book at the bedside, opening it up to the first, blank page. She dips the quill on the side into the inkpot, as she begins to write...

 

"The age of Malinor begins to end, perhaps even the end of the 'Mali'  themselves. And there is nothing I can do to save the ignorant, the proud. I can only save the humble, the wise. For they, like myself, were the only ones to truly see the threat our actions held to our existence..."

 

Elene continues to write, before picking up the cup of tea the maid left, she sips from it, staring out the window...

 

"Dear Malin....What have we done?"

[Bashar al-Assad 120]

Edward strolls along the Malinor roads, casually looking around the notice boards. Either to find destruction from the raids. He spots this letter and shrugs nonchalantly. Edward hurries to a local inn, grabbing a piece of parchment and a quill and jotting down a note. Edward posts it under the letter, it reads.

 

"Make Malinor a Prince-Bishopric. I guarantee only good things shall come from it.

 

-His Grace, the Court Chaplain of Salvus Edward"

[BigAssFrog 15]

Tamarien Arkeneas reads over the notice, before taking out a parchment, followed by his ink and quill.

 

"You have brought this upon yourself. I share no sympathy for you, nor do I have any further intentions in assisting Malinor. This is a mistake you must see through the consequences, may they have mercy on your soul."

 

He looks at the notice one last time in despair, "Tis is over."

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

*Art lets out a slow breath, then writes a note, hanging it on the malinor notice board while wearing a hood.*

 

The only Mali I see in threat are those still loyal to Malinor. Of whom are in the Minority, compared to the Mali who have smartened up and left to regroup and retake what is rightfully theirs. Darkhaven remains, Haelun'or remains. The mali in other lands remain. Do not generalize Malinor to represent all of mali kind, for you don't anymore. Not until we can retake it from the people who corrupted it.

 

Consider this a warning from the Delvers. Turn yourselves over now and avoid bloodshed.

 

*The note is not signed.*

[Moot 1719]

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