Elorna Cries Out To Malinor

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Elorna quietly steps out from beneath the shade of Malinor's thick canopy and into the sunny square by the front gate. Bits of leaves are caught in her hair, the red strands look wind-blown and tangled as though she'd just been up in a tree. She holds a single scrap of paper in her hands which she glances down at with a sigh. Hesitating for a moment, she takes in a deep breath, looking up to those who are gathered in the square, and begins to speak.

 

"Karin'ayla, lliran..." she begins quietly, then holds the note up to the crowd: Polgrath's notice of attack. Her voice grows in volume and resolve. "Polgrath and his Delvers march on Malinor. The White Rose have attacked us, and will no doubt attack again. Oren and Urguan have declared war upon Malinor."

 

She waves her hand toward the noticeboard that is overflowing with letters and flyers. "And still we bicker! We stand on the edge of destruction, yet still we fight amongst ourselves. Would Oren allow this to continue, allow us to speak freely? Would Polgrath be a better leader, do you welcome his armies?"

 

"No," she says gravely, shaking her head. "No, Polgrath would bring ruin. If any man is corrupt, none could be moreso than one who gives himself the title of 'Mindlord'. His magic is that of lies and trickery. From his own mouth I have heard him loudly proclaim that he can enslave any man, deceive nations. And that is what he intends to do: enslave Malinor."

 

"Perhaps you are not familiar with his magics. I am. I watched as he invaded the mind of an elderly man, tormented him with his illusions, such evil images-" Elorna's voice breaks and she ducks her head for a moment, hiding her face behind her hair. After a moment and a slow breath, her head lifts again, grim expression set in stone. "The traitor then spread lies that brought about the death of my closest friend. A good and kind man, who would no doubt have been a powerful ally in these dark times. Some of you may yet remember him. Walehir, the healer of Malinor."

 

Elorna shakes her head, pacing a few steps forward, gravel crunching under her soft footsteps.

 

"Polgrath... this 'Mindlord', this draoi, this corrupt mage... comes now to enslave Malinor. And whether he succeeds or fails, the White Rose will continue to hunt us until their lust for our blood is satisfied and our forests are on fire."

 

"This is no time to stand divided!" she cries out. "This is no time for fighting from within, when so many bring war from without. I ask that the Mali set aside their grievances with their kin, and stand together. The storm swiftly approaches, and there is little we can do to hold it back. We must prepare to weather it together. We must join hands and join voices, and work with each other to keep Malinor from falling, so that we may build her up again when the storm is passed."

 

"I ask you, please, lend your aid. Instead of raising your swords against your kin, use them to defend Malinor from those who would enslave or destroy her. Lend your aid in the coming attack. Malin was promised peace within his forests. This gift has been lost to us for too many years. If we unite, if everyone helps where they are able, we may yet earn back our promised peace."

 

A long moment of silence passes as Elorna looks about the square with pleading eyes. Finally, after a nearly silent sigh, she turns to the notice board and replaces Polgrath's announcement of attack. Shifting back to the crowd, she speaks again in a quieter tone.

 

"Whether you stand with or against Malinor, be ready. The storm will come, no matter if we are prepared for it or not. The question is only what... and who, will remain in its wake."

[VonEbs 1224]

Ebs claps politely, but does not make any comment yet.

 

((If that is what powergaming is, I guess I am a powergamer -.-))

[Igneberr 46]

As her speech finishes Igneberr claps his hands quietly to himself nodding in approval  "Well done"

[Samoblivion 532]

Kaelin listens to this sadly.

 

"Would that others believed the same. Many probably do, but wallow in their own apathy. Polgrath may make a poor leader, but his strength of force is undeniable. Such a thing is required to quiet our would be enemies and put our people back on the path of peace. I would rather Mali unite as one to fight these threats on our own, but with our continued apathy and division, the strength of a Delver army will have to suffice. I may not completely agree with Polgrath's methods or past but he can offer us the means to force our enemies into a stalemate from which peace may be attained."

 

He sighs and whispers under his breath.

 

"May our children forgive us for the price we might pay for our peace..."

[Baconthief 682]

Khel speaks from the shade of the canopy. Not speaking to anyone in particular

 

"By fighting among each other, you will assure your death. Either unite and fight as one, or divide and become the slaves of mortals or a tyrant, hellbent on control"

 

"If you seek someone to lead the elves, Polgrath is the last person one would want to represent his or her nation"

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

Avern'len gives a nod of approval as he observes Elorna's speech, smiling and frowning in various parts of it. When it is finally over, he returns to his home. Uncovering the mail that lays beneath his collections of books and other materials...

 

One would notice this night, a star twinkles especially bright...

[Rig 17591]

Talis witnessing the speech, thinks "So now the Mind-lords a fool to them? Well they'll find out the truth soon, yes they will.The good peoples of Malinor will once more be free, no worrying of food or homes in return for labor, and those little groups of idiotic Elves that believe that they're superior and bully people like me into leaving." After thinking it, he then shrugs and walks off, going to grab his armor in preparation for the battle.

[Diri/GreenKoopaBros 58]

A dark human sat at the wall that cornered the shop that existed right of the main gate, staring down at his book that he had be writing in before Elorna had started to speak. As she finished, he silently wept, large tears falling down onto the pages of his book and forcing him to close it. 

 

Even for his size, and all of his strength to match even that of an orc, if not more so, he knew that he would never be able to fight in the battle to come. It was certainly a sight for those who saw such a large man weep, but there was no help for it. His body was hard, but his heart was soft as mush.

 

Staying quiet, he merely sat there, continuing to look down in shame as he kept to himself. He didn't understand such hatred, such sadness, and such talk of violence, and he neither cared for it, nor wanted to think about it.

[Moot 1719]

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