The Second Calling Of The Dark Elves

[MamaBearJade 2090]

Laila steps out of the shadows. Her face hidden by a dark hood. Slowly she looks around at those who are gathered and smiles. A familiar sense of peace fills her. A memory she had buried deep. She sees Marek and keeps her hood up, not wishing to reopen old wounds. She looks at the new leader, his calling so close to her old love's. She glances to Khel and slowly moves closer to him. Slowly her hood drops and the flaming blood colored eyes are revealed. White strands of her full white hair begin to blow around her as she stands next to her brother. A slow smile begins to grace her lips as she stands tall and proud. This was where she belonged. Her family.

[Addled 62]

The Centrella family arrive late, muttering soft apologies as they fill in an empty spot at the meeting place. Each member of the family in their usual clothing and are standing together in a group. Though they are close to one another, it seems as though certain members of the family are avoiding each other. Vhaer and Percival are on opposite sides of the group. Vhaer is a larger distance away from the group itself, focused more on the strangers around them than the family beside them. Thalia is smiling pleasantly and speaking in soft tones to Ilienna. Kalyena is silent, her eyes on the host of the meeting. Tallocka is looking particularly sour and fortunately sober, grumbling something inaudible to his equally irate wife. Lilith is also quiet as she listens to the speakers. 

 

 

Percival listens to the speech, head tilted as he considers what the man is saying. He lifts his foot back and begins tapping it on the dirt in thought. He hadn't given the situation with the dark elves any serious thought before now and it felt odd to actually consider it a problem. He has become so accustomed to blowing off his problems, he just assumed that doing the same with this one would suffice. This meeting proved he was wrong.

 

He inhaled deeply, crossing his arms in front of him as he bit his lip. His red eyes flickered from the other dark elves across from them. After a while, he speaks, voice uncharacteristically unsure. 

 

"I've heard similar things before yet I haven't heard anything else other than our need to unite..." He shakes his head and then speaks again, more confident. "If unity will make us stronger as a people then there is no reason to object." 

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

At the edge of the crowd, leaning against one of the cracked and moss-covered archways, Aravel watched and listened. Her clothes were unremarkable, though she wore small earrings of gold and turquoise, and much of her snowy hair was pulled back with a pale gold clasp. Her skin was faint gray, and her eyes were of light green and blue: signs of one of Sharyn blood. To each new arrival she gave a polite greeting, but spoke no more than necessary to any of them. During the speeches she listened intently, though adopted a casual posture as she crossed her arms and leaned idly against the stone arch. Gradually, the corners of her mouth twitched into a faint smirk. She inclined her head once in agreement and, almost to herself, said simply, "Ayla."

[Lego XBOX 915]

Goroth nods towards the Sharyn speaking, understanding the situation to its full extent and acknowledging his views before he speaks while he rubs his beard.

 

"It is true, we would be stronger in numbers. The members of the Dark Trinity would be glad, I suppose, to return to Malinor... as long as proper housing was devised. I personally lived in Leumaelin for a while, and the house was barely large enough to fit myself and my daughter in it.

The Klarens, as well as the Nighthearts and Shadeleaf are growing families. Families of Mali'ker must live together, as to follow the specific traditions. A Mali'ker cannot name itself of a certain family if he does not claim home with this certain family.

If we were provided an area to build a home or if we were provided a proper home, worthy of being called Klaren's Hold, we would gladly return. It seems however, non-sensicle to return without being able to live there.

I have heard of Khel reforming military of Leumaelin. The Klaren forces, as minimal as they are, are professionally trained and at your service. If you could devise divisions, specific to the Mali'ker, I could train certain recruits which I would hand pick. Our kin have a true potential in combat, and while I may appear peaceful, I do have a sense of war and will engage in one if our existence is menaced.
 

To conclude, as long as the High and Lower Council can properly acknowledge our unique society and kin, we will return.

On another matter, if we were to return, I suggest Darkhaven become an outpost, a military base perhaps, for Malinor. The projects planned are still incomplete and what is built could easily be converted. If it comes to be, I can donate the Risen Falcon to Malinor's navy, as long as it continues to bear the Klaren flag."

He then steps back and observes the reactions, still rubbing his light beard.

 

 

Nahe Onarus plants his lance into the ground, stepping forth and talking in a surprisingly soft voice.

 

"Cease speaking of us all as 'ashen-skinned' foolish malformation. We are Dark Elves or Mali'ker. I do not believe we need the pale skinned, they do not understand us for who we are and despise us for actions of independents.

 

You are impure in the eyes of the Onarus, the same goes for the Oussana... Step out of line, threaten any Mali'ker, harm any Mali'ker and you will have to answer to my family's wrath."


 

[Goldd 126]

Xexus' dull amethyst eyes look over to the Onarus representative. He can be heard laughing for the first time in a while. Xexus speaks in a commanding, and elusive tone, the message he is trying to convey obvious.

 

"One should not be so quick to threaten the Oussana, especially since they are the strongest of us, some of the most respected, and have many, many friends. The 'wrath' of your family seems rather small as even I have never heard of your line. If you want to be a purist go ahead, but keep it to yourself. The majority of us are united with Oussana.

 

The Nightheart feels the crescent moon at the top of his staff, touching the tips with his armored fingers. He then begins to speak in a softer and more agreeable tone.

 

I agree that we do not need the pale skins, though. They are but a group of Elves who do nothing but shout all day, and they are culturally deprived. Simply valah with pointy ears, and those who remember their roots and act properly are sadly forced to mix with the others."

 

Xexus takes a deep breath, adjusting the helmet on his face. His new outfit seems intimidating yet ancient. Through the little cut out for his mouth he begins to speak once more.

 

"As for your proposal Goroth, I disagree. I do not want to build new homes next to or in Leu'malin. I believe that we are close enough and far enough to be able to have a thriving culture, trade with other Elves, and have no problems with them. I suggest we continue building Darkhaven, and eventually make it an active Dark Elf settlement, free of Roses, free of attacking Orcs, and free of some of the not likable Elves."

 

"What say you on Goroth's proposal, Khel?"

 

Despite being much older than probably any of the Dark Elves at the meeting, Xexus seems to have a decent level of respect for each of them, especially for Issinardo Oussana. Also his are counter-arguments simplistic and to the point. 

[Baconthief 682]

Khel let's out a loud and unrestrained laugh. However, he is quick to recover from such a humorous comment and resumes his normal stern gaze, yet now a devilish smirk lingers

" Maleformation?"

The grin deepens

" Neve have I seen a dark elf with golden eyes in the five centuries I've lived. You're the malformation! Never have I heard of your house, your house is weak! One should not readily swipe at the had that offers you food, for your clan is but simple malformed dirt under my feet. Learn your role in this life, play it and you will be granted power"

" But I have no intentions of waging war on your /brother/, for we are not of the grand houses of Menocress. In my hand and in the hand of this man"

Khel motions toward Vivictus

"Is peace and unity and you've already swiped away that hand. Rethink your actions llir, I will forgive the words of malice this time and will ignore all others during this meeting. The argument has been settled.

Khel turns to Xexus and Goroth

"I've already formed plans to deal with dark haven, once emptied. And I do agree, more homes for the dark elf clans must be formed. I will mandate this from Titania if I have to"

Khel shifts his gaze over to Xexus

"Friend, if such homes were constructed that allow for the pleasantries a dark elf would deem as home, would you change your mind? Think of yourself as a child of Malin, for its what you're. Our father, Malin, would crave us to be united with our brothers , /yet/ at the same time he'd want us to be unique and different from them. It's unity through diversity that we dark elves have come to know one another"

Khel looks about the crowd, at the purple haired Kamekis, the Shryn, the golden eyed ones and then finially Xexus again

"And it's that unity we ask be brought to the paleskins. Yes, our kind is strong enough to support itself, there is no doubt. Yet, power and might can be found with our cousins. If its because you do not agree with their ways, then guide them. If you simply distaste their presence, close your eyes. If its the high council, then call them to action. However, strength in numbers is an unfailing argument, one we should all strive for, for the betterment of all"

((Phone still, forgive errors))

[Varstivus 98]

Varstivus strolls in, late as usual, his bright red coat billowing behind him. His ender pearl eye gleams in the moonlight, his other sparkles with determination. He looks around the circle, adjusting his sash as he does so. Noticing those who call themselves "pure," and of "noble blood," he grins. His white teeth standing out against his dark blue skin.

"​Brethren, elves of the shadow. I apologize for my lateness, but I really do not prioritize meetings of such... suddenness. I do hope you have some good points, because I do not feel welcome among circles such as this."

[Lego XBOX 915]

Goroth frowned, and this only deepened the more Khel talk. He stood forth as the Oussana stopped talking,

"Do not be so swift to dismiss a family you have heard not speak of. The golden eyes are those of the Nighthearts if you were not aware.

 

I do say that the Onarus should not be threatening you, but when you start saying that I descend from Malin, I am quite insulted. We do not all descend from him, only distinct few do. The Dark Trinity descends from our mother Velulaei and you should respect this...

 

Once homes worthy of our families are built in Leumaelin, I and my family agree to return alongside the others of the Dark Trinity line."

 

 

Nahe's eyes seem to rage up into a glowing flame, planting his staff into the ground harder than before, booming at Khel,

 

"You reek of logical fallacies! Hush yourself before you say something you truly forgive. We shall purge the Mali'ker of the impure if we ha-"

 

He is interrupted by Isha who gives him a note. He reads over it before looking up at Goroth, narrowing his eyes and stepping back into the shadows, however still glaring at Khel.
 

[Dyn 149]

Velik, standing armored next to his brother Victivus, seems to simply be uncaring to the events around him. Although he chooses not to wear a helmet, his face mask still covers a majority of his mouth and cheeks. He decides to merely stand in silence, not having anything to contribute unless requested of him. A sudden light coughing emits from him, getting progressively worse as he simply sits down. Finally as his coughing ceases, he takes a few seconds before getting back up, acting almost as if it never happened.

[Swgrclan 2682]

The Sharyn patron's thin white brows raised in subtle show of surprise as he listened and watched Goroth; overtime, a satisfied, warm smile had surfaced upon his features. It was a surprising sight to see the Klaren Patron agree with his proposition, however..

The Onarus male and his remarks coaxed an intolerable, bitter expression upon Victivus' pale features; nothing else did he despise more than contradictory purist views. The Elder-Druid raised his hand and began his reply to Nahe first:

"Please, spare me your flawed, supposedly offended statements. I did not call you here to whinge to me about impurity, which you are incorrect on, nor about what I call our kind. I've not the patience to explain the correlation between the dark shade of ashes and the similar shade of skin that all Dark-Elves hold. But no matter-"

The bitter expression practically melted off of Victivus' winsome features as he focused upon the Xexus -- there was a moment's pause as he contemplated a proper answer, and in a matter of seconds the Sharyn patron responded,

"The state of the Elves is to blame of their leaders, previous and present. As Khel explained, Kolyat was what drove him and his family out and away from Malinor to live in seclusion. Do you see Kolyat walk the empty streets of Leumalin to this day or affirm nonsensical commands to the High Council? I do not, I only see a failing council with members who cannot understand politics correctly and to the point that would benefit the Elves as a people. Had people like Khel and I been assigned positions upon the Council, then the home dilemma that House Klaren and I'd assume all of us hold with Leumalin would be fixed. 
 

Darkhaven has remained untouched in it's construction progress for years now. There is no sense in building a city if the capitol offers homes and possibilities for entire compounds for our families. If we actually made an effort at trying to fix our pale-skinned brethren and pull them from their nearly century-long rut, then perhaps the respect that had not been given ages past would be given now. There is no time to build more cities and scatter apart moreso; Malin did not want his children, no matter what branch they were born upon, to act as if they were humans and to disconnect from their brothers and sisters to live in seclusion.

Furthermore, there is no time to build Darkhaven and to try to establish independency, which might I add as before would crumble beneath our feet a mere handful of years after it was "claimed." Khel is well-aware alongside I that the Elven race as a whole will not survive much longer if we remained distant and scattered -- who would rightfully say that they hold no qualms against our paler brothers and sisters dying off and away, their blood only to exist in the veins of corrupt human nobles?

​No one here wants that. No one here wishes for the entire half of the Elven race to run extinct; and to agree and appeal that allowing our brothers to die off is a crime against Father Malin and it is something that would only be condoned by the High-Elves to the East of us."

Victivus' expression darkens as he scans over the crowd once again- he continues, albeit in a darker and warning tone,
 

"Dark things dwell to the Near North of Leumalin. As an Elder of the Druidic Order, I know what hides behind the Wall of Ice is nothing to ignore. If the Dark-Elves, as a whole, do not reunite with their paler brothers and sisters within Leumalin, then whatever is unleashed from the Wall will only have an easier task at sieging and holding reign over Malinor. Leumalin will fall first much like Al'Khazar did within Aegis, and then they will fell the walls of the High-Elves; leaving whoever huddles within the unfinished Darkhaven as the last in Malinor to be slain.

This is no time to remain scattered. There are no other options at this point -- it is either unite or die by the hand of the strange, aberrant dark forces that dwell behind the North's walls."

He falls silent now and awaits a reply; his eyes darting over to the lavishly-dressed Aravel before the same satisfied smirk, albeit bitter this time, surfaced upon Victivus' features.
 

 

 
 

[Goldd 126]

Begins to nod in agreement with Goroth. He seems rather conflicted and insulted from both Khel and the Onarus. 

 

"I must say I expected more knowledge from both of you. Golden eyes are those of the women in Nightheart. Also, it is true, the Dark Trinity descends from Velualei, not Malin. I still feel that we do not need the support of the other Elves. We can entirely handle ourselves and continue building in Darkhaven. Simply leaving the area is not the answer."

 

Xexus turns to respond to the host, while he feels the platinum tips of his crescent moon staff.

 

"Very good points indeed, but unless I can have a large home for my family, including a chamber where we may pray - I fear that I will not move to Leu'malin and its minuscule homes. If we have room to build our homes, then I will join you. I also worry for privacy and the problem of the Roses and Orcs, that have recently bothered the area."

 

[[sorry for the quick message - going off for the night.]]

[Baconthief 682]

Looks over his shoulder with a face that is clearly repressing laughter. Khel speaks to one of his family members (Valdax) who lingers nearby, speaks softly, yet he speaks loud enough so his voice may carry about to Vavictus

"Nindol nesstren telonth dal nind. Usstan Kyoto l'javplynn d'vdossta dazzan. Don't you feel the bile begin to rise?"

Khel looks back towards the group

"Perceptions on dark elf purity was not the purpose of this gathering. I will ignore that threat so that progress can continue"

" And what the archdruid speaks of, the north, is quite true. I've seen and personal fought the beasts that linger in that frozen land. A wizard, one of the last ascended, warned me of what may come. We must prepare, for if the hellfire he spoke of even has a spec of truth, we will need every person we can.This unity is not just for ourselves or even me, but for every benevolent creature that may walk this earth. Think not in small terms, think of the whole of Anthos."

((Edited and still on phone))

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Aravel pushes off from the stone arch, keeping her arms crossed in front of her as she regards Goroth and Xexus with a single raised brow.

 

"One thing you may not have considered yet, is who the neighbors of Darkhaven actually are. According to Malinor's pact with the Valah, the land on every border of Darkhaven is owned by the White Rose. You've seen what they've done with the roads leaving Malinor. What if they did the same to Darkhaven? Through merely building on 'their' land they could effectively cut Darkhaven off from the rest of Anthos and imprison you inside your supposed sanctuary. I don't think I need to elaborate on what their next step would be."

 

"Another matter to think on concerns the very existence of this agreement with the Valah, and the degrading of Malinor to a city-state. So far as I know, none of the Mali'ker gathered here had a say in that arrangement, yet we are all effected by it. As weak as it is, the power of the Mali lies in Malinor and its capital city. Through returning, the Mali'ker will have a say in our own fates, and the fate of our nation. The pale elves are not the only ones that will benefit if we reunite with them. If we can strengthen Malinor, we strengthen ourselves."

 

A faint frown spreads over the dark elf woman's face, and she glances down at her hands. After discreetly rolling her eyes, she sighs and turns her attention back to the Klaren and Nighheart.

 

"As for your homes, I suggest when our business here is through that you go to Leumaelin and seek out an area you'd find suitable for your family, then request that the Council let you build there for yourselves. Only newborns get what they want by complaining about what they haven't got. Some effort must be put into it. And if the Council declines we can discuss this further and decide how to proceed. Now is not the time."

[Varstivus 98]

The blue skinned one's eye darts from elf to elf, attempting to make sense of the situation. his goofy grin drops, his face taking on a more serious look. "It seems quite a bit of unrest has risen while I was away. Disappointing, but not unsurprising. There have always been those who felt that they were more pure than others. However I say that we are all equal, regardless of descent. For what good is purity if it divides us? Are we not trying to reunite Malinor to make a better, more accepting home for us all? To ask for such large accommodations is a hypocrisy. To put one entire noble house under one roof would only serve to segregate the population further. Nay, if we all stand apart, we will all fall together. Roses, Oren, and our own council will see to that."

[Cloakedsphere 1471]

Cole walks up to the group over hearing Khel talk about his plans for the Mali'ker in Lemaulin. His hair is layed down to one side. His mohawk not standing tall nor combed over properly. His face shows agitation and disgust due to him receiving the note of the gathering.

 

 

"Khel, you fool. I am surprised all of you call yourselves Mali'ker. True Mali'ker do not hold blood lines or consider ourselves a clan. We provide housing for all of us. Not some stupid noble family whom thinks they have a chance at fighting. The only thing these noble families fight for now are ruins and the threat of being shamed. Our culture is to stick together as a group. Our bloodline should not dictate our housing nor how we are treated. The so called "Noble" Blood lines of the Mali'ker should be abolished. You claim authority of us all when you have no authority over any of us."

 

Cole rubs his face, reaching into his pocket and taking the note out and holding it high so the group may see.

 

"You see this? This is the note of one whom claims to speak for us all after we gather. We are not a pack of followers you worthless scum! Raise up and fight for your damned freedom. We are Mali'ker. We do not sit idle while we have threats on our borders. We were shunned by the Mali of Lemaulin. What makes you think we are wanted back?! The High elven freaks wish us dead at all costs. Why should we head back to a world of hatred and the sharp tongues of the High elves?! Let them all be slaughtered I say. Teach them a lesson for crossing the Mali'ker. All you young ones should be ashamed. Your Ancestors would be ashamed. I am ashamed. I have lived through countless wars from when I was born in the wonderful lands of Aegis, fighting the undead. We are forced away by our own people more then once and we cower back into their arms to only be shunned soon after. If they wish for peace then first must come danger and swift action."

 

Cole rips the note into pieces, throwing it to the ground and stomping his foot into the ground to shove it further into the dirt.

 

"Your letters of peace and happiness mean nothing to anyone whom is a TRUE Mali'ker. You fight for honor. We are not a floor to be walked all over on and to do their dirty work. You all are a disgrace to the original Mali'ker."

 

Cole whips his hair to the other side, sliding it over with his hand as he walks off into the darkness of the forest around, obviously disgusted that they would declare a "Sorry" as a peace offering for their labor.

 

( What happened to the awesome fighting ways of the dark elfs? It doesnt exist anymore. )