And Off Trots The Maheral!

[Mithradites 1168]

Were you standing outside the silvery walls of Lin'everal on a particular day at a particular time, you may have noticed the grand gate open slowly, and a grumbling, pallid high elf marching out--carrying large bags, several sizable tomes, and a pot-plant tucked under his arm. He grumbles angrily to himself as he trudges through his once-beloved flower-field, and down the silvery-stone road. 

 

"Monsters! Fools! Murderers! Impures! Culture-rotting miscreants of the highest order!

 

Blind to Larihei! Closed to logic! A taint on the maehr'sae hiylun'ehya! 

 

Vile magicians! Madmen! Destroyers of her true way!

 

Ignorant in all but your venerated name!

 

Thieves! Alchemists! Servants of darker powers! 

 

Such corruption shall turn you into unnatural... flowers...?

 

Was I trying to rhyme...?

 

By Lariheis wisdom, one cannot recall...

 

when was it last I left the silver walls?

 

Too long ago... too long... too young...

 

By her merciful hand, what have I done...?"

 

Looking back one more time, he blinks at the walls with a stern expression, and then back to the looming trees of Malinor itself. With a shudder of lamentation, he begins his way down the grassy pathway in stoic silence. 

 

It would seem the Old Princedom would be receiving a new, unwanted resident.

[Lawrna 440]

Lelien quietly watches him go from up in the tower of the gatehouse.

With a sigh she says to herself in a whisper.

 

"Maybe I will be getting my blue tent earlier than I expected."

 

And so she stays at the top of the tower.

 

((Dibs on the Maheral tower ;3 ))

[domainoft 191]

*Watches as the old pile of bones slowly makes his way through the gates.

 

"Now there is a face I haven't seen in a while, Of all the times he would choose to leave, curious it was THIS day."

 

*Continues down the path toward her library.

[Moot 1719]

In the thick brush of the woods surrounding Haelun'or, Seath crosses his arms sternly, promptly lifting his left glove to cough roughly into his hand.

"So... Their leaving, hmm?"

Seath chuckles lightly to himself, shaking his head all the while. He pushes up from the tree he was leaning on, then walks off, returning to Mali'nor whilst whistling a tune from ages past.

[Samler 1564]

Seth watches Lucion walking away, just too late to catch him he shakes his head and sighs. "Maybe it was actualy him..?" He says quietly to himself before walking home to Anya.

[MrSyth 636]

In a home far up in Lin'evaral, sounds of demolishing and cleaning can be heard. Over the course of several days, furniture and plants seem to be disappearing from the home. Looks like the Maheral may not be the only one moving.

[Sporadic 2843]

Ellir drops a handkerchief out of her tower in Lin'everal. Writing fervently as always, she cracks a smile as she sees the dark figure of Lucion Sullas slip through the gate and be swallowed by the guise of the shadowy, ominous night. Her tongue flits out of her mouth momentarily to wet her lips, and she grazes her hair back behind her hair.

 

A memory overcomes her momentarily, specifically her own departure from Ceru so long ago, and how the roles would now seemingly be reversed. Lucion, mad scientist, eccentric loner and sporadic presence in a hollow city, had indeed packed up his bags. Yet she knew she had not seen the last of him.

 

"Van'ayla, you no-good, stuffy old sod."

 

Ellir then returns to her fervent writing.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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