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A certain Voidal Mage reads over the missive, a hum of approval leaving her before she hands it back to the Elibar'acal that had given it to her. "I see ne thing wrong with it." Seraphite mutters, moving to fold her hands behind her back. "She speaks what she wishes, whether others believe such or not. I find it rather brave, in all honesty." A sigh leaves her lips as her head shakes a few times. "I only wish she stays safe."

why you mad......is just game.......

>:(

shhhhh broer

i approve of this message how pvp? teach? ?? (broer- how does one do this crit)

Seraphite Viradiraar huffs out a laugh, though moves to store the missive- contrary to the usual ash they normally end in.

"Ay'Othelu, Ay'Larihei." A particular Viradiraar mutters to herself as she reads the closing remarks of the missive, a forlorn smile taking her lips as she thought back on her days in the city of silver, before she shook herself out and continued with her day.

Said cousin takes the missive gently, her eyes scanning the paper before handing it back to her lari'maronn. "Ti, maybe so- but do ne forget he's talked openly of Iblees then yelled at me when I questioned him about such. Claimed I was calling him a Daemon Worshipper." At this, she moves to the kitchen, reaching for a kettle to fill with water. "He's persuaded easily, lari'maronn. Told something and given words and well," The older Viradiraar pauses with a sigh, turning around to face her cousin once more. "He writes them. He did this under Othelu. I'm ne denying his beliefs, but I am not shy of debate as one day he's preaching about purity and Larihei, and the next he's gladly writing propaganda on Aenguls and Daemons- something he has little to no information on." Seraphite lofts her shoulders in a small shrug before turning to search the cupboards for loose tea leaves. "I'll give it to him, though. He has the guts- the brains? Well...." She trails off, leaving her words at that as she continues to make her tea.

Ahhh finally!! Cool lore, written well and nice to read!! Something I know a lot of players are interested in:) +1

A particular Viradiraar held a rather calm facade as she walked through Idol's, rather defeated after the events that had occurred within the silver walls. "You idiots." Seraphite muttered, silent tears streaming down her face as she began her long trek to Elvenesse, her heart heavy as she thought on the letter she had only just sent to a certain elflord....

"Ti...." The cousin in question, Seraphite Viradiraar, mutters, trailing off. "Though, I do ne think we can say much, lari'maronn. We must leave Valah to their ways as they have mostly left us to ours." With that, Seraphite hands the missive back to April, leaning close to place a soft kiss against her cousin's forehead, the fire behind them crackling peacefully.

Seraphite Viradiraar cackles softly, her brow perking in amusement. "They do know the council is missing.......well, how many is it now? Four Okarir's? And they made a new one?" She throws the paper into the open fire in front of her, shaking her head. "Disgraceful, I'd say." With that, she turns, leaving the crackle of the burning paper to its own doings.

RESPONSES AND ANSWERS 32 S.A. - [!] April reading over her cousin’s writings [!] This missive would be sent out directly to the Motherland of Haelun’or - Karinah’siol. This piece would be formulated in two very distinct writing styles that infers the obvious. To Lliende Tillun’sae - aka Pueurir’arche , Dear Infrequent writer (translated to the common tongue) , Although I have no personal quarrels with you, and I have too seen your own work and even worked under you for some time as a Tilruir, I still see fit to acknowledge your own response, as is only polite. Debate is in our blood, anywho. And I, April Viradiraar, am definitely not afraid of debate. Do you care to truly debate? Or just talk around in circles, as you have with your response. You accuse us of having a disregard for the public. Yet, it is your direct words that you abandoned elcihi when it died down. When it got too boring for you. As if you only return when asked, when warranted. Like a sheep. To address the following claims, Have we not learnt what is lost when our Maheral is lost, lliran? Did we not mourn the death of Malaurir Azorella Elibar’acal, this striking blow to our tradition, our leadership, our wellbeing? Yet still, we are complacent to hold a state without Maheral, without Guidance. Azorella was a known impure. Everyone who is everyone knows that. Apologies for striking the little bubble you live in, llir. As for the Mahaeral, we are all guided by our wits, by Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya. If anything, Mahaeral is a useless position. Mali’thill , should they stray, should find purity within themselves instead of going to a cheap version of a Cannonist priest. Rather than putting out the fire, bringing forth their own visions for the Silver City, one would prefer to abandon ship, to leave their lliran to burn within. To put out a fire, all one simply needs is the wit of themselves, and that’s it. A case easily closed by tossing water or sand, maybe a rag over the flame. To abandon ship means for one to leave whilst it is sinking; before it has sunk, so I presume you have come to the realization that Haelun’or is a sinking ship without a savior. As we left the city you claimed sinks, you were the one controlling its reins, and you were the one to let it burn. Our lliran, the ones who are truly there for us, are completely content with our actions, and have kept in contact with us since. What is it about Haelun’orian Labs that you despise, llir? It’s so very inhumane. Do you not realize the lives, despite them not being silver, you are hurting for your pursuit or progress? There are other ways of creating progress than a government torture chamber that is better crafted for insanes than mali’thill. In this respect, this is anything but progress. The regressing of. Why are you hiding behind Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya despite hating Progresss? What is it about the elimination of Mali’ata that you despise, llir? Purity is indeed something we must uphold and hold dear to our hearts. You and I can agree on that, llir. But, wasting your energy killing those who do not agree with our standards? Do you have standards? If one is deemed impure, they should be stricken and banned from Elcihi, but not death. Death is warranted for murderers. Now, that is progress. Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya infers that the health of the high elven race should be protected, yet, you blatantly disregard this fact. Why are you hiding behind Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya despite hating Progresss? What is it about even the Acid Pits that one despises, llir? “Would one not consider it the most kind method of execution for those few who cannot be redeemed” If one cannot find the fault within this , then I suppose you are truly lost. You call it a painless death. This is so very laughable. Too laughable, infact. It makes me wonder if you have ever touched the liquid that reigns the pools. Ask any elf poor enough to touch them, and one could realize this is an extremely painful way to die. “ What method of removal is more appropriate than Acid Pits for those ‘ata who truly are disgraceful, for the Izalith of the world?” Death by noose, clear and simple. Let me get this through your thick skull: Noose, good, Acid, bad. Why are you hiding behind Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya despite hating Progresss? It is said time and time again, we are often doomed to repeat the past if we do not acknowledge the faults with it. You , llir, clearly cannot as you wish to go back. So, Why are you hiding behind Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya despite you so evidently clearly hating Progresss? The cousins on the Haelun’or Coast 32 S.A. - To the government of Haelun’or, It’s an interesting thing, the fact you haven’t reached out to us. Now, don’t mark us as offended, but simply surprised. You pushed so hard to be heard and yet didn’t try at all with us….. What a life I lived, while within the silver walls. What a life we lived. While it was lovely at first, it soon became careless and filled with sorrow. Hesitance to enter the gates we once felt protected by plagued us, the thought of returning making us sick to our stomachs. Our pyromantic act against the petitions was nothing against one Lleinde Tillun’sae, it was simply a statement. One that would actually be seen, one that would be heard, as our words were not good enough. We attempted to bring light to the dire situation and return to our times of happiness- times we could gather together and share moments. Times we will no longer have. You fall back on the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya, yet you seem to have forgotten its true roots. A phrase you use to cover yourself, to mask your incompetence. You claim that you’re good for wanting new things, yet keep them to yourself- choosing only those you wish to have access to. Thus always to those who presume themselves better than all, I lament. For one day, you will find the karma you so well deserve will greet you at your doorstep. For one day, what you deserve will befall you, and coil itself tightly around your neck to show you all the wreckage you caused. For one day, the bad outcomes that should be dealt to those with such thoughts, will be the hand you’re dealt, and that you’ll find your last card will be one you’ve caused many times before. This is the last letter from us on the topic, as you're either too idiotic and numb-minded, or simply too ignorant to fully consume our words and come forth with an accurate response. You've seen us, you've heard us, but you'll never truly do anything about it, as you feel you are too high above the rest to do such. Call us impure, call us 'ata- call us whatever you'd like. But don't ever forget that we were the ones who took the step. We were the ones that took that chance to open everyone's eyes- to show all what is hidden under silver. We leave the Silver State, a feeling of accomplishment washing over us. With the closing of the letter, we leave you this; Is it truly the way of ‘thill to blindly follow their leaders, and those they consider such, without question- or is that simply the way of sheep? And as always, our mailboxes are open for more debate. -=- Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya. Signed, Seraphite Viradiraar April Viradiraar

Light was a word she'd use to describe the morning she woke. Airy, dreamy. Seemingly better than most she had woken before. The Viradiraar would get up from her rest, only to check in on her cousin in the room next, just to find April [@latte] still asleep, seemingly exhausted from what had occurred over the past days. With a gentle close of the door, Seraphite made way back to her own quarters, slowly stepping to a book shelf and pulling off a book she remembered reading many years ago- one that reminded her of the gentle times of her oem'iian years. The mali' made way for a chair placed by the window in her room, placing the book down on the seat once she stood in front of it, lofting her hands to open the curtains laid over the glass. She then reached over, pushing the window open as a soft laugh left her lips, the smell of a new morning hitting her- the smell of a new beginning. A gentle breeze alongside the sweet smell of salt- much different than the bitterness of the scent that cascaded off the east waters. Seraphite picked up her book, sitting herself on the chair and turning to rest her weight behind her on the back of the seat. She went to go open the book then paused, a certain family flashing over her mind. It seemed long ago, that she began conversing with the patriarch of the Nullivari. She recalled on their drawn conversations, his help he had given her in her times of need- his bed they shared on days they couldn't be bothered to deal with others. The times together they would say nothing, yet everything would be understood. How he welcomed her into his family, practically with open arms. As sorrow mixed with love filled her, the mali's thoughts drifted to the patriarch's mal'onn- one Thalon Nullivari, who she still held close in her heart. It, too, seemed like long ago they begun to talk. Words traded from time to time became talks of their daily business- talks of his family- of their family. Talks of her possible matriarchy, of her thoughts and feelings- of his too. They would converse, neither feeling weirded or concerned- simply talking as lliran would- as Talonnii would. From Thalon, her mind moved to her lari'onn, the bright blonde locks taking her mind. Seraphite grinned, thoughts of her and Ro'ya meeting, of Ro' being there for her when needed, and vice-versa. How great of a mother she was, how much she had been through and survived- how she was still so strong after so much. The Viradiraar thought of Ro'ya and how even after she left the Silver State, her lari'onn still came and talked to her. With a sigh, Seraphite opened the book cover with gentle fingers, her movements slow and precise, as if holding a priceless item. Her eyes scanned the first few letters before she sunk fully into the chair under her, lost in the book until her lari'maronn woke. [!] A depiction of one Seraphite Viradiraar, what she may look like after the events above

Seraphite Viradiraar took one glance at the first word of the missive and cackled, slapping her knee. "There!" She exclaims, crumpling the paper beneath her hands. "This is what I wanted! A statement! An actual response!" She soon tossed the missive into the open fire, walking away as the flame soon consumed the paper, her eyes never scanning past the first word.

Seraphite was present over her lari'maronn's shoulder the entire time, the two of them tossing words back and forth like oem'iian would pass a ball. They spent awhile in that forest, their minds running miles per second. April was the one writing, her much nicer script, even when panicked, better than Seraphite's scrawl. A long while they sat, under that tree, conversing about their future. Together, the two of them produced a letter against the city they once called home, many feelings running over them. And so, the two cousins ended their day together, laid back in the grass behind them. They were silent. No words uttered between them, the realisation of what they had done soon dawning on the Viradiraar's. But in the grass, they laid together, just the two of them in a foreign moment of peace. The silent tears streaming down Seraphite's face were an interesting thing to see, though neither her nor anyone else would be able to figure out why they were there. Whether they were tears of joy or hate, anger or pain, they were hers. And everything she'd do from that moment forward- every decision and action, every step taken, whether it was forward or back- they were hers.

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Seraphite Viradiraar hums as she looks to the missive, a grin slowly making its way onto her face. "Oh?" She perks up, eyes scanning the paper before she scoffs, folding the paper in half then creasing it, clicking her tongue as she pinches it at the crease and tears the paper into two pieces. She then places the pieces on top one another, coughing as she rips them again, doing it a few more times until the paper was shreds. "Would've liked something a little more....." She trails off, holding her hand out as the pile of shredded paper on her palm blows away in the wind, Seraphite watching as it happens. "Impressive, is all." She turns, chin held high as she gazes off to the sky, watching the sun rise with a weight lifted off her shoulders. (arson?)

A great round of maniacal laughter leaves Seraphite Viradiraar as she finishes reading the missive, tossing it to the ground and grinding her heel into the parchment, watching with satisfaction as the paper collects filth, soon tearing as it crumpled under her foot. She walks away after a drawn moment of destroying the missive, leaving it illegible and in pieces on the ground where any could find. Seraphite, with a crazed look on her face, walks to the petitions, planning to repeat the destructive actions of one Telos Andria'liene.

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Honestly, I was going to go into detail about the good things on the server that I've experienced, but then I thought back on it and instead all the bad things came flooding into my mind. Probably because there are little to no good memories! Kisses <3 (On a side note, to those of you who have actually made my time here lovely, thank you so much for everything. Can't wait for more memories with y'all💕)

Cool.....I guess +1

Seraphite Viradiraar's eyes scan the missive, her brow furrowing in some concern. "You see, that's something." She mutters, her eyes taking a viridescent hue, the colour familiar to a few. "But I have my worries." At her words, particles of sand surround her hands, swirling above the mali's palms. "The void is an interesting thing, its power is something to harvest." The sand slowly clumps together, forming the rough shape of a a rock. "Something to behold, to harness." The rock morphs, slowly becoming long and pointed, hardening fully as it hovers in front of her palm. "And while it's something swell to behold....." Seraphite trails off, sending the rock forward with a rush of her hand, watching with satisfaction as it impales the tree in front of her. "It's something to fear, something that pollutes one's mind. It's dangerous, complicated-" The glow from her eyes fades completely, the woman flopping down to lay on her back in the grass beneath her. "And it should not be used by some silly 'thill wanting to do tricks, and it should not be used by the same silly 'thill as propaganda." Her eyes fall shut as a huff escapes her, remaining where she is for the rest of the day.

omg is this the Livviez?