Atlas Got Cubed

Issued from the office of Tilruir’sil, Atlyn An’asul 5th of The Sun’s Smile, Year 287 of the Second Age These words are written in response to the latest missive from Sohaer Veralya Wyn’asul: For over a thousand years, those who are blessed by the Golden Pools and follow the teachings of Larihei have congregated in elCihi’thilln, under elHeial’thilln, in the Motherland: Haelun’or. elHaelun’or has always been the name given to the lands where those who follow elMaehr’sae Hiylun’ehya reside, but elCihi’thilln’s Sohaer now rejects that title. This then begs the question: What is Taliyu’lin? Veralya Wyn’asul is not an elected Sohaer, and she is no longer Sohaer of Haelun’or. elCihi’thilln has become a dollhouse in which Mali give themselves illegitimate titles and play pretend at following the teachings of Larihei. We the citizens follow along in the game. We corrupt the meaning of “Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya” each time the words leave our mouths. If Taliyu’lin is not the Motherland of the High Elves, then she is naught but another mundane city under the Empire, one that elSillumiran and elMali’thill do not owe loyalty to. Any true mali’thill, who is loyal to the way of Larihei, knows that debate and discussion and pride for our homeland should not be shunned nor censored. Elesia Elervathar’s words embodied the nature of Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya, she set an example for the hope and joy every ‘aheral should hold in their chest when they speak of their heritage. How far have we fallen, that our Heial’thilln would reprimand her for such, that our Sohaer would enforce the editing of Elesia’s sentiment to better suit the valah palate? True hope lies in sentiment that takes action, in words given meaning. By speaking of a better future with flowery language that suffocates itself trying to not utter the name “Haelun’or”, we fall into complacency. Our words have become empty; the flickering flame of the mali’thill will die. —-------------------------------------------- To the Blessed Citizens of Haelun’or, Heya ito etheh’igne karinto? —-------------------------------------------- To She who has betrayed Larihei, Veralya Wyn’asul, You forget that the right to call, or not call, the city you govern the Motherland is not yours by default. It is a right that is earned by grace of the people, and by adherence to elMaehr’sae Hiylun’ehya. But under your regime, the teachings of Larihei have become as hollow as the cavern the Silver City hides itself in. In rejecting elHaelun’or, you disgrace the memory of Larihei. You have made yourself Sohaer of nothing. Know that I do not write these words to you out of malice, nor do I write them in haste. You should know that these actions are my own, and should not be attributed to the influence of my Mentor. For despite how this missive may be interpreted by you and the rest of elHeial’thilln, my perspective is one shared by every rational and loyal citizen of Haelun’or. I weep for you, seeing that you have fallen so far from elNarn ito Thill. I call you now to attest for your purity- not before elPariran’tir, but before all of elMali’thill. If the mali’thill of Haelun’or choose to abandon the way of Larihei with you, and if they too reject the concept that they are of the Motherland, then they may rot with you and your regime. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tilruir’sil of Haelun’or, Atlyn An’asul. Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya

The pattering of armoured feet sounded down the stairs of the An’asul home, as Atlyn emerged from her study with a third bottle of Visaj Red in hand for her guardian. She wondered for a brief moment, after reading the latest edition of the paper, why Adorellan was so enraged with the section dedicated to the Darkspawn Watch. It was, after all, a brilliant suggestion that she had written to the Gazette. The few traces of colour in the elfess’ cheeks drained from her face after she realised that it was the other article she had asked the publishers to feature, that drew her guardian’s ire. “I shall rally elSillumiran at once, Okarir’sil.” The Tilruir’s response came quietly with a single twitch of her ear, while her eyes were fixed upon the portrait of the flower-crowned elf. “We shall find the culprit who dared besmirch nae’leh honour.” Her pale gaze lifted from the paper to lay upon Adorellan, a cunning gleam present in her eyes. “Did nae like the section advertising the Darkspawn Watch, though?”

Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya

"Odd, I thought all Talonniian were loyal to elMaheral elHaelunor'ehya by default, unless they chose to declare otherwise" Commented the ward of the An'asul Talonnii. "But perhaps elLaurir believes lowering herself and our Talonnii at the feet of the new Maheral will spare her from the judgement of elPariran'tir and the Silver Law." Atlyn shook her silver-haired head "Not even elMaheral is exempt from the eyes of elPariran'tir, or the criticism of the people." The prideful elfess continued to mutter to herself as she marched through the underground city, towards the aviary. "As you wrote yourself, Usamea, our loyalties are to Larihei and her people, regardless of our status within elCihi'thilln. elTalonnii An'asul is loyal to Haelun'or, the people. Not to any one maheral, especially one who would consort with the enemy."

Atlyn lifted her rust coloured snail from its box of shame, to peer at the small beady eyes that slowly emerged from its shell. "You better win this time"

A pale elfess' eyes drifted over the letter in her hand, then down to the many weapons laid out upon her table. The words written upon the parchment asked a lot, vengeance was never a path Atlyn did not take. But out of respect for her deceased llir, perhaps the warrior would let her blade rest this one time. Thus she told herself that she would not actively seek the blood of whoever, or whatever, brought about her friend's untimely demise. Still the glittering weapons before her should be put to some use, she believed, and the head of the infernal creature that was left to her gave her a few ideas. She knew the lives of valahan were short, but the realisation of just how fleeting they were weighed upon her shoulders. Atlyn allayed that weight by telling herself that Pierre’s will would persist, whenever she used the blades left by him to grant the mercy of death unto foul creatures. In every cut, every palebeast felled, the man that she knew as a determined hunter of evil lived on. The elfess lit a candle in her window that night, and offered a silent vigil to the memory of the dead.

Embrace the way of Larihei.

Ay'Larihei! Ay the Silver Lady! Lady Victory! Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya! I love Haelun'or My beloved

Within a gilded home an elfess and her lliran were informed of the missive, handed to them by one whose beloved was on the list of bounties. "A shame" She mused to herself, in the silence after her companions had left. "His gripes with the Silver State have merit. If he had chosen to direct his ire toward the establishment, rather than my own kin, we might have had a lovely conversation over tea." "But alas, his decision was made out of selfishness, he has only proven his impurity" In a few strides, she stood before where her sword rested upon the dining table. The blade was gingerly lifted into her pale grey hands. A thumb brushed over the metal's edge, then it was braced against a whetstone. With a newly honed blade, the elfess wandered through the house in search of her mentor. "Halerir'thilln, I bring good news. There is a kinslayer to hunt." @Ferd0207

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