Volutional

Some say that Iblees can see through each symbol such as this, like an eye. Some say that those who stare long enough become blind with his rage. Some say, and some know.

Name: Illiana Desourir ((MCName)): Idriel Origins of your birth, and your place of living: I was born in the Sister City, next to Laurelin. My parents were both High Elf. Currently, I am planning to lodge respectfully in my sisters housing in the upper section. She currently lives with another High Elf, too, though his name has escaped me as I write this. How can you declare you are Mali'thill? My parents were both High Elves, and my sister is a declared Mali'thill herself. I judge myself as Mali'thill in this regard, and so believe it myself. Why do you wish to become a citizen of our cihi? I wish to retain my natural position in our cihi. I do not wish to be in any other cihi as they have insanity, absurdity and nuisance at every turn. What is your personal vision for our blessed race? I wish to see our blessed race to remain as it is, without the threat of danger to our perfect cihi. We are fine as we are, and the only progress that I personally see for us is to ensure the sustained survival and purity of us. What does maehr'sae hiylun'ehya mean to you? It means to sustain our purity through the acts of science, magic and intrigue. I can say little else as I wish not to over think it. What Elven phrase do you particularly take to heart? Please explain why: Terh taynuel. To grind on vitality. I believe that if somebody said I do this, I may have to grind on their vitality. What is the subject of the first book you may submit to the college? "How to train a Dragon" - If only I could train a dragon. What would be your reaction if you ever saw a human, orc and unknown Mali'aheral travel the Anthos Highway together? Of course, the Mali'Aheral would be the best out of the three. But why bother? They've clearly chosen to be with the undesirables. Why bother even interacting? I would just be cringing a little, standing, watching. Are there any other details about yourself you wish to relay to the mali’aheral? I thank you for your time, and may our cihi be free from the impure.

A somewhat perfectly written note; clearly retried time and time again; is making it's way to Natayshi, the Sage. Whether she gets it, the note-carrier doesn't know. Dear Yhl'Natayshi, Quorak has displayed his sincere apologies to Tlatlanni Morthawl, regretting the life Quorak has led. But upon his life lays the shell of an egg that Quorak would have called hope. Metztli may call it love. Quorak had chosen Natayshi as his life partner but could never bring such new to Natayshi. His bonds were made upon being told that Natayshi was sworn to another. Quorak hopes that the one good thing he did in this world was spare Natayshi the pain of choice or the curse of the past. Quorak hopes that his one good deed was noticed by the Sage. Quorak did not mean to beg or grovel for your hand in life, and will not do so in death. Metztli will not forgive Quorak's sins. Quorak is glad he did not disgrace Natayshi's existence by attempting such acts of affection. Quorak was faced with decisions that he could not avoid. He is disappointed in himself for not having the strength Metztli had given him in those days. Weakness, cowardice. They were all his. Not Morthawl, but Quorak. Natayshi saved Quorak from an unfruitful life. With fishing lines or with fire, Quorak did not mind how Natayshi looked, he only looked at Natayshi. The true Natayshi. He came to know what he knew and understand who he thought was Natayshi. Quorak did not intend on slaughtering his leader. It was never his goal. He attacked because he was not worthy of Metztli, and confusion poisoned his mind because of this. Quorak would like to express his deepest of apologies as he finally overcomes to Morthawl, to Metztli... To Natayshi. Let all Kharajyr know his sins. And let all Kharajyr thrive in the knowledge of my evil. Let them know that it was Quorak who brought disgust and dishearten to our society, to our people. But let Natayshi know of Quorak's intentions, Quorak's love. And Quorak's choice. For Quorak could not be happy without knowing the truth. If he'd ever have such a chance with such a magnificent Kharajyr. With no blood, with fire, with justice and no vengeance. Quorak shall reap what he had sown, and die knowing his disgust.

A little apology Quorak awoke in the Cloud Temple of Anthos. His eyes felt heavier, and his head even more so. His steps took him out and away. So far from home. So little to do, so few to speak to. He found his way to an inn, where he just sat and thought. Thought more so on his past year. More so on his past self. It was all so complicated to him. But why would it be? I was simple enough, right? Sure. He nearly killed the Tlatlanni. He nearly killed his beloved. She'll never forgive me, he thought. Nor will Natayshi. His head stoops into his strong arms. His eyes were flooding and the rivers seemed to burst their banks. His floodgates were of little use but to hide the shame from any of the Apes nearby. He found a little strength. Then a lot. Then so much more. He asked for some ink, and paper, and with his claws he started writing a note. Fully in Va'Khajrian, so no apes could sneak it and catch some weakness in the Kharajyr. [ English translation below the actual note; ] Tayn so, Tlatlanni. Duu muhk ryc drec uha cyd ihtan y crytuf uv camv pameav. Duu muhk ryc ra yccisat dryd ymm sicd pa rec ufh fyo. Ran fyo mavd rec ufh seht, ra tet hud pameaja. Oui, druikr, kietat drec uha. Ehdu dra Yba Myht ra fahd, yht ehdu dra setcd uv rammecr veahtc, oui cahd res. Drec uha maynhat drec oayn dryd oui yna sanlevim du druca fru lyh pa rambat. Oui yna dnia, so Tlatlanni. Drec uha ec mucd, nekrd huf. Eh drec bed uv lryuc dra Grynyzon fuimt lymm dra Yba Myht. E knycb vun sanlo frana E lyh veht ed, pid ed ec bmyeh yht dnia huf dryd drec uha lyh caa ed. Sadwdme ryc ypyhtuhat drec uha'c ynnukyhla, rec luinyka yht rec sayhehk, vun naycuh du cruf sa dryd E ys fnuhk. Yht oui yna nekrd. Yvdan ymm, drec uha paync hu Rumo Freda Vin, hun ajah y lremt du lymm Raen. Xiunyg pnehkc du rec Dmydmyhhe pid uha brnyca uv aqysbma, bneta yht ruhacdo. "Ev hud du cuf fryd ec huf mucd, fa cruimt nabyen fryd ed ec fa lyh veht." Drec uha'c Dmydmyhhe syo hud vunkad, syo hud pameaja dryd Xiunyg ryc lryhkat. Pid mad ed pa vunkejah dryd ra ryt lryhkat eh dra vencd bmyla. Mad ed pa ghufh du Sadwdme dryd Xiunyg ec lryhkat, un lryhkehk. Yht mad drec uha nuys rec rusa uhla suna, fedr macc pmuut. Translation; Dear my, Tlatlanni. Too long has this one sat under a shadow of self belief. Too long has he assumed that all must be his own way. Her way left his own mind, he did not believe. You, though, guided this one. Into the Ape Land he went, and into the midst of hellish fiends, you sent him. This one learned this year that you are merciful to those who can be helped. You are true, my Tlatlanni. This one is lost, right now. In this pit of chaos the Kharajyr would call the Ape Land. I grasp for mercy where I can find it, but it is plain and true now that this one can see it. Metztli has abandoned this one's arrogance, his courage and his meaning, for reason to show me that I am wrong. And you are right. After all, this one bears no Holy White Fur, nor even a child to call Heir. Quorak brings to his Tlatlanni but one phrase of example, pride and honesty. "If not to sow what is now lost, we should repair what it is we can find." This one's Tlatlanni may not forget, may not believe that Quorak has changed. But let it be forgiven that he had changed in the first place. Let it be known to Metztli that Quorak is changed, or changing. And let this one roam his home once more, with less blood.

Isn't there an application for this?

We are staff. We work for the Administration, are supervised by the administration, and are a tool of that same administration. Somebody who hands out leaflets in McDonalds is considered a member of staff, they work hard. It's no different here. Thankfully, we are staff. And my colleagues do a great job. Edit; I'm awaiting that destruction I ordered.