Supremacy

This lore really needs a tl;dr.

High above the gates of Haelun’or and standing next to Rael Ith’ael, Kalenz gazed down upon the mali’aheral who have assembled below after he had been declared Sohaer. He grunts before gesturing in the direction of Laureh’lin and twisting his face into an contemptuous sneer. “The mali’ame have refused to repent for their crimes one final time. They have committed a crime that can not be forgiven— The mass slaughter of our blessed kindred. No longer may we stand for their violations upon our revered ideal which has preserved our kind for so long: maehr’sae hiylun’ehya”. Kalenz strides along the balcony edge before stopping and speaking once more. “They have decided their fate, lliran. They shall reap what they sow! Should they not accept our guiding hand, they shall be harried onto death— Left Avern’ir, wanderers who have no place to call home in this realm, as we did if we did not have our Grand Allies in Savoie.” “Rally Elevarir’thilln, lliran! Prepare the weapons of war as we have never dared to do so in the past. Unlike all days before, the mali’aheral have been raised to a state of such ire we shall no longer stand idly by and ignore the transgressions of our lesser cousins. We shall no longer allow them to step on us as they have tried to do so many times in the past. It has come the time to exact our revenge.” By carrier pigeon the demands of Haelun’or make their rounds to the nations of Athera, delivering the following scroll: The Elves of Laureh’lin openly recognize the inferiority of their own rulers and the Council of Laureh’lin. It is therefore they willingly have come to to The Silver Enclave of Haelun’or seeking refuge and a home within the nation of Haelun'or. I. The nation of Laureh’lin is hereby dissolved and the City of Leyulin shall henceforth be a semi-autonomous territory of the Silver State of Haelun’or. II. The Council of Laureh’lin is hereby dissolved and all Chancellors of Laureh’lin are hereby replaced with a council of three Tilruir, who shall guide the path of Leyulin. They are to be selected by the Triumvirate of Haelun’or by popular election of the citizens of Leyulin or any other means deemed appropriate. III. The elves by the names Artimec Camoryn, Phaedrus Lle’hileia, Elorna Lle’hielia, Nienna Calm, and Relgard Sintel are hereby exiled from Haelun’or and all its territories and are to be captured and trialled for their crimes against all of elven-kind. IV. The Ivory Order is hereby dissolved. All Ivory are offered the chance to assimilate into Elsillumiran of Haelun’or under the control of the Okarir’tir of Haelun’or. V. The Law of Leyulin is hereby struck down, replaced with the Silver Law of Blessed Haelun’or. of the Silver Enclave of Haelun'or of the Defunct State of Laureh’lin For the good of all elves, the festering splinter that has arisen must be returned to that which is the mother land and the poison of impurity must be purged from within. This is the will of Haelun'or. And thus this is the will of All Elves. OOC: Warclaim Type of Battle: Conquest Time & Date: Friday the 13th of February, 7pm EST. Manpower: Attackers: The State of Haelun’or and Allies Defenders: Laureh’lin and Allies Location: Laureh’lin Terms: Attacker Victory: If the defenders are all killed or driven out of the battle area. Defender Victory: If the attackers are all killed or driven out of the battle area. Rewards: Attacker Victory: Conquest and subsequent deletion of the "Laureh'lin" region. Defender Victory: Laureh’lin may not be warclaimed for a month by Haelun’or and its allies. Rules: Server rules apply No falsifying status No salty attitudes No Ascended or Undead help to any side

After days of toiling, nae months, Lorien perfected the last element of his creation. Slowly and cautiously he put each element into place, sitting it at the entry way to whatever area he sought to guard so dearly. With a smile he twitched as eldritch energy crackled through the device as the last jolt of voidal energy pulsed into the masterful creation. Finally, it was ready. "Wait... It is ready? Oh ******* ****." "But, ah... ****... Wait... No wait... Please no... How do I turn this off?" "Where is the kill switch? Did I even make one of those? **** ME." "OH NO. OH NO. OH NO." The turret fired upon Lorien, his mind having set off the device... But unfortunately it seemed to have been miscalibrated. The projectile flew wide. Phew. And then... A bottle of ill-placed alchemical fire was struck. The mixture was more potent than any alchemical fire ever seen before and Lorien had just enough time to duck away before the whole room went up in smoke. Just as he got out of the way, he struck his head. All memory of how to construct the device was instantly forgotten and the design plans went up in smoke. Perhaps, on that day, his eyebrows were also lost. Nearby a halfling observes this explosion and has a revelation about a new type of pie. "Ah ha!"

The Lazul Adendum It is noteworthy that this writing makes its way to you not in the bold and new fangled colour of cyan, teal or whatever these new political mali'aheral call the hue of their blue but rather a colour of old. For this tale is not one of the new days of recovery from the Grand Betrayal but a story from long ago back in the lands of The Fringe. You see, mali'aheral. It was not only Lucion Sullas who guided the mali'aheral as they gathered back together after their long era of being scattered after the fall of Lin'evaral. It was also the work of Lelien Lazul, daughter of the once mali'aheral Yuln the Ice Beast (once Tilruir'leyun) and Delonna (once Tilruir'nor). It was Lelien's industry that brought the mali'aheral from splinters back to their home in the Tomb and it was Lelien who rose as Sohaer once a new state of Haelun'or had been forged. It was Lelien who shepherded the mali'aheral while I, your humble scribe, remained with my mind in the realm of the Arcane. It is her work which forged a friendship with the House Carrion and it is because of this, at least in part, that the Uruk and Bortu hoards fled despite their vehement wish to purge Haelun'or long ago in The Fringe— Though perhaps that was more attributable to the reaffirmation of Crimson and Silver. But never the less, the rule of Lelien was one of rebuilding and one of the upmost levels of peace. Unappeased by the era of conflict ushered in by the Sohaer before her, she sought to uphold the neutrality that was once the hallmark of Haelun'or of old. However, her time was short and brought to an end by the filth of Malinor— As is often the case with the most bright and desirable of the mali'thill. After many years of being courted the elfess found herself to have taken a fancy to the once High Prince of Malinor Eleron Sylvaeri. Scorned by the Empire of Oren, Dwarves and defunct but still very powerful once leaders of the Conclave alive it was the hatred for him that was bestowed on her by right of marriage. On top of this the worm that once was High Prince whispered into her ear and corrupted her. Turning her from the pure and virtuous path of Crimson and Silver to the path of opposition to those who safeguarded the existence of Haelun'or. Because of the whispers of Eleron she was turned to arranging Uruk attacks upon Oren and by poor happenstance she was discovered in her plot. A trial of not only valah but also her fellow mali'aheral she stood before and despite protests she was ended before her time. This, lliran is a tale not of joy and progress but a warning. Those who stray from the path of Silver are destined to fall into nothing of desire. Impurity brings nothing bust death. And yet, there is one vestige for praise in the story of Lelien that remains. Death did not hinder her contribution to Tradition and Silver, for the Eternal One still stirs.

That's silly. If you kill someone and the monks revive them, a gold drop doesn't sit on the head. OOC warclaims should not have IC opinions in them in them.