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A forum is called within the Silver City of Haelun’or and a voting booth established. A ballot box sits upon a pedestal of quartz. To the right and left, sits a pot of ink and a quill, and a stack of voting ballots respectively. The newly elected Maheral, Braxus Ni’leya, stands before the assemblage of his peers and announces the following; The Silver Election 2nd of Snow's Maiden, Year 70 - S.A _____________________________________________________________________________________________ “MALI’THILL, For too long, has our state been without a Maheral. The Malauriran have heard the cries of the pure and returned have they, another of Larihei’s most blessed. With the return of the Maheral, we now face another necessity - to see the restoration of a Sohaer. Blessed are those who serve Haelun’or, and one has answered her call. Alaion Miravaris Given that there is only one candidate, the option of Abstain, shall also be made available. ________________________________________________________________________ The following are ancient rules, in accordance with our electoral traditions, designed to safeguard the legitimacy of this most vital vote. One must be at least Fifty years of age. One must be a proven adherent of maehr’sae hiylun’ehya. One must be of pure, Mali’thill descent. Each citizen is permitted a total of two votes. Both may be given to a single candidate or split among two. A candidate may vote for him or herself. Outsiders may not vote. Illegitimate votes will be incinerated. Voting shall last a total period of four elven hours from the time I finish this announcement. ((7pm GMT)) This election shall be supervised by elMalauriran, as is tradition." *A note has been written at the polling booth, it states the following; This election shall run for a total period of 24 Elven Hours, to accommodate the great numbers of Mali'thill coming forward to vote. Signed, Maheral Ni'leya* ________________________________________________________________________ Voting Ballot ((Minecraft Name:) Name: Age: Vote 1: Vote 2: Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya ________________________________________________________________________ Signed, Maheral Braxus Ni’leya

The Maheral smiles as he reads the missive, and sets off to prepare.

The Maheral smiles, upon reading this declaration of candidacy. "How fascinating!"

Pinned around Haelun’or, is the following missive Blessed Prerogative 5th of The Deep Cold, Year 69 - S.A _____________________________________________________________________________________________ MALI’THILL, It is through my blessed prerogative, so inherited by the will of elMalauriran, those most blessed who have come before, that I decree an end to this current conflict which ravages our dearest Haelun’or. I have heard the cries of elMali’thill. The fate of our cihi, shall be decided via an election of Sohaer, the culmination of which, shall, without dispute, signal a new dawn for our Silver State. I urge those who style themselves ‘republican’, and those who support Ivarielle Ibarellan, who styles herself ‘Uthir’, to, and with immediate effect, cease all hostilities to ensure the legitimacy of this election. For too long, has Haelun’or been plunged into disarray. For too long, has wanton murder and bloodshed held a fierce grip over this State. For too long, has vice held a stranglehold over virtue. The time has come for the citizenry of Haelun’or, to decide who shall rule over Haelun’or, as her Sohaer. Those who wish to run in this election, may announce their candidacy below. This election shall be supervised by elMalauriran who shall oversee the counting of legitimate, pure votes to ensure the legitimacy of this ancient institution. Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya ________________________________________________________________________ Signed, Maheral Braxus Ni’leya

The Maheral acquires the missive, he reads it thoroughly, taking into consideration the numerous signatories. "Such, I believe, is the solution to the ailments which currently plague our dearest Motherland."

"Wise words are to be found where truth and tradition remains fundamental." Comments Braxus Ni'leya upon reading the missive.

Pinned around Haelun’or, is the following missive To Misled Mali 14th of The Amber Cold, Year 69 - S.A _____________________________________________________________________________________________ To respond to you, is to legitimize you, however untrue your claims may be. Despite your lies and naysaying, you are still Mali’aheral and you still reside within Blessed Haelun’or - this warrants my antiphon. Braxus, as ‘Tyrant’ Allegation; “It is well known that you were not elected to office, no Mali’thill voted for you. In fact, there was not even an election for your ascension to the position of Sohaer. You were simply elevated to that position by your predecessor, Kolvar Uradir. Thus, you are a Tyrant.” Response; The legal and legitimate Constitution during my predecessor's rule, was ‘THE FIRST SOHAERITE CONSTITUTION’. Title Four, entitled ‘Elheial’thilln: The Silver Council’, Chapter I - Internal Organization, Article 26, subclause b.), of said Constitution, states the following; “The Sohaer appoints their own successor either by missive, speech or signed and sealed testament posthumously.” Kolvar Uradir, my predecessor, appointed me, his legal successor as Sohaer. Therefore, your claims of tyranny, that I somehow became Sohaer via illegitimate means, are both unfounded and warrant correction. ________________________________________________________________________ Allegation; “How can you believe in democracy, but call yourself Sohaer without a vote of the council?” Response; It was I, Braxus Ni’leya, a traditionalist, who returned democracy to Haelun’or, via my very own Constitution, entitled ‘THE SILVER CONSTITUTION OF HAELUN’OR’. As for the latter, I have dealt with that above. Refer to CHAPTER I, Article 3. Refer to CHAPTER II, Article 4. Refer to CHAPTER IV, Articles 11, 15, 16. ________________________________________________________________________ Allegation; “The Haelunorian economy was ruined by Braxus Ni’leya during his tenure.” Response; When I began my tenure, our streets were empty, save a handful of Mali’ata. We did not have a functioning council and our coffers were practically empty. We had approximately 1,000 minas. By the time I had to resign due to illness, our streets were teeming with life, the homes of Haelun’or beamed with the joy and carousing of Mali’thill. We enjoyed a full and functioning council. But to speak directly to your claim, we had amassed approximately 5,500 minas. ________________________________________________________________________ Braxus as ‘Warmonger’ Allegation; “It is you who are thirsty for blood, it is you who warmongers and brings death upon our people.” Response; There is no question that it was Fenn and Ivarielle, who first sought aggression between our peoples. As Sohaer, inheriting the mess that I did, my focus was inwards, to revive our blessed Nation. Quite simply, I did not have the time to be a warmonger, not that I would be interested in such things anyway. It was Ivarielle who led the first Ferryman raid against our peoples, during my first event as Sohaer, no less. We did not outwardly retaliate. We sought non-aggression pacts with all nations, I even ventured to Fenn and offered them peace, perhaps the first Sohaer in history to do so. Yet they rallied Almaris against us and declared war. We had not raided them, we had not pillaged them, we had not led a single attack on their peoples, yet we were those who propagated bloodlust and death. Several days ago, our streets ran red with the blood of Mali’thill, at the hands of Ivarielle’s Fennite ‘Peacekeepers’. Our dear Okariran not only let this happen, but tried, as those of serpent tongue do, to shift the blame unto those who support our blessed State. It was the passive Mali’thill, who incurred the steel of Fenn, for simply disagreeing with the faux princess. ________________________________________________________________________ If it is your intent to besmirch my name, if it is your intent to convince others of your words, know this - It is much harder to convince those who live by truth with lies than to convince yourselves of the lies you propagate. Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya ________________________________________________________________________ Signed, Braxus Ni’leya

Pinned around Haelun’or, is the following missive He Who Must 9th of Sun’s Smile, Year 69 - S.A _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Children of Larihei, As the last days of my ailment had dispersed, I took to rest. Hope filled my mind as I foresaw myself rising at dawn, refreshed and full of vigor and vitality. However, before I were to rise, plunged, was the entirety of my being into surreality - something of a dream, yet it felt as real as my penning this to paper. I stood atop the Citadel of Haelun’or, glancing upwards towards the night sky. The heavens were clear, and then they were not. The moonlight reflected off of the Ocean surrounding our blessed Island, as a mild sea breeze ruffled the hair atop my head. Before my eyes, a Comet-like object plunged towards the city - towards me. ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ It was engulfed in silver and white flame and it hurtled towards me at speeds unimaginable. Time began to change, I could not avert my gaze, I was drawn to it, almost blinded by it. Slow motion had become my state of affairs as at last, this argent inferno overtook me, and then I saw her. I could not bring myself to gaze at her fully, only faintly did my eyes manage to look upon her, and briefly at that. Larihei stood before me and spoke - it was at this moment that my body was overtaken by euphoria. “He who can, must.” And then I felt the warmth of the sun on my face, and I awoke. Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya ________________________________________________________________________ Signed, Braxus Ni’leya

"The Blessed Malauriran are an institution as old as Haelun'or itself. It is they, who are most pure, most like Larihei in their resolve and adherence to our blessed ways. My Silver Constitution brought democracy back to Haelun'or, now it has been usurped by a false Uthir - no longer, I say. It is time for elMalauriran to act. Dearest Okarir'maehr, I support your words." Comments Braxus Ni'leya aloud as he reads the missive.

Pinned around Haelun’or, is the following missive The Proclamation of the Haelunorian Republic 13th Malin’s Welcome, Year 69 - S.A _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Mali’thill, In the name of Larihei, and of the dead generations from which she receives her old tradition of nationhood - Haelun’or, through us, summons her children to her sigil and strikes for her freedom. We declare the will of the people of Haelun’or to the ownership of Haelun’or, and to unfettered control of Haelunorian destinies, to be sovereign and indefeasible. The long usurpation of that right by a foreign people and government has not extinguished this will, nor can it ever be extinguished except by the destruction of the Haelunorian people. In every generation, the Haelunorian people have asserted their will to national freedom and sovereignty; twice in the last decade, against She who never was, and the False Sohaer. Standing on that fundamental resolve, and again asserting it in arms in the face of the world, we hereby proclaim the Republic of Haelun’or as a Sovereign Independent State, and we pledge our lives and the lives of our comrades-in-arms to the cause of its freedom, of its welfare, and of its exaltation among the nations. The Republic of Haelun’or is entitled to, and hereby claims the allegiance of every Haelunorian. The Republic guarantees civil liberties, as laid out in The Silver Constitution, and declares its resolve to pursue Larihei’s Vision, and the prosperity of all its parts, cherishing all the children of the nation equally and oblivious of the differences carefully fostered by an alien government, which have divided a minority from the majority in the past. Until our arms have brought the opportune moment for the establishment of a permanent National Government, representative of the whole people of Haelunor and elected by the suffrages of her Mali’thill, the Provisional Government, hereby constituted, will administer the Civil and Military affairs of the Republic in trust for the people. We place the cause of the Haelunorian Republic under the guidance of the ancient, traditional teachings of the Most Blessed Larihei. In this supreme hour, the Haelunorian nation must, by its valor and discipline and by the readiness of its children to sacrifice themselves for the common good, prove itself worthy of the argent destiny to which it is called. Neither Malieir, nor Maruthir! Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya ________________________________________________________________________ Signed, The Provisional Government of Haelun’or.

Pinned around Haelun’or, is the following missive The Nature of Evil 4th of Malin’s Welcome, Year 69 - S.A _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Haelun’or, Recent events have led us once more, into a state of chaos. On one side of this rift, there are those who value Haelun’or. Those who value her traditions and culture. Those who value the blessed teachings of the Silver Maiden. On the other side, are those who dwell in shadow and strike with evil, to perpetrate evil. Theirs, is an insidious nature, born of hatred, dishonesty, and at their core, Iblees has placed his hand. Now, as we stand at the precipice of either life or death, we must ask ourselves as a people, a very serious question. Will we stand with, or against, our ancient motherland? The nature of Evil is to warp and destroy, to sow confusion, where there ought to be clarity. Juxtaposed to evil, is the nature of the Good, and this, lliran, dwells within each of us, pure and loyal Mali’aheral - who in Haelun’ors greatest hour, will stand against the tyranny, chaos and corruption, that has been forced upon her. Our walls have been ravaged, our people slaughtered, our blessed library - encroached upon. Those who belong to Fenn - The False Princess Ivarielle, Ayliana Valwynn, are destructive forces. Ivarielle claims to care for Haelun’or, she claims to care for you, yet she waged war upon us and murdered our people to install herself as a ‘Princess’ of a Nation with no throne. This attempted takeover is not only illegitimate, but it is wicked. They are not of Haelun’or. They are what Haelun’or stands against, and has always stood opposed to. Ayliana Valwynn, was declared by our Blessed Malauriran, as an illegitimate Sohaer. She took power, where power was not hers to take. In a similar fashion, our Blessed Malauriran declared that she who was, was not, and never has been. The so-called “Sohaer”, Ayliana Valwynn, has been no more than a Fennic puppet, whose sole design, has been the downfall of our blessed people, as she herself has shamelessly admitted. Rise, each and everyone of you, to defend your homeland. For this is the hour where the fate of Haelun’or shall be decided. Whether she succumbs to, or prevails against evil, depends on you. When the clock strikes, you will know what you must do kaean'leh thilln chul'okarae Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya ________________________________________________________________________ Thilln, ito kae’leh

Pinned around Haelun’or, is the following missive To Insult 12th The Deep Cold, Year 68 - S.A _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Lliran, It is with great pain in my heart, that I pen these words to paper. I am the brother of the late Sohaer, Braxus Ni’leya, who fought to rebuild our blessed Bastion of Purity, and who died - blade in hand alongside several other brave Martyrs, defending her against those who sought and continue still, to seek her destruction. Today, I had the incredible displeasure of becoming acquainted with one Lynnette Ilyana Aldin-Ture. She proudly stated, when asked why she was donning armor if not part of elSillumiran, that she had been a follower of Ivarielle on her trail of warmongering, murder, and pillage. She held no remorse for those who perished in their merry wake, she held no remorse for the lives of many pure ‘thill, my own brother included, who sacrificed their lives in the defense of our city. In fact, she drew her blade, still stained in blood - which I can only presume was the blood of my brother, I did not stay to verify, lest the most heinous of crimes were to be committed. Several days ago, in a missive entitled ‘A Silver Lining’, issued by oem Ayliana Valwynn, on the 11th of The Grand Harvest, Year 68 - S.A, she in her own words declared that, “The Silver State of Haelun’or welcomed Ivarielle into our walls, we welcome her people, we welcome her ideals.”. We are now forced to live alongside Fennites and Ivarielle herself. Remember, dear lliran. This is the same Ivarielle that led waste to our walls, who led raids against us on many occasions, who murdered and killed those who refused to bow, who is the direct cause of the death of my dear Brother and many others. Miss Ayliana Valwynn, states that we welcome, this murderer and her murderous ilk into our home. Do we? In a prior missive, entitled ‘To Denounce A Constitution’, dated 20th of Snow’s Maiden, Year 68 - S.A, elHeial’thilln stated that, “We urge you, citizens of Haelun’or - we will return to our roots and once more Haelun’or shall be called a Democratic Republic.”, yet to add further insult to injury, Miss Valwynn has given Ivarielle a seat on elHeial’thilln. Democracy, dear lliran, did not last very long. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ A ‘trial, was held several days ago in the citadel, presided over by oem Okarir April Valwynn. Quite clearly, she had no idea how trial’s are to be undertaken within Haelun’or. They are an age old institution, with a specific manner of precedence. I was selected as one of the three judges, however I decided to abdicate this responsibility, when it came to my attention that the accused was not to be trialed, but rather sentenced - his guilt being predetermined. Such an open and public display of injustice seemed not to totally shock both Miss Ayliana Valwynn, and several other council members bar one, Okarir Seth Calith. This blatant disregard for our ancient and traditional judicial process led to the outcry of not only myself and Okarir Calith, but many others who had gathered to witness a trial. In response to this, elHeial’thilln, decided to disregard our traditional judicial process, and insert their own. This is a council, which clearly does not respect the traditional values of Haelun’or. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ It is thus, that I call upon elHeial’thilln, to give a public address to the denizens of Haelun’or, so that they may explain their actions and correct their wrongs. There is still time. We deserve better Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya ________________________________________________________________________ Signed, Varus Ni’leya.

To Die “Now!” urged Serva Rose, Commander of the Malinorian Sentinels, and with his word and signal, Braxus Ni’leya, a young and new recruit squared up to his training partner. They were to fight one another, utilizing hand-to-hand combat tactics that they had just been taught. Braxus’ training partner took on a face of complete and utter shock, he peered over Braxus’ shoulder, pointing to something behind him, and Braxus took the bait. With one firm and solid jab to his jawline, Braxus fell onto the hard ground he but moments ago stood firmly and decisively upon. His training partner smirked to himself, proud of his achievements, and Serva Rose clapped his hands, chuckling as he aided Braxus back to his feet. “Remember, Braxus, your enemies will do whatever they can to defeat you.” and from this simple, humbling lesson, Braxus gained an invaluable insight that would last his entire lifetime - Those wishing to destroy you, will do so, whatever the cost, irrespective of manner, no matter the repercussions. When training was over, his jaw still bruised and aching, Braxus decided a stroll was in order. As he meandered his way throughout the bustling city, he dipped his head several times to many notables - Khel, Emberhard, Kolyat, Titania, and Seth being some of those he encountered that day along the streets of Malinor. _____________________________________________________________________________________ “Lliran - Evariran, today we have been tasked with a very important mission. We are to return to elcihi and seek out whatever information there is to be found - Phaedrus must pay for his crimes.” and with that, Len’niut made their way stealthily into the city, hoisting up grappling hooks and scaling the walls. However, resistance was to be found almost instantly. They drew their spears and began their skirmishing atop the walls of the old, and now bloody city. Unsurprisingly, there were only a handful of the Bronze to contest with, as most of the guard were away with Phaedrus, as he attempted to rally foreign support for his genocide against the Mali’thill of Haelun’or. They were soundly defeated, and several would be bound and taken as hostage, back to where the Mali’thill now dwelt, for interrogation. It was this encounter that led Braxus to understand something fundamental about the nature of Haelun’or. Despite many wishing for its demise, no matter how many times her people are brutalized - Haelun’or remains, as do the Mali’thill. For Haelun’or is eternal. _____________________________________________________________________________________ Death was certain, although the manner of his death was his to decide, and so he chose to fight, as he had done all his life. Braxus, still ill although not quite at death’s door, left Lin Ni’leya equipped in his old Sillumiran armor, which many of his fellow citizens were quite accustomed to - an heirloom of perhaps better times, and it would be in this uniform, which defined Braxus’s life - a Soldier, of both the word and the blade, that he would die. Charging forth, he sunk his blade deep into the shoulder of one of the fenn, a fatal wound, before himself succumbing to the dozen blades or so which pierced him. What were once sharp, almost unbearable pinches of steel, quickly lost their vitriol. “May you see Haelun’ors light on the path ahead when the road you walk is dark. May you always hear, even in your hour of sorrow, the gentle singing of the lark. When times are hard may hardness never turn your hardness to stone. May you always remember when the shadows fall – you do not walk alone.” The final words of Braxus Ni’leya to those who would fight at his side as the last of his breath left him. For Braxus is now dead, and died did he, fighting for Haelun’or, one of the few who rose to meet the challenge of the fennic warband. Issued from the lin of Talonii Ni’leya, To Die, is an inevitability of having lived, and lived have I - through many centuries of peace and prosperity - war and destruction, for such is the ebb and flow of our world. From order to chaos, and from chaos to order. If you are reading this, then I, Braxus Ni’leya, have found eternal peace. My Silver Soul has left its corporeal vestiges behind for something far greater than anything this mortal world could offer. I move from the corruptible, to the incorruptible. It is my intention to defend Haelun’or in this coming conflict, fighting alongside my kin. I am certain, and their determinations are now known, that I will meet my death on the battlefield. I die on Principle, defending something that I love - Haelun’or, maehr’sae hiylun’ehya, my kin and lliran. This is the most noble of deaths one can only hope for, I am honored that this shall be how I meet my end. My earliest memories of Haelun’or, aside from stories told by my parents, I owe to Mister Seth Calith - for it was he who brought me from Malinor to begin my life anew, as a child of Silver - one of Larihei’s flock, and for his intervention, I am eternally grateful - for without him, I would not have lived a life worth living. Haelun’or truly is the only thing that warrants the accompanying woes and suffering of existence. The vigor, with which I hold my principles, I attribute to Malaurir Kalenz Uradir, though we had our differences in the end, it is he who instilled in me, a ferocious hunger for the attainment of that which is most elusive - Perfection - Purity. _____________________________________________________________________________________ To Haelun’or, To Blessed Haelun’or and her denizens, During my tenure as Sohaer, I sought to revive the Nation. I sought to reinstate the teachings of Larihei as the driving principles of all of our lives. There is no greater pride in my life, than to have had the opportunity to serve you as your Sohaer. I know that my efforts shall not be in vain, for I have seen the fruition of my tenure in each and every one of you. You all bear the mark of those who are pure - you all shine as a beacon against those who seek to destroy our way of life. Those who spawn from the dark, you shall overcome, for there is no darkness which can prevail against the Silver light within you. Remember this in the coming trials and tribulations. It is of the utmost importance to remember, dear lliran, that in this current conflict with the tribe of fenn, the faux princess, and the crown of elvenesse, that we have not transgressed, nor have we erred. We have not descended into barbarity, nor have we plunged into wicked violence. There is no justification for the murder of the innocent, let alone the genocide of a race of innocents. War must only be sanctioned in times of necessity and where justifiable - they have declared their intentions for our destruction based on greed and untamed ambition. Let us remember, that the first raid against us took place long before there was any talk of ‘slavery’. This is mere propaganda - a ‘cause’ for war to make us look as if we are the ones who propagate evil. They claim that we are the enemy and that it is Haelun’or who refuses the invitation of Elven Unity, yet we were never offered Unity. We were told to submit, or die - to hand Haelun’or over to a faux princess who still wishes for its destruction. For our refusal, we are branded evil. However, before I became Sohaer, when I was Medi’ir, I ventured to fenn on several occasions and befriended their leader for a time. I had offered him, for perhaps the first time in our troubled history, peace - the beginnings of friendship - yet shortly after this, they declared against us, seeking our demise. Perhaps they took my sign of friendship as weakness. But alas, this is the wicked and deceitful nature of that ibleesian tribe. My dearest lliran - your charge now, is to continue our way of life. Do not let this conflict hamper you in your pursuit of maehr’sae hiylun’ehya. For this is the only way that they can win - by the elimination of your purity - the dulling of your Silver Soul. Larihei is with you _____________________________________________________________________________________ To Talonii Ni’leya, To my children and relatives, I urge you not to mourn my loss, but to seek to instill in yourselves, the same drive that I possessed - to live as pure a life as possible. True happiness is to be found in he who lives well, and to live well, is to live purely. When one understands this, one transcends their mortal coil. It is an ethereal experience which I cannot describe with mere words, for it is beyond the realm of perception. There is no greater gift I can bestow unto you, my children, than to have raised you as Mali’thill. As a father, I could not have asked for better children - your mother and sister would be proud. What lies before you both, may be unpleasant, but remember who you are - Ni’leya blood runs through your veins. You are destined for something greater. _____________________________________________________________________________________ To My Enemies, Truth has a way of revealing itself in the end. For some unknown reason, it always manages to manifest and shed light on the many falsities which seek its destruction. In your heart of hearts, you know that your transgressions against Haelun’or and myself were and are, unjustifiable. I never sought to harm you, nor destroy your culture, nor your way of life. I never led armies to your gates, nor did I raid your peoples. I simply ruled Haelun’or with a focus on Haelun’or, for Haelun’or. Herein, however, lies your fear and concern, for you harbor a hatred for Haelun’or. A strong Haelun’or with a strong leader, to you, is unimaginable, and so you have corrupted the leaders of the world against us, out of fear. Even when I was deathly ill, and bed-ridden, did you seek my capture and death. You have tried to convey to the world, a falsity which not even you can convince yourselves of - that I - Haelun’or, deserves the destruction, pillage and murder, you now bring to her gates. _____________________________________________________________________________________ Having written his last words, Braxus donned his armor and drew his blade, he paused at the threshold of his home, stepping out for the final time.

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THE TESTAMENT OF BRAXUS NI’LEYA Issued from the lin of Talonii Ni’leya, 5th of Malin’s Welcome, Year 60, S.A Lliran, Initially, I returned to Haelun’or, as I was made aware of her terrible predicament. I wished to help her, as she had helped me, so many times over the last few centuries. I, as a Mali’thill, had a duty to her, and to her continuance, and so I returned. Very shortly after, I was appointed Medi’ir, and then Sohaer - a position I have held for many months now. My ambitions grew as the enemies of Haelun’or reared their heads, and so I decided that I should stay on, as Sohaer. Haelun’or was flourishing, yet it could flourish even more, and so this would be my aim. I am sure many have noticed my absence this past week. I have contracted a rather serious ailment, one which I do not believe I shall recover from. It is with great sorrow, that I must resign, with the greatest immediacy, so that I may not hinder the progress of our blessed Haelun’or. ________________________________________ (art by Amyy#3796) ___________________________________________ When I began my tenure as Sohaer, Haelun’or was groveling, depressed, and lacking. Due to an unshakeable adherence to maehr’sae hiylun’ehya, elheial’thilln has restored Haelun’or to where she belongs. She is stoic, strong, and plentiful. I say to you all, dear blessed denizens of Haelun’or, that now - Haelun’or is in good hands. My successor is known to all, our dearest Okarir’mali, Idendril Elassidil shall become Sohaer of Haelun’or upon the propagation of this missive. For as long as I am capable, I shall serve Haelun’or, and will continue to work alongside elheial’thilln, as Medi’ir. Haelun’or shall continue to thrive, for it is in her nature. Blessed lliran, I ask that you trust in your new Sohaer, as you have trusted in me, for maehr’sae hiylun’ehya is pursued best, when we are all in accord. I have bridged the divides of Maheralist, Diarchist, Traditionalist, I came not to divide, but to unite - and we have achieved this. Long may it survive. Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya Medi'ir, Braxus Ni’leya

Regarding the First Eldari Conclave of Ebonwood Issued by Sohaer Braxus Ni’leya 13th of Malin’s Welcome, Year 59, S.A Haelun’or was invited to attend The First Eldari Conclave of Ebonwood, called to fruition by the Prince of Ebonwood. Haelun’or decided to attend, as the topic of ‘The Nature of the Silver State and the challenge to the Sohaer’ship of the flock of Larihei’, was to be discussed. What ensued, was rather chaotic, and unbefitting of Mali - as the debate swiftly descended into threats of violence and murder, as professed by Ivarielle, herself - but, what is to be expected of a false ferrymen and fennic ‘princess’. What surprised me though, is that this bandit received a vote, after her barbarous episode - which only leaders of Nations, or dignitaries, or Gwaithor’s received. Remember, Ivarielle is no leader of a Nation, nor is she a dignitary of one, nor is she a Gwaithor - she is simply, a pretender to a throne which does not exist. Or am I now, upon this most royal pronouncement, Malin? I was questioned later on, as to whether or not Haelun’or had engaged in slavery. What is quite odd, is that I had but a week or so earlier, ventured to Elvenesse to discuss with the High Prince and indeed the Crown Prince, this very matter. I had made it quite clear that Haelun’or had not enslaved anyone, let alone a mali’ii - even the brother of the Crown Prince himself, stated such in the presence of the Princes - yet, deaf ears, does the truth often fall upon where matters of power and malice are concerned. The very ‘ker in question has stated this, several times upon his travels, where he so chooses to go, that he is not a slave, but you claim that we have brainwashed him, because you care not about truth, but rather the propagation of your vile agenda. Farcical, was this Conclave. Haelun’or entertained its conception for reasons of hope - hope that this might be a step towards Elven Unity, through reason and honesty and good intention, yet it proves to be the opposite - a destructive force, aimed at ruining the most populace, active, and bustling Elven Nation on Almaris, for Haelun’or will not bow - she will not concede to those who would see her undone. This is a direct quote from a missive entitled, ‘Malin’s Revelation of Silver and Bronze’, following this Conclave, by the Prince of Ebonwood himself; “we must also acknowledge that Malin’s children do not live solely by words, our history is martial - fighting for causes when there is injustice. The Dominion of Malin, the Principality of Laureh’lin, The Bronze Rebellion, and the Irridite wars reflect a long series of Mali causes taken up by the blade to protect his children - historically against the Silver State, who casted these rebellions and nations as false.” Now, it appears as though the Children of Malin turn their blades against the Silver State, not out of protection, but out of a want to harm. I am sure Malin would be most pleased to see his children slaughtering and raiding Mali’aheral. You speak of injustice, yet it is perpetrated by Elvenesse, by the tribe of Fenn, and now by Ebonwood. You, Minuvas, have perpetrated injustice by allowing a bandit to threaten violence against Malin’s Children, at your own Conclave, without repercussion - for she was not removed, nor was her illegitimate vote revoked. You go on to say, Prince of Ebonwood, that, and I quote; “The sovereign of the Silver State is the determination of the Thill alone.” How right, you are. However, you contradict yourself by inviting Ivarielle to this conclave and giving her a vote, by your failure to denounce her, for if what you say is true, and you believe it, Haelun’or has determined who its rightful ruler is, and this is I, Braxus Ni’leya, not Ivarielle Ibarellan. Does the Prince of Ebonwood believe that it is a Nation of Mali who ought to decide its ruler, or the metal of Mercenaries and Valah? You have determined, that I ought to stand before Elvenesse to answer for accusations of Slavery against a Mali’ker child. Here is my response. I would be satisfied to know by what power, I am summoned to Elvenesse. By what authority? There are many unlawful authorities in this world - thieves, common highway bandits, upstart ‘Princesses’, et cetera, but now I would understand by what lawful authority I have been summoned. When I come to understand the lawful authority that you claim to bear, then, and only then shall I answer. Remember, I am the lawful, and legitimate Sohaer of Haelun’or. I am not a denizen of Elvenesse, Ebonwood, or any other Nation, but Haelun’or. It is to Haelun’or and her SILVER CONSTITUTION, that I am referred. I am not bound by any external treaty, but find myself denounced, by the very same Mali you intend to see me tried by? You have not the authority, nor the power to submit me to trial by a foreign government - a foreign legal jurisdiction, for supposed crimes I have already consigned to falsity. Haelun’or holds no internationally binding treaties of law or otherwise with Elvenesse, therefore I am not bound to their discretion. Haelun’or refuses your determination. Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya Signed, Sohaer Braxus Ni’leya

THE FLIGHT OF IVARIELLE Issued from the Silver Citadel 12th of Sun’s Smile, Year 58, S.A Lye thill'ito, ito thill lentae'ehya For eons the Children of Silver have followed the most Blessed maehr’sae hiylun’ehya, divined from the teachings of Larihei herself. It is her guidance, echoed through the Maheralan’s teachings through our millenia of existence, which has strengthened the will and forged a future for her Blessed Flock. It is this adherence to Tradition which ensures our people do not falter, but rather continue to grow in strength and number. It is this Tradition which demanded that I, the Sohaer of Haelun’or, accept a challenge from the false Princess Ivarielle. In a public missive entitled ‘IVARIELLE’, I offered this pretender - of Haelun’or, the opportunity to challenge me for the position of Sohaer. It is a privilege and Blessed Tradition that elmali’thill have been granted for many, many centuries. Ivarielle had claimed that through my unwillingness to hand Haelun’or over to her to satiate her hunger for power, that I was leading our people - elmali’thill, to bloodshed - for I either give her power, or she takes it by force. Several days later, I received a message from one of her minions, she demanded that the debate occur on the 12th of Sun’s Smile, at exactly One O’Clock, and Haelun’or accepted her challenge. Five Malauriran answered the call - emblems of Purity and Tradition. It would be they who decided the victor of the debate, as is Tradition. ______________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________________________________________ Ivarielle slowly paced into a completely full Citadel, Thirty minutes late, a panicked and stressed expression strewn upon her visage. She brought no supporters, nor were any to be found within the Citadel, despite her previous claims that the denizens of Haelun’or were her citizens, and that they supported her, not me. The false princess rudely interrupted the chair of the debate several times, asking me if I ‘Surrender’. She refused to participate in the debate and ignored the instructions of elmaluriran. After I informed her that I would answer the questions of elmalauriran, as is Tradition, she fled - she ran from the citadel, claiming victory and disappeared into obscurity - as has any legitimate claim she may have had to the leadership of Haelunor. Sohaer, translates roughly in common, to ‘ruler by teaching’. Ivarielle demonstrated to all Mali’thill present today, that she has little to teach, nor is she capable of ruling. Let the flight of Ivarielle Ibarellan - the false princess, from her own supposed city, signal to all those foreigners who support her, that she is not of Haelun’or, she is not wanted by Haelun’or, and she shall never rule Haelun’or. __________________________________________________________________ Maehrsae Hiylun’ehya Signed, Sohaer Braxus Ni’leya

"My, my. This Azdrazi worshiping, Ferrymen Princess of an Urguani Fort is certainly making the rounds! I wonder what she offers them?" questions Sohaer Braxus Ni'leya curiously, reading over yet another unjustified declaration.