Farryn

A lone Ascended looked up from her research the moment a bird came through her window, bearing a message. The woman read it silently before rising to her feet, a sigh escaping from her lips. “...It seems something is amiss at the Temple. Were it anywhere else, I’d be less concerned but due to the nature of the temple – I am concerned,” And at that, she made her departure.

“And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you put a target on your back by angering just about every nation and group in Arcas. especially the more zealous ones... hopefully some of them know its a joke and won’t consider going for Lily and Sutica. If they do, well... that’s Lily and Mystery’s fault,” Elvira shrugs before going back to sipping some mocha.

Elvira hears of the news and her stomach dropped, a sickening sensation filling the Ascended. She was never one for harming children, let alone outright killing them. The timeless woman shook her head. “...A child is a child, no matter their race. To outright kill a child because of no reason or because you despise their race is inexcusable... May both the Archaengul and Metztli watch over the little one...” She then wonders for a moment. “...perhaps I should consider moving out of Irrinor and gain some land for myself... hm, that does sound nice, given what I’ve seen already..”

Elvira sighed deeply as she rolled up her sleeves. The look of clear annoyance forming in her eye. “Right... time to have a word to Elnirth and Jude. While I may not have current relations with the dwarves, I still respect them for their craftsmanship and from past encounters. Those two are going to get an earful if they’ve been attacking dwarves for being dwarves. By the Archaengul, I expected better from both of them...”

Elvira just reads the parchment with a simple stare, her eye still hurting from reading the language at the front of the envelope. “...Really? Using the Black Language on the front? Whoever wrote this is aware that the language hurts the eyes of those unable to read it, meaning chances are – some folks may not read it due to their eyes hurting and those more familiar with it will know a dark user wrote this and may become reluctant to read it... it’s like they are not even trying to conceal who they are...” She then sighs. “...I think now may be the time for me to come out of retirement... I have a feeling some of the darkness may need to be put down if they decide to harm my allies...”

Somewhere in Arcas, Elvira reads the missive and just bursts out into hysterics, so much so that she was actually slamming her fist into her desk. Her laughter echoing throughout her lonesome home. “By the- I thought the High Elves were smarter than this, being all about research and the like! Beetroots curing homosexuality?! Oh by the Aengudaemons, everyone knows that it can’t be cured – it’s just a part of who someone is, like their personality. You can’t change that with a simple bloody vegetable! A flipping beetroot! Ahahahahahah!” She finally managed, after a good twenty minutes, calm herself down and sighs softly. The old woman wiped a tear from her eye. “And they wonder why not everyone takes the high elves seriously.”

Elvira remained silent as she read the missive. Her eye glowing softly, scanning over each word. Then, she placed the paper back where she found it, continuing her way through a local village.

Ah, the return of the Tumblr’s mega list of genders. Never thought I'd be seeing that list again.

[!] A message is soon sent to the Father, as well as copies of the message being added next to each posters the Father had added. It included the following quote above [!] “Yet I must object to that statement. Not once did you ask for my opinion on the matter, nor did it sound as though you think I and the council members who did stand there earned a voice – the very people who share a seat on the very same council as you. Yes, I am a Scion and by the council hierarchy, I am not on the council. However I was asked to stand on the dias and be part of the jury by the will of the Lord Protector Arik as he saw it necessary for the council members to stand alongside you as judges. I may not be of your rank but my words and presence there do hold weight regardless for that trial. Yet enough of me, what of the Lord Sage Steven and the Empyria Lyra, who is betrothed to the Empyrion , and both was asked to stand alongside you to judge this trial. You state that their words and presence mean nothing to you, not even the Empyria, when you say you are under no obligations to consider the debate of what few members of the council remained until the end? Pray tell, would you disrespect the wishes of other council members such as Arik and those they choose to assist in the judging solely because you bear a title higher than us, Father Cassian? Even Lyra herself? Do you believe you are above that of her?! Not once did you look to us for opinions, only settling on silencing us when we sought to share input Such is disheartening to hear, especially from a good man such as yourself. A man who listened to many and gave out good words. There is a reason why there’s often trials are held with multiple people standing as the jury – it is to prevent a one-sided verdict of one individual whom may bear particular ill towards either the defence or the prosecution. Bias can occur if one man allows his views and own opinions determine the verdict, hence why the necessity of having additional people there to share their own thoughts and opinion on the matter. What occurred on the trial that day was not true justice – true justice is when the truth is relieved and the decisions made were neutral and considered. Yet no true justice was given that day, only an empty verdict made by a man who disrespected the members of the council willing to sit through that trial and help him discuss a verdict, including the Empyria herself. I am ashamed of what you did there, Father Cassian, and it made me lose hope in you that you see us as lesser when those sat there with you were there as equals. I hold no doubt that there are also others out there who lost faith in you also because of this. I only pray you reflect back on this and hopefully ensure you don’t repeat this error again, it is not fitting for a man who many seek as a guide within their religion to dismiss the opinions of others due to their ranks. Signed, Elvira Naromis. Master Sage. Scion of the Tearstone.

“Not all of Llyria see monks as the threats many make them out to be and they can see through the lies and slander thrown at them,” Elvira murmured to herself, releasing a sigh of relief that the monks are sticking up for themselves but taking a peaceful approach. “Us that do not agree with what was written know that the Monks are warriors who serve a noble goal and fight for what is worth fighting for, for family, for friends, for those who cannot defend themselves. I am immensely ashamed and disgusted of many members of Llyria for their treatment of Magnus and of the Monks purely because of the strength they bear and because their beliefs do not seem right to them. Anyone can do harm with the powers they bear, but it depends on the intentions of the people who wield it that determines if its used for good or evil. Such is what Master Meta El Solaray taught me when I studied the Flowing Sun Martial Arts under him...” The woman then leaned back, frowning sharply. “I pray and I hope a few of the other Llyrian council members will agree that what Father Cassian wrote was out of proportion. He judges a group of many for the actions of one, even though Magnus explained himself with a burning honesty. Yet given we did not discuss on this matter after the trial – and Father Cassian even went as far as to make a verdict without consulting myself or any other council members who stood as part of the judges.... the man has lost my respect. He may bear a higher rank but that does not mean he should act as though he can do anything he wants. A council works together as one, not a small group with no voice below one man who acts he speaks for all... I pray this situation is quelled peacefully before it escalates.”

Elvira shook her head, her respect for the Father gone. “Where ignorance is our master, there is no possibility of real peace. To be ignorant of others’ actions and as to why they did such, to only believing what you believe will only cause more issues for all than actual good...”

“Well...” Elvira takes a deep breath. “...damn void”

Elvira glanced to Blundermore’s hat that sat within a protective glass case in her office. She clenched her fist, remembering the event and also what Crumena showed her through the use of a memory rune. The woman knew something was coming, if not now – soon.

Elvira sips her mocha as she reads the log, nodding in approval. “The first step is often the hardest but you all did well – Celestrials, Llyrians, Ascended, and everyone both. Though we still got more to do... and I do wish I could have been there personally to lend my aid. Perhaps the next time,” the master sage then went back to her reading.

“Alright... that’s the last missive done. Make sure they get to all Ascended of the order, as soon as possible, I’ll give more direct orders when the meeting is arranged and everyone is present” Elvira straightened in her seat as she began to write out a few missives. She then hands them to her assistant and watches him head off. Always a good lad who made sure word got around swiftly. The moment the doors close, she stands and puts on her coat. “Time to contact the Mage’s Guild as well and get both orders working on this, Kalgrimmor and his mages will know a deal more about this than the Ascended alone and they may need a few helping hands if the situation turns physical.”