Polysemic

"For public debate, there is no place in the Silver City," A Tilruir said quietly to himself, reading the words of his llir. Eagerly, he awaited the next spark to start a flame, will of starting it himself greater as the days passed into weeks and months.

[!] In response, an open letter is placed on several notice boards around the Silver City, open for all to read.

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Dear Lleinde Tillun'Sae,

We have spoken before. In fact, I'm the one you trusted with running the Literature Society, something I have done with some joy. The need for our people to divide as much as they do, however, concerns me. We tell each other we live by the ideals of maehr'sae hiylun'ehya, but we so often forget what this means.

To remind my fellow mali'thill, maehr'sae hiylun'ehya means progress and health. There have been times when the perpetuance of our kin could only be preserved by making sure we rid of the 'ata. These times, however, have passed. Long gone are the days where our very existence relied on the Silver State, where we were looked down upon by some others in much the same way we look down on them.

I was the one to destroy the petition on the wall with the names on mali'thill who have passed from our realm. I tried to make a statement, but I fear it has failed to be delivered by the actions others have brought upon the Arts Center for their own ideals. Untruth would be spoken if I were to say I do not agree with their ideals to some extent.

Our people face a problem. Our Sohaer rarely leaves the state, our council is lacking, and our quest for progress and health has delivered neither our nation nor our people anything in the past centuries. We ought to look both back, to history, when our nation was still great, and forward, to the future, where we could be great once more.

This is not the first time I voice my concerns about our state. I have spoken with the Sohaer, with the Okarir'maehr, but none seem to be willing to preserve. And preserve is what we must; Our State is Silver, our people live long. We should guide, record, explore, yet the people of the Silver State would rather sit in their homes, drinking their tea, pretending the outside world does not exist.

An Elven day ago, I attended a meeting of some concern. The Sohaer met the Prince of Ando Alur in a talk that should have happened years ago, offering the man empty threats. He didn't seek for progress, not for pursuit of knowledge, but he sought for power. Yes, Ando Alur is a vassal. Yes, Ando Alur stepped over boundaries that should be obvious. Regardless, Kolvar Uradir's position within this meeting.

This is but one of many interactions I have had with the State that worry me.

Allow me to explain why I destroyed the aforementioned petition.

When I first proposed it, the wall was not meant for mali'thill only. It was meant for all that we had lost. I am not old by high elven standards, not old compared to some I have met, but some days I do feel it. I recall the people I have lost in my near four hundred years, and I remember their names.

As mentioned earlier, I have spoken about these concerns before. I mentioned them to our current Sohaer, Kolvar Uradir. I mentioned them to the Okarir'maehr, Valindra Viradiraar. Before that, I spoke out my concerns to Dimaethor Visaj. Even before that, centuries in the past, I spoke about my concerns to other members of the State.

For this, I have been beaten, threatened, called to trials of purity, much like the things that are currently happening to our lliran, Seraphite and April. and during this time, I have seen the Silver State bleed. Bleed out its people until they grew discontent. Until they left.

Thus, I wish to ask you now, as you asked for public debate;

How much longer will we watch our State bleed? How much longer will we lock ourselves within our walls with closed gates, living in the lies of what we think is our purity? How much longer will we fail to fulfill our duty to the realm and Mortalkind by remaining stagnant? How often will we repeat the mistakes of the past?

In search of Truth,

Telos Andria'liene,

Tilruir'maehr,

Head of the Literature Society

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Telos Andria'liene read the letter in silence. He recalled when he destroyed a petition himself. It had not been out of hatred for the Diarchy, even though that was something that lingered in his mind. He remembered the diplomatic meeting he had attended the other day; The trust he'd built, the trust he'd lost. "Bridges will be burned eventually," He assured himself quietly, before he returned to his work. There was still so much to be done, but soon it would all be over. Soon he'd be able to leave Healun'or behind again. "The endless cycle continues."

Telos Andria'liene complains about how it's not that hard to not get caught in acts of crimes in the Silver City, and that maybe Seraphite and April should have tried harder. "And here I was thinking I'd burn bridges over something more grand." Later, the Tilruir returned home to drink some tea and reconsider his life choices.

18 minutes ago, puffables said:

 

[!] Lleinde Tillun'sae presenting the Ten Petitions to the Citizenry of the Silver State of Haelun'or, c. 32 S.A.

[!] Telos, clapping, knowing fully well he is about to destroy one of the petitions.

A Tilruir'maehr by the name of Telos Andria'liene dusts off his hands after destroying one of the petitions.

"They made the damned city float," Telos said as he looked up to the structure, more surprised than he was impressed. "I hope my property value has gone up. And my taxes remain low."

A certain Tilruir'maehr walking the realm by the name of Telos Andria'liene, once known as Ehier, remembered his old friend as he went through pages with names of the people he'd lost. He didn't know this man had still been alive until recently, but he remembered anyway.

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IN-CHARACTER

What is your name?

Telos Andria'liene

Why seek membership to the Mages Guild?

To further the realm's knowledge about the void and expand our understanding of the realm we live in, while meeting and understanding history, in order to not repeat the mistakes that were made in the past.

What arts, if any, do you currently practice?

Mastered multiple arts, information granted upon request.

What position do you desire to attain upon acceptance?

Adeptus Majoris.

When should you be contacted for an interview?

Any time deemed fit.

IGN: Polysemic

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Well, I know what I'm doing tomorrow. This is awesome, +1 for the tech team that they could do this

Random screenshots of random people:

A murder scene, because why not

Angry bird :)

Old Haelun'or

@ImCookiie,@Chamosial, and Crazed on like, Vailor? Fun times

Brings back memories, especially the switch between blown up and not blown up Johannesburg on Axios got me, even though I've looked at the old maps several times it's been a good while since I saw that city proper

As much **** as I like to give LotC from time to time, I do genuinely think things have improved greatly over at least the past year. When I left a year ago, I genuinely didn't think I'd come back, but I wasn't disappointed to be proven wrong.

Let's keep being cool nerds and enjoy our mineman roleplay B)

Also look at that, discount on the store just in time for the steam summer sale /j

"Unity at last?" Telos wonders aloud upon hearing the news, still lacking glasses.

Telos tried to think back in an attempt to figure out who this Peralien was, only to remember a few of her wrongdoings. "Good riddance," He said quietly to himself. "Although it will be hard to find somewhere to watch street fights consistently, now."

Telos spoke some light curses upon hearing the news. "Why does it have to be Kol?" He questioned. Later that day, he returned to his home in the Silver State to further work on his draft for a proposal. The 'thill found himself hesitant in the words he wrote. "This might prove to be a complication," He finally spoke to himself, only to continue with his draft as if nothing had changed.