Johann

“A bulwark against the lessers, impurity and elMaehr’sae Hiylun’ehya slain so untimely... your legacy will be remembered, Nehtamo Seregon.”, Muriel remarks, with consternation in his voice as he read through the missive. 

“Larihei’ahernan ito nae, Sillumir, Tilruir’tir... Mali’thill.”

THE ‘THILL LITERATURE CLUB

Written by Muriel Uradir

Issued on the 2^nd of the Deep Cold

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An illustration of a heated debate amongst ‘thill, an activity synonymous with elMaehr’sae.

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Knowledge, to the Mali’thill, is a sacred aspect of the natural world. It is what drives progress, and what preserves health. Thus, It is only obligatory for us, Mali‘thill, to collectively and more meticulously, scrutinise the vast reserves of knowledge in the Eternal Library, with its contents being examined superficially and its implicit messages being placed in the context of contemporary affairs.

Following days of construction, and many more days of proper planning, it is with much pride that I announce the commencement of the “Thill Literature Club”, a haven for all ‘thill that wish to further their pursuit of knowledge and perhaps even augment their understanding of the intricacies of the wider world.  

The club is to be moderately selective in choice, as well as boasting a ‘thill-only policy, with a particular emphasis in discussion on topics of political relevance. An application will be required to ensure all members accepted are of an acceptable competence for the club, possessing a clarity of thought in their political beliefs, as well as a sufficiently strong grasp in their prior knowledge.

Exclusive events administered by the club will also be a natural privilege that accepted ‘thill may enjoy upon induction, these will be announced to members in the future once planned.

Meetings are to be held weekly at the Eternal Library, a trivial location for the examination of its knowledge, a decided date will be privately issued to accepted applicants.

The general process of a meeting is as follows:

DEBATE PROCEDURES

If you are a ‘thill that possesses an interest in applying for a place in the club, kindly complete the form attached to this missive, it is but a simple measure of gauging your competence and expected commitment for the Club: 

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSeOhgrzU-ATU9_ysxELken9NkJty07hTx0uOB2hiAvfMh50Eg/viewform?usp=sf_link 

MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

Kaean’leh Evareh,

Muriel Uradir

“The menace of the Kharajyr have alas been liberated from the walls of elCihi’thilln, for too long have they been a crippling, divisive force on the blessed citizens of elCihi – admittedly, they have done much in subservience for the State, however over time they have encroached upon the fundamental rights of the Mali’thill, restricting their freedom of expression and always instilling pervading dissent. The exodus of the Kharajyr, as much as it may have been a terrible loss of manpower, was a greater advancement of elMaehr’sae Hiylun’ehya, liberating our city from the terrible clutches of the lessers”, said Muriel  as he read through the many Kharajyr signatories of the letter, a voice of conviction echoing his chambers.

Directing his attention to the claims of the Laraethryn, he comments accordingly, “The very act of bending one’s knee to the dominion of an inferior is reprehensible, an unforgivable insult to ‘thill principles. They are foolish in clinging so adamantly to the belief of elCihi’s alleged decadence, unable to acknowledge the Herculean efforts so recently advanced in ridding the Cihi of the impurities they speak of. Lareh’thilln exists for the very purpose of upholding elMaehr’sae Hiylun’ehya, a bastion of Larihei’s teachings, the bulwark of her ideals. Stating that elSohaer is maintaining a ‘powerbase’ is parochial, myopic and inane – his prosperous reign is one mandated by the people, not by some foolish self-fulfilling prophecy. It truly pains me to see another illegitimate, splinter Mali‘aheral clique in the league of it’s many failed peers, another one bound for a fruitless, disillusioned and fraudulent pursuit of elMaehr’sae Hiylun’ehya.”

Purity
 

Purity is like a butterfly, 
 

A delicate beauty, 
 

Its unbound wings of innocence fluttering at liberty,
 

Unfettered by vice,
 

Untainted by sin’s terrible symphonies,
 

A perfect perfection, unfrayed, its wholesome verity.

It is Larihei’s delight, a paradigm for us all,
 

Of Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya, a principle and a truth withal,
 

One that must be pursued, questioned and sought,
 

Or perhaps, caught - like a charming butterfly, always elusive, worthy of its hue.
 

Yet, its unmatched genuinity is fleeting, fragile, fugacious,
 

A butterfly's wings, it dissolves and dissipates when blighted,
 

A tarnished frailty - its integrity alighted.

Purity is like a butterfly, 
 

A delicate beauty,
 

Its preservation, our personal vocation, a duty,
 

Lest we forget, Lest you submit to your follies.

 

Penned by Muireal Uradir,

With dedication to Silir Uradir.
 

A shaken Uradir sat alone in the enveloping darkness of his chambers, a place he once found comfort in, its inaction now reminding him of the very same that he was guilty of. He was weary from the adversities of the day, and had finally found the much needed time to contemplate its frantic happenings in the ever-welcoming embrace of solidarity. 

It all seemed unreal to him.

Silir Uradir, a Mali he had for so long admired, had declared him an Uradir and died on the very same day. 

The thought alone recalled the trauma he had experienced in that very hall, a place of supposed exaltation now an reminder of unmistakable terror.

He remembered the regret that gnawed on his ego as he beheld Silir’s testimonies against the court, unable to aid Silir in his defense, every moment a call to action that he was unable to answer to. He remembered the ephemeral pride, then indignation that overcame him after being named an Uradir, ashamed at his inability to stand up for the patriarch of his Talonii. Out of all, Muireal remembered the terrible sight of Silir’s bleeding corpse, of how his life ebbed away, a butterfly slowly fluttering away from a wilting flower, all flesh is grass.

Muireal had not been able to act when he beheld Silir’s death, being rendered paralysed as his eyes fixated on the haunting sight, in a vague, incomprehensible amalgation of disbelief and despair. He sat idly, his pupils constricted, a prostration incapacitating his will to action, his ability to think. He watched the tragedy unfold, witnessing his sole relative rise to action and Mali frantically rushing to Silir’s aid in the nightmarish fever. 

Then, in the midst of the anguish that encompassed the room did he hear an undeniable remark of callousness from the epicenter of his resent. Outrage, was all he felt, disgusted by the condescension of the revered Alaion Miravaris, who watched the demise of Silir with reprehensible impassiveness. Muireal’s breaths grew frequent, yet heavier, nearing the brink of submitting to his impulse as he glared at the Okarir, his emotions marred in fury, fuelled by despair. 

Yet, his memories brought him, from the height of his anger, to the peak of his plight – he now looked upon the body of Silir Uradir in the clinic, alone, bereaved at the sight, and appalled by what had unwinded before him.

“Wh- What must I do now, Silir?” he mutters vaguely, his voice wavering at the weight of the situation.

”Am I to honour you? Mourn for you? Succeed you?”

Muireal then remembers of what Silir had said in his last words, a final appeal to the State, but now a dogma to him:

“I implore the Okarir’san-ship go to Muireal Uradir.”

The words brought about a certain peace to Muireal’s distraught mind, as though a flickering light of guidance had been lit to Muireal’s lost ship in his sea of emotions. It was also a spark to an inextinguishable flame that began to invigorate the ‘thill, an ember that ignited the convictions he harboured. This newfound determination compelled Muireal to break free from the stupor he was distraught in. The Mali opened his eyes which had restrained his perceptions to that of the past, now primed towards the future. Muireal smiled resolute, breaking the austere silence of the chamber.

“Then I shall mourn for your death, succeed your title, and honour you, Silir Uradir, in the name of my ambitions, and for the glory of our name.”

”Mark my words, it will be done.”
 

The Valahan truly are relentless in their incompetence aren’t they? It is truly amusing to see the Orenians and their subjects still holding themselves to a high regard, and yet suffer humiliation upon humiliation in the war. 

Their audacity to provoke elCihi’thilln is remarkable, despite their stubborn efforts to achieving peace. With each passing day do they dig their grave deeper, the very grave they will be buried in with their defeat.

These Orenians truly do not possess any trivial sense, or any discernment for “Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya”.

Watching their inevitable demise in the hands of the Tripartite, AIS and themselves will be a delight, a true amusement. The future holds little for Oren.

The Oath of the Okarir’san

Issued on 13^th Of Snow’s Maiden, 1751

Office of the Okarir’san

Penned by Muireal Aedonin

To further alleviate the most esteemed Kharajyr of their grievances towards the Silver State, and the integrity of our recent agreement, the Okarir’san has taken the liberty to pledge his dedication to the Accord’s terms. 

It is a gesture of fidelity from the Okarir’san. Respecting the sanctity of the treaty is paramount to restoring civil stability within the Silver State, which ultimately promotes progress and health.

“Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya”

The duties the Okarir’san has pledged himself to in this oath are as follows:

[1] Protecting the Kharajyr of the Silver State from unjust cruelty, slanderous hate and prejudice;

    The Okarir’san will act as a bulwark for Kharajyri justice by standing against any forms of injustice that the Kharajyr may receive from hereon in.

[2] Warranting that the Kharajyr will receive aid from the Okarir’san in cases of emergency;

    The Okarir’san will be as available as possible to the Kharajyr in emergency situations, assisting in the acquisition of proper help accordingly. 

[3] Facilitating cordial relations with the Kharajyr Province to see to its prosperity;

    The Okarir’san will promote favourable relations between parties within Haelun’or proper and those of the Kharajyr Province in matters regarding its future development. 

The oath is to remain indefinitely in effect unless one or more of the following is true:

- Permission is given to the incumbent Okarir’san by a reigning Diarch.

- An act of intentional violence from a resident Kharajyr against a ‘thill is made known.

Okarir’san,
Silir Uradir

There seems to never be a deficit of degeneracy outside the walls of Lareh’thilln, is there? The Mali responds, examining the article whilst contemplating the extent of turpitude being described. Detestable, deplorable diablerie of this manner should, and must most certainly be uprooted immediately, be it by Valah or Thill – it is a common menace to all.

Name: Muireal Aedonin
((MC Name)): JohnOfMages
Age: Forty Three.
What magic are you trained in, if any? None at the moment, much to my disappointment, for I have always had a certain affinity to the Arcane, despite my unfortunate circumstances that have not yet allowed me to indulge in this long-sought pleasure.
How do you lay claim to the fact that you are pure Mali'aheral? Visible features, along with my eternal pledge of undying fealty to my race.
How long have you resided within Lareh’thilln? Quite the length of time.
Will you follow the maehr'sae hiylun'ehya to the letter in the pursuit of arcane knowledge? Yes, certainly.
What magical knowledge do you wish to acquire, if any? All, for every iota of knowledge is a momentous contribution to my path to prominence, and this prominence is what I so desire, being an aficionado for the Arcane.