A Faithful Meeting

*It was the year **3766**, amidst the **2nd day of the 7th segment**.*

*The **Galactic Council**, put into emergency session by the **Eldurasi**, sought out to denounce and weaken the **Athalmar** government. In an historical occurrence, a **Haldros** ambassador made his debut among the many seats, an occasion that had only been repeated over a hundred and fifty years ago. The debate culminated in the Haldros' questioning of Athalmar sovereignty, directives and morality. The Athalmar ambassador, the **future Athalor**, **Malacos Ulveth**, having secured neutrality or support from the other political parties present, stated that if reason would not be understood by their opponents, then they could break out of isolation and stop the Empire's spread and influence. In this moment, the Haldros ambassador hesitated, having noticed the Council Grounds to realise how the lack of general support and the reluctance of the Eldurasi to spark all out war. At this moment, however, the Council session was put into pause for the next two hours, allowing parties to reconvene and confirm intentions.*

*Malacos, having left the Council chambers to return to his office, constantly made quick stops by other statesmen and ambassadors who had supported the Athalmar or their motion. The Elithian Prince, a Utharian Cleric, the Thelvannu Crown-Heir and the Hesulkor Envoy, among many others.* *Malacos, the primary Diplomat of the Athalor's Corp, was tired of a week's long debates. But his mind was now focused upon the door of his office and everything within. A report needed to be filled for **Athalor Rhalus**. Another for Fleet Command, to keep up its guard. Mere 2 hours for all of this to be accomplished and prepare his follower speech, retorts and accusations. The view of his desk was within his mind before he was there, working upon it. The large office, reserved for the representatives of the Great Races, flanked by expensive furniture, Athalmar heraldry and many other ornaments, so to placate the lesser members of the Council. Despite his exhaustion, Malacos' second wind surfaced within him. The next sessions would **make or break** the progress his fellow people had made thus far.*

*Coming from around the corridor, a figure, tall, elegant, whose posture gleamed an air of nobility and voice toned with privileged beauty* - "Hold thine gaze, son of Ataros." - *said Daelon Kalru, who Malacos immediately identified as an Eldurasi Ambassadory aid* - "If it would please you, an invitation I bare. It seems my lord Thalmar would have you treat with him." - *proclaimed the aid, shedding a great vocal effort to embellish his request through pronunciation and words.*

*Malacos' yearning sight turns to him, shifting his complexion to an angered retort -* "Your arrangement is inopportune, aid, even if one such as your master had sent for me." - *irritably retorted Malacos. His frame now wholly faced the Eldurasi. Malacos was of higher stature and deeper voice, a staple of all Athalmar when facing any other race -* "What proposal does the **High Chancellor** have schemed for this procedure of his?"

*Maintaining his posture, and with fabricated confidence, Daelon continues* - “My Lord Thalmar would have you treat with him, away from the prying eyes of the vultures that circle the **Council** hall. Even you should realize the benefits of such a meeting, for none can judge your actions." - *the aid gambled* - "But if you don’t have a desire to treat, then I shall inform my lord that you care not. Having deemed a battle of wits a better course. Tis a shame, but we shall not force your willingness to reason.” - *the aid had intentionally struck at the Athalmar's pride to coerce him into this meeting. Bold, perhaps, but most certainly risky, as the Athalmar was in a tiresome state, and his mood was much less amiable then at most of times.*

"An Athalmar's actions never seek to ignore the judgement of the many." *- said Malacos, intentionally reinforcing his pride into a place above his indirect accusations -* "But your Lord has shown a remarkable amount of personal abdication, in the latest Council engagements. Despite our differences, his work for the Council and the Galaxy is never forgotten." *- Malacos takes a slight bow of his head, in a show of respect, even if simply ceremonial -* "I endeavour to converse with such a worthy opponent. Lead the way, aid." - *with that acceptance, Daelon returns the slight bow and proceeds to turn and walk in the path that bests suits for their intended meeting. Daelon's expression shows relief at the calm acceptance of his master's offer. Malacos, however, returns his eyes to a format that express fatigue, with his anticipation for this meeting hanging low. The Eldurasi would most likely scold him for his recent ventures in the Council, thus he saw very little in the way of productivity for this meeting. Alas, perhaps the Eldurasi would slip and reveal something they intended to previously hide.*

“Wondrous, truly remarkable. I do admire your confidence.” - *said Daelon. He continues to lead Malacos down through the corridor of the **Great Races**, past rooms empty and forgotten, of those realms that stand no more. Until finally they come before the entrance of their destination. Engraved with the star of **Elva** upon the door, with folia all around. One might even forget that it is painted, and sculpted. Venerable, yet barely artificial. The Eldurasi craftsmanship had never impressed Malacos' pragmatic motivations, but they had certainly staked their place within his fancy for art and beauty, as tightly a niche was available for such things within his complex mind. Two sentinels stand on each the side of the entrance, ever watchful, but even they bow in respect upon the duo’s arrival. At a distance, Malacos could easily identify their ceremonial robes and weapons. These Eldurasi guardians had been placed the responsibility of unbiased protection of all members of the Council. He also noticed their narrowing eyes from behind their fully encompassed faces, as if they were either surprised or on guard by the Athalmar's arrival. Walking through the door and past the sentinels, Daelon beckons Malacos forth. Once inside, Daelon then steps to the side, prepared to gather any necessities the ambassadors might ask of him. All throughout the office lays the art of ages: from paintings of Eldarus proper, to karst sculptures from **Havollus Cora**. With life sized statuettes of **Thelvannu** saints, to reliefs of  Puthumite princes. All throughout connecting each of the art is that of the crystalline roots of the Elanor Trees, all culminating in the central desk of which bares the Heraldry of Eldarus itself, this one being engraved upon it with golden and silver strings of purely refined materials. Behind it all is a stained glass window. A mosaic of stained glass depicting the formation of the Council, itself above **Eldarus**.*

*As Malacos enters, **Thalmar**, High Chancellor of Eldarus rises from his seat, putting down his most recent tome of poetry. Malacos notices the room's features, but focuses his gaze on Thalmar. Like any other of the Eldurasi, he's ageless, fair and well kept. Unlike the rest, he dabbles in poetry in his free time. A measure to abstain his mind from the stressful livelihood the two of them pursue. The instant Thalmar stands, Malacos states* - "My Lord, High Chancellor Thalmar," - *he takes a deep bow* - "it is a pleasure to meet with you outside of debate and discord." - *he straightens himself once more* - "In such a bountiful and esteemed chamber, no less." - *Malacos has this feature. A feature of which he is able to correspond with lovely words, yet still affirm such a dignified stance and insensitive expression. The subtlety of his actions and facial movements so calm, but with energy in his eyes. His gaze fixed on his host's, though with unceasing attention to his every move and body language, evaluating his presence, strength and skill in syllabus, spotting his body structure, insensitively deciphering his motives and planning his own advances of future words and deeds. Like the vision of a wolf in disguise amongst the sheep.*

*Taking a small bow, Thalmar straightens his form and begins* - "It is good to see you as well Malacos. I do hope you enjoy the artistry. I have gathered them from all across the galaxy. I have yet to add a piece from **Ataros** to my collection though, if you have any suggestions I would gladly have gaze at such an artefact." - *Thalmar's view shifts from his works of art to that of Malacos' form* - "But art aside, I must congratulate you. Never before have I had to put so much effort in the Council before." - *he stated with a smile as bright as a star, but with a serious dim upon his eyes.*

"Serving our peoples has never been a dull affair. With such being said, I recommend any representation of **Athalmar Athalor**, our last Kith'mairum and greatest servant of our people. May I?" - *he asks, gesturing to the seat next to him, playing along with the etiquette expected of him*

"Of course, please do take a seat. Have you need of any refreshments?" - *As Thalmar presents a chair right next to his in front of the desk, as his own seat is unused facing the stained glass, behind him.*

"There is no need for further distractions." - *he says coldly* - "Despite the eminence of your offer, all that I require at this time is rest. But you stand among the few interesting enough to converse with, outside of the Grounds. So I shall heath what you summoned me here for."

"Understandable my good Malacos. I apologize for the 'distractions', " - *he says, gesturing with his hand outwardly and taking a slight apologetic bow* - "I simply wished to make sure you were satisfied, before we began." - *his breath is reset and his brow shifted from eloquent to focus* - "But alas, Malacos I have invited you here for an occasion unlike that which you have faced before. As you know the council is filled with debates over the extent of your very realm. The influence of Ataros spreads across all of the East. Into the North, and even into the Core. I applaud the skill and speed the Athalmar have achieved this, but this has brought great concern to the court of Eldarus." - *Malacos almost seems glad at hearing these words, lowering his head as if to hide content eyes and an ambitious stare* - "The whole of the Crystal Citadel looks upon us. For this great debate that has lasted many weeks, has been our largest focus since the fall of Atlas." - *this name, Atlas, was a dark memory for anyone in the Council. It was once the capital of a large, prosperous and powerful nation that had stationed itself in the now known **Great Wastelands**. The **Garinsian League**, though the rival of many a still living empire today, was pillaged and annihilated in such a fashion that even its enemies of ages long gone still hesitate and quake at the mention of such a downfall. Thalmar knows this story all to well. He was alive by the time it happened. His eyes do not drop in sadness, but rather raise in zeal, so to strengthen his claim that this situation is in perilous circumstances. In his voice emerged concern and a hint of a plea. Malacos' expression did not even shift and nor did he try to seclude away his indifference.*

"Over a century ago, the Athalora at the time, Mirdana Taras, had vowed on the very steps of this edifice to restore the galactic economy. We have honoured her memory and wishes with thorough willpower and dedication. Both the Empire and the **Compact** continue to pursue this goal into the present. It is only natural that our strength and influence grow accordingly, such are the fruits of our labours." - *the humility of his bragging was pierced by Thalmar's shifting of the corners of his lips. Doubt and a sense of contempt were surfaced, though only mildly. Thalmar was all too used to an Athalmar's boasting -* "Perhaps our methods may not be to the liking of those amidst the Crystal Citadel, but, in time, I am confident that they will change their views over our actions. We hold such faith for many within the Council. Unfortunately, with exception to the **rabble** your court invited back to the Council." - *his tone shifted not from his etiquette start, but his final phrase contained hatred. So much was the Athalmar's power in the Galaxy, that even here did Malacos feel secure in expressing such disdain, with such crudeness. Thalmar knew this and grew weary of the Athalmar's power. He foresaw its increase and spread, but this engagement was a new form of dread. One which he hid behind his fair eloquence, once more.*

"Malacos, there is no need for such an outburst. This isn't the council hall, 'tis just us few here. One should always remember to sheathe his words for the right moment. The rabble you speak of, may not seem much to you, but they are as much if not even mightier than your own." - *Malacos eyes narrow with building wroth, like a distant thunder that announces a coming storm* - "However, as it is which such things, they are out of touch with politics. You see, they isolated themselves. We brought them forth to reintroduce a strong voice back into the council. All should have a voice here, isn't this right?"

"An Athalmar's actions never seek to ignore the judgement of the many. And I'm afraid I must disagree. The term 'rabble' is quite accurate. In the Grounds, they speak of our actions and denounce us as imperialists and despots, failing to remember that they now inhabit the Vanak's homeland, displaced the Thelvannu or ignored the requests of the *mighty* Eldurasi. All to build their *utopia*, and *their* vision. Comparing them to the Athalmar is as if comparing a Human to an Eldurasi. Insulting and shortsighted." - *he stands slowly away from his seat. His hands tightly grasped the chair's arms and his leg's muscles swole with motion. His anger, though contained, was physical in its manifestation* - "Not every nation deserves a voice within the Grounds. Even you must look at your creation and regret its idealistic foundations, when peoples such as mine, the Xanar and the Photecians walk these halls." - *he places his hands behind his back, resuming his etiquette* - "If you intend to lecture me on how the Haldros are not here as a counterweight against my people, then I will take my leave. Or is there something else you'd like to discuss, High Chancellor?" - *Malacos stood tall above Thalmar. His height reaching an entire foot higher than that of Thalmar's. His tone still unbroken, though his vocabulary clearly sparked. The mixture of exhaustion and sense of time wasted bringing him ever closer to the Athalmar's primal instincts. Thalmar would straighten his back and secure his frown with grim determination, attempting once more to uphold his own calm. But endeavouring to restore Malacos' would not surge from the High Chancellor.*

"Malacos, if you would please take your seat, I would have you recollect yourself." - *a venerable and soothing voice spoke -* "Thalmar here is just stating a point, one that is not entirely true. You are correct in some manners, but not all. Your words and the actions of Ataros have brought this matter to my attention. The Haldros are good allies of Eldarus, and they are here at my request. I wished for a larger voice in the council, something that we do not excel in. But Thalmar is not wrong in that we wish all to have a voice." - *The tone of these words are soft yet stern, as if they came onto everyone from the breath of star light, while carrying the wisdom of the ages. As these words are spoken, the the primary seat of the office turns, revealing an Eldurasi fairer than all other. One whose silken robes are woven with the Elanor tree's design all throughout, in dim starlight blue atop a silk of pale gray so fine, that all the colours of the room surround upon it in woven contrast of reflection. Atop his silvery blonde like hair, humbly sits a diadem of crystalline blue, overheading his sharp brow and gleaming orange eyes. **Lorestaer Evenstar**.*

*Malacos' expression shifts. His cheeks are relaxed and his eyes are put at ease. The very presence of this figure hath calmed his demeanour. His exhaustion quenched and his anger cleaved. There stood a being of magnificence and eternal wisdom, one who's height matched that of the proud Athalmar* - "The Herald of the Saricsinahl, himself." - *Malacos takes his right hand from behind his back, placing it above where one of his hearts would be, bowing deeply* - "Your majesty, it is my utmost honour to be in the presence of the Elder King. So far from Elva, no less." - *Malacos maintains his respectful bow. Rarely is an Athalmar's physical height matched, and less so is their wisdom and venerable expertise. Malacos felt humble for the first time in the long years of his life. All knew of the Herald. The Horizon of the North. The Elder King of Eldarus. His voice had stopped countless wars and his will condensed even the most clouded of minds. Perhaps it too was the first time ever since the arrival of the Haldros into the Council, that Malacos had finally found his solution for peace.*

"My fair Malacos, ease thine mind, and forfeit your anger. The formalities you offer are gladly accepted, but unnecessary. It is I who should lower my head in your presence. For you were summoned without due insight. For that I offer my apology." - *With that the seated monarch bowed his head, soon raising once more to meet his guest's sight -* "Once more, gallant scion of Ataros, I plea: will you take a seat, and treat with Eldarus?" - *said the magnanimous figure, with a humble and light tone*.

"I dare not refuse, venerable one." - *Malacos raises his head, and once again takes his seat* - "What brings you to the Grounds, your majesty?" - *Malacos' gaze is now of neutral aspect. His mood restored to that of professional accord, though his focus, previously anchored on his rage and wrathful clairvoyance, was lost for a moment, as his mind provided a comparable 'second wind' to his political and diplomatic aptitude.*

"The great debates, are the reason I am here, Malacos. I have received reports from Thalmar on the subject throughout these last few weeks. Additionally, I have received concerned letters from several esteemed individuals. Asking for my opinion on the matter, and even some requested for my presence in the council. Even Arch Lord Valance, steward of the council halls itself, was brought to dismay at the talks. Quite the unsettling stir you have caused, Malacos. Your words, it seems are, quite legendary." - *The Eldurasi monarch remained in his calm, but Malacos' mind began to resume his methodology in the matter at hand. Malacos felt pride at the uplifting comments of his host. But he also perceived the veiled tension amidst the room. **Arch Lord Valance**, Arcadian was his house name, was the ruler of the Philavolence and the host of the Grounds, yet he himself was checked by the tidings in the Council. Such a lord had witnessed reports of famine, condemnation for acts of aggression, pleas of aid that would never arrive, and even debates discussing the horrors of mass rape, indiscriminate genocide, abhorrent torture and blaspheming acts against the ideals of civilized and morally upholding society. Yet, it was the potential spark of war between the great powers of the Galaxy that sowed fear and anxiety within his mind. It was here, that Malacos realised, that his words about the Athalmar's influence upon the Galaxy were underwhelmed by the truth of the matter: the Great Races, despite being at odds with one another, are a stabilising axis in international affairs. The thought such a civilized collective of nations could so quickly loose its grasp on the standards of decency and progress was something that even Malacos disgusted. It proved to him that the Athalmar were more than needed. They were, in fact, essential. It was their power that made such atrocities diminish and its culprits to dread their own existence.*

"Such are the times... That the great King is called to our midst. But I shan't disagree with the worries of those in the Council, nor that my words were regulated. The resurgence of the Galactic Economy has given rise to new conflicts abroad. Despite the Empire's expeditions and their many successes in bringing some semblance of peace to the Galaxy, the isolationist Haldros attempt to thwart us at every turn, and we have responded accordingly." - *he once again looks at Thalmar for a second, then back at Lorestear, as if a reflex to re-establish a sense of presence* - "My apologies, that we muddy one of your greatest achievements, your Majesty. Please, deliver upon me your worries. Your wisdom, I am sure, will carry us through this mess we've created." - *says Malacos. His tone is sincere, and his mind more confident that a solution may be found, in the presence of such an entity.*

"Ah Malacos, from what I have heard I expected more fangs from your words. It seems some of the rumours aren't true. But if my eyes do not deceive me, it seems you are quite tired. No doubt from the long hours of debates. If you would rather, we can take this conversation around the Grounds. Thalmar you may continue reciting your readings. Daelon, if you could, do you mind delivering these messages for me. I would go myself however, I have important matters to partake in." - *Malacos would not that all of this was said with the most splendid of warm smiles.*

"Of course, your eminence. I shall take them immediately, and I shall soon return." - *gracefully, Daelon receives the letters, and swiftly traverses the room towards the halls.*

"Thank you majesty, just don't expend yourself too much." - *Thalmar's gaze switched to Malacos. Both now finally cordial -* "Malacos, I shall see you again soon." - *his words were ladened with respect. Returning to his desk to pick up his tome, and then walking out of the office of the Eldarusi embassy, Thalmar left his superiors to partake in their own accordance.*

"Well Malacos, have you decided? If you wish we can stop by your own office, as I don't wish to steal you from all of your work. We share great responsibility and must do all we can for our own realms." - *despite holding the great King in high regards, Malacos was unimpressed by his flattery. Very few knew how to attain his attention.*

"I had wished to traverse Eldarus itself, see its wonders and converse with its King, while walking through its many verdant paths. Sadly we are not on such paradise..." - *he stands up and then looks at Lorestaer with assertive intent* - "But never would I *not* converse. We shall walk the Grounds..." - *he gestures to the door* - "And let our wisdom reveal us a solution. Lead the way, great King." - *Gently standing from the primary chair, Lorestaer begins to glide through the door way. With the mighty Malacos, the titans traverse down the halls, towards the artificial gardens.*

"Well Malacos as we travel, I must ask, what is your Athalor's desire with these debates? Of course i don't expect you to reveal state secrets or anything of the sort. But I need to understand your empire's stance, before I can be at ease." - *Malacos sharpens his eyes and raises his chin. He proceeds to speak firmly. Entirely committed to the words he espouses, still with regards for confidentiality, but non the less gregarious.*

"**Athalor Rhalus** has made his primary vision to strengthen the Empire, so that it can then secure a stable growth for the other members of the Compact. Although we do not disregard the members of the Eldurasi's own economic partners in our dealings, it is through the Compact that we are most effective and able to act." - *he moved his right hand intuitively, enthusiastically adding physical gestures to his explanations* - "Our military is able to protect all routes within the Compact, ensure peace within its members and deter possible aggressors across the Galaxy from committing new acts of savagery. As you must know, our economical output has reached a growth of 8.7% this last quarter. The many peoples that reside within the Empire experience a new height in quality of life, as the many war-time restrictions are lifted, and many advance through the many Tiers of citizenship...." - *Malacos ceases his gestures, regaining his composure, and placing his hands behind his back, in an act of returning to etiquette* - "The Haldros continuously attempt to thwart our efforts, bringing discord into the Council through threats and promises they cannot uphold. They do not seem capable to understand that another nation may be greater than their own. Such is why Athalor Rhalus holds much investment in these debates. The Athalmar have a reputation to keep, and it is only through power that we may act. The Haldros test that power. As such, we are forced to showcase it." - *Malacos looks through a wide, decorated window, where much of the Grounds where the Council meetings take place are located* - "Even if our audience would prefer otherwise." - *As Malacos shares this, Lorestaer listens ever so intently.*

"Well Malacos, I understand your final stance. That you wish to protect your image, and maintain your power against those who would test it. I just hope you remember the purpose of the Council is to prevent wars, or at least solve problems diplomatically, rather than through brute force. However, the news you speak is a joy to my heart. I always adore hearing news of prosperity, as well as the continual cooperation your people engage in with the Compact. I would prefer if you worked equally with all, however even I am unable to do so, as my ideology is compatible only with certain groups. The most interesting thing though from what you have said is about the 'Tiers of citizenship'... Do tell me more them. As from what I have learned from an outside perfective only looks upon the system in an uneducated shadow. For on Eldarus, all are welcome, and equal. All deserve to live a peaceful and fulfilled life. While I attempt to spread such an ideal, I have truly only been successful in Eldarus, and our closest of allies. But there is much time in the galaxy, though the less suffering the sooner, the better." - *Malacos notices a hint of regret in his companion's aspect. It is true that the Eldurasi have the highest value per individual in the galaxy, and that their efforts are a beacon of inspiration to all, evil or good alike. But Malacos perceives these achievements as an unfulfilling leisure to assert their own power and status. 'All are equal in Eldarus', yet nearly all greater positions are held by Eldurasi, with nepotism and familial politics playing its role. However, despite this racial hypocrisy, the Eldurasi tend to dodge this reality with humble notions of sincerity or with a play on another's emotions. The Athalmar are shown to be the less among the fooled by this trick. Lorestaer, however, was different. There was grief in there. Grief that Malacos was incapable of understanding, or even emulate.*

"Your Majesty, the Tiers of Citizenship are a complex social structure and societal credits system that dictate many aspects of an individual's life. We provide food, housing, work and education to all tiers, but as the scale etches upwards, the more privileges and opportunities are granted. In this way, we seek to encourage merit and labour, as well as civilised manners among newly integrated peoples, as well as our own, the Athalmar. It is known that the Galactic East was once the bedrock of conflict and barbarism. As such, our system came to dictate everything from civil rights down to the very water one could use in one's bath. It is important to the Athalmar that discipline and progress can be achieved, hand in hand." - *He foresaw that further emboldement in such an explanation may allienate the utopian system present within Eldurasi society. But an Athalmar always strived to export their beliefs into the minds of others they deemed disfunctional, and thus, even with the respect he held for the King, he continued. For indeed, theirs was decadent and ours emerging* - "This is how we evaluate everyone's worth and better decide their purpose in the Empire and the Galaxy as a whole. Some, who are criminal or too simple minded, must earn their place in society: toiling in deep mines and ploughing fertile fields, with no right to much personal property or freedom of movement. After months or years of service, the Empire rewards them with infrastructure, representation, further social mobility, access to the trade markets, among many other emnities. To banish wastefulness is our intent, and the system works with tremendous efficacy. All retain their culture, language and beliefs, yet all changed from squabbling neighbours to functional citizens. Where once the Cavanati pillaged the Kasur, now they both stand side by side in the foundries, fields, military and politics." - *he continues to espouse, as both continue to walk down the hallways of the Council, passing by the many abandoned rooms. But Malacos would not pay them any mind when speaking of the Athalmar's system, and its subsequent military victories. The moribund halls, in time, would only grown in number. They were the mark of failure, and in his surroundings there was two successes, in his eyes. -* "As for the Council's stance, I must emphasise that it too must accommodate each nation's right. Much like how we are not allowed to use force of arms and exsanguinate our way through diplomacy, neither should the Haldros be allowed to harry us so, at no consequence. It is most thankful to hear that the prosperity of the Empire and its people bring you joy, but conflict among the Council has divided opinions because of it." - *Malacos stops walking, and turns to speak to the Eldurasi eye to eye. The very mention of the Haldros bringging his aggressive brow into a vengeful glare* - "The Executive Council in Ataros has desired for tensions in the Grounds to cease, but does not allow any challenge to go unanswered. Athalor Rhalus has asked of me, many times, to assert our stance within the Galaxy and to not be bent by the will of Havolla Gath's idyll. High Command has requested numerous times for the mobilisation of reserves, though these have been denied." - *he takes a pause, deciding among his thoughts if he should place confidence on the wise King. Despite his pride, Malacos views Lorestaer as a potential weight to disperse the deadlock in the debates* - "Many in Ataros, much like in Havolla Gath, desire *war*. Cooler heads, however, have prevailed. Many within the Galactic Council have declared neutrality, but remarkably, its most important cornerstone has not established a side - the Eldurasi. I beseech you now, great king, to answer me this: why does Eldarus side with the Haldros? They are a decaying coffin of a bygone age, and the simplest declaration of neutrality or opposition against them would ensure peace. They have already backed down today. They have shown their weakness and foolhardiness. Why does Eldarus wait?" - *he says, not out of malice, but of anticipation and intrigue. Malacos showcases a strong need for an acceptable answer.*

"Fair Malacos, Eldarus waits for it has yet to decide on its axis. The Haldros came to the council at My request, as we wanted the other "great ones" in the Council, rather than remain isolated in the Karst. However, there boldness in the debates were... not the expected result. And in a ironic turn of events it had escalated everything." - *Malacos perceives regret within his fair eyes. The King's skin around his mouth regresses and his eyes close. It is true that, in times of uncertainty, dastric measures must be taken. But Malacos did not see it as a mistake, but a proof of Eldarus' many flaws. Regret was the mark of their people's rusted ideals, and they would hide this behind a memory of a golden past -* "That has become a great shame, for I had thought their knowledge of engendering would have sent forth an ambassador with the right precision." - *He resumes his march, and Malacos accompanies him.* *As the duo passes the abandoned offices, the Elder king sighs. Malacos looks, attentively. It seems one of the janitors had forgotten to clean up the room, as gray dust flew by as they walked. Malacos' brow raised in slight surprise. He tried to analyze the room with haste, tho he could spot nothing more than decrepit furniture. But Lorestaer saw something else. Malacos felt a spark of envy arise in him, for he could see his focused glare penetrate the room's many constituents and decypher meaning from them. Malacos wanted that view, whatever it was -* "Just as the High Command of Ataros, the Sentinels of Eldarus have grown weary of the rapid pace of your Empire's growth, but as well as the active provocation of the Haldros. As you see, Eldarus, as the third of the "great nations", must walk the fine line between conflicts. Ever the mediator we are, and though Thalmar stated that this has been the most difficult of debates he has delt with in the council... in reality I have seen such conflicts and tension before. An uncountable times. I am old, Malacos. I may not look it, but I have seen so much devastation throughout my years. This is why I do not value one life more than any other. Though it would be a horror to some, if I had a choice to end all conflict at the cost of my own life, then I would gladly do so." - *As they continue down his pace decreases as he looks out over the whole of the council. Malacos envy had been quenched, and replaced with disgust, tho he hid it very well. It was not an assertive gaze that sought to decypher knowledge out of an old and ruined room. It was pity. Malacos, however, refocused his mind and cordially responded:*

"Rulership is never a certain affair. I disagree with the Haldros' invitation, but I would never ask your people to stand down or your government to cease its worries at the sight of a growing galactic power. It is not a certain affair, but it is why the Council exists. To ease the tension of war. A war that not even the Athalmar would benefit from, as martial as we may be, or as despotic as the Haldros would claim" - *Malacos stops by the room that is not cleaned, but ignores it thoroughly. The Belarians died long ago fighting a Host of warmongering tribes from the East. Tribes that the Athalmar had displaced and attempted to exterminate, due to their barbarism. The Belarian Kingdom, Malacos perceived as weak. A monarchical system deranged by time and unable to curb the weak warrior-host the Athalmar had nearly wiped out, but years prior* - "The conflicts of the past, your majesty, have led up to this moment, but it is up to those with power and wisdom to shape the future. One cannot traverse the halls of progress without conflict, for, even in light, hounds may stalk in shadow. It was conflict that brought power to the Athalmar, and so too was conflict that established your station and realm in power. Power that we may use to ensure the future, not corrupt it. I ask you to not be so eager to hand away your life for the sake of peace. For even in the bloodiest of slaughters or harrowing apocalypse, both Eldurasi and anyone else of repute understand the value the Saricsinahl and the universe have placed on your person. Many die, so you may help many more to live. There is power in a King's position, and in the people that follow him. One should never be afraid to wield it." - *he says, with clarity and strong intent, though with the coldness expected from most Athalmar, as well as the accompanying exaltation of pride.*

"Ah Malacos you speak with such vigor and boldness, as it is with the young. Once you reach your first millennium, you might just find your view to change a bit. Let me tell you, dispute the irony of it coming from myself, but life is so short. Many people simply do not get to live a life of their desires. Most tend to be robbed of their chance by those you would classify as rabble or barbarians. This then tends to cause more and more successive problems. It is that cycle that I have broken on Eldarus. I do not blame people for their past, only their present and future. For if you remove the cause for their 'barbarity' then you have a person, just like anyone else. I mention this not to insult, but show a difference within our mindsets for peoples. But do you know how I came to this conclusion Malacos?" - *he pauses, looking at Malacos with expectation -* "I am curious to see what you come with."

*Malacos' eyes narrow, but then one lift its brow. He presents a collection of feelings, both intrigued and suspicion* - "How, pray tell, did you come to this conclusion?"

"Good Malacos, I came to my idealistic message based off the ages. In the past I too was young and bold. Back then despite what is commonly said about me, being chosen by the Gods, and running into everything with wisdom in hand..." - *looking over the council, and onto the young and old age in the art, sighing in relief and peace, he continues* - "In truth I started off in poverty. Yes, on Eldarus it wasn't perfect back then. I was born in the outskirts of a great city that still stands to this day. If there I was anything, I was born with. It was curiosity. I would delve into my classes, as I worked at home. I had no siblings, however even the mighty have their progenitors, and I was young and capable. But as the years drove on, I found more and more interesting subjects, I simply couldn't stop myself. I gathered so much knowledge, I would advance beyond my peers, and at the young age of 100, I was brought before the council of Paragons and Elders that guided the city. In fact I was brought before them 3 times in the same year. While I had gathered a reputation of being intelligent, truthfully I hadn't engaged in society much, and I was overwhelmed. A 100 year old coming before venerable ancients of the millennium and paragons of crafts... But upon the third meeting I gotten over the feeling, and accepted the Paragons, who then took me under their wing. With the meeting I began my road towards leadership. Down this road I would spend a great amount of time, learning the paths and experiencing life from high society. However, even back then I had always held a strong memory. And so when I looked around Eldarus, I noticed that conflict, even if far different then what you are used to. But exist it still did. The wise already had the first step started, a council of paragons would meet before any conflict would truly spark. I took this to the next level, garnering support from elders, paragons and the common alike, to bring, ever so slowly, all the paragons to one city above all else. A new city built in honour of our star: Elva Arta. Here everyone was brought, and discussed their issues, for a whole century. By the end I had done what the paragons didn't think possible. I had unified the clans through peace and discussion. All the paragons and elders who joined us would bring news back and forth from the clans, creating traffic and movement. To the point that the common Eldurasi had felt at home even in the homes of the others. Eldarus was finally, truly at peace, and all it took was people to think and discuss their problems with one another. By the end of this endeavour, due to my achievement and ever growing wealth of knowledge, I earned my moniker of 'The Eldar' or the wise." - *his face was motioned upwards, with a nostalgic smile crossing his face* - "All of that was in the ancient past, as we advanced throughout the ages, the Eldurasi eventually mastered space flight. With this began our exploration of the galaxy, and first steps to colonization around Eldarus, though we would not dare to live so far of our radiant star for too long. As we explored, we would find a great many species all upon their own worlds. We would watch and learn. At times I would personally join in these exploration missions, my curiosity never truly went away. But, what I found on many of these worlds was the same problem. Their was always, no matter the age of the civilization, a sect of barbaric peoples despoiling others. Preventing the greater whole from living in prosperity and advancement. It was from these explorations and discoveries that I began to create my mission. A mission to save the peoples of the galaxy, no matter how long it took. As such we began to workout the best process to aid and enlighten the peoples around us. Many would join Eldarus itself, whereas others would remain independent and would coexist with us. With sufficient amount of time they too prospered the way Eldarus did. It was not easy and took large amounts of time and resources, but we were successful." - *his memories of happiness and of simpler time were thwarted away when is head bent downwards once more, spotting Malacos in the corner of his eye. Malacos witnessed his own presence relieve the romantic king of his memory. Malacos' reputation contributed greatly to other's opinions, and even the great king of Eldarus was not immune to his magnetism. His influence or his power. Malacos was silent, but in his analyses, he began to see Weakness* - "However, not everything went according to the plan. During all of this, we came into conflict with the Daethalon League. This league saw what we were doing, and felt threatened. In response, they attacked many of our explorers, and early traders. Even going as far as to raid some of our colonies. Thousands of our people died, all due to League's leaders not containing their paranoia and envy. From this attack, a host of Paragons and mighty warriors gathered together with our greatest builders and scientists and created the beginnings of our naval might. With great sacrifice they held back the League, till we were finally able to drive them off. Such a bloody war it was. In the aftermath the great architect Amatthor would design the bulwark of Eldarus: our great many star citadels that guard the slim passages into our space." - *Malacos knew the bulwark not as such, but rather as what High Command referred to as* The Impass. *What effectively amounted to several battlegroups worth of fortifications, defending their homeworld and star, along with its people, who were too scared to leave their own homeworld and their comfort. Lorestaer would speak of paranoia and greed, as if it were a trait that only others, not Eldurasi, could attain. So said the king of caged star and a supremacist people, who had for so long failed to see their own hypocrisy - "*The descendants of our mighty paragons would go on to form the Sentinels. From our new found safety, the Sentinels fought the Daethalon League, and after many more years of war, true peace would be made. The league disbanded itself, and some of its people would regress. Even after all the sacrifice from the war itself, by then the Sentinels saw what was happening to our foe, and pleaded to the courts to step in and save them from their own collapse. After some swift debates, we set aside our early differences and aided them. In response, the remnants of the League joined Eldarus, and prosper with us to this day. But from this war, my resolve to save the galaxy from war, conflict, and from suffering was strengthened. So, Eldarus set out to build the galactic council, the first organization of its kind and scale. It took thousands of years to explore enough of the galaxy, and to convince it's peoples to join. But in the end it was done. When we set out to complete this monumental task, I felt as if I had finally found my true purpose and role in the Galaxy. Set forth by the ancient Saricsinahl." - *sighing and resting a bit after this long explanation, seen as some dazed venting by his companion, lead him to finish with his eyes set on Malacos -* "This is how I came to my conclusion. Through time and effort, from across countless ages. While it is not perfect, I have tried over the years a great many solutions, but this was my largest and greatest experiment. One that has lasted over six thousand years, older than the entire history of Ataros." - *Malacos' eyes narrow* - "I understand that you might disagree with some of my methods, but I am confident you understand the scale of what has been achieved here."

"The scale of your achievements was never put into question, but your intentions now will be." - *Malacos breaks the cordiality between the two. Now challenging the Elder King with an aggressive tone and narrowed eyes, Malacos asks* - "How can it be possible that after such a life experience, one such as yourself would still value *pacifism*? For it is not the same as wanting peace. This belief that war and violence are unjustifiable have only allowed for suffering to endure and for those who wield war to use it indiscriminately. Such was with the Daethalon League's challenge, the attitudes of the Solicistanian Powers and the overstep of the Haldros. All traverse around your realm, knowing in full that you will use words and embargoes, instead of arms and force. Monsters do not fear words, they fear consequences, violence and other monsters. Your bias was confirmed in your homeworld. A single statistic that you allowed to secure your mind, before any other could heave it away. Convictions are more dangerous foes of truth than lies, and pacifism has made your people *vulnerable* and a danger to its very own worth. How can you justify yourselves in such ideals when the Xanar sit at your table? When the Nallen utilise the Galaxy as their playground? Or the Haldros, leeching your realm for profit, in a utopia that you disagree with?..." - *Malacos shifts his head left and right, in a negation motion, with both eyes closed. He then opens them, revealing some wroth, as his own people had to endure a galactic upbringing amidst suffering and war which could've been eased, were the Eldurasi not so hypocritical, in his eyes. He looks directly at Lorestaer -* "When did you, *Eldurasi*, allow your desire for peace to degenerate into an undying indolence? Are your ideals so deeply rooted in your mind, culture and gods, that you've become deaf to the withering pain of the Galaxy? Lethargic to the very notion of progress, that you allow vandals to roam the galaxy - in the eventuality that they find *goodness* in their hearts? The Council may have been your creation, but you are ill-prepared to lead it, if these are the ideals you adhere to, King." - *Malacos' gaze is one of confrontation. His height now seemingly grander than that of the Elder King. No longer does he witness a venerable and wise being, but a sheep cradled by its world's gardens and gated by its own lack of vision, blinded by the savoury tall grass that blissfully sprouts in his mind. The king turned and countered.*

"Malacos I am offended that you would suggest Eldarus has remained blind to the suffering of the wider Galaxy." - *In a slightly more refined and stern tone, yet still calm as ever -* "You forget Eldarus has provided the largest amount of relief to those suffering for eons. When disasters weakened realms and these realms could not aid their own people, we assisted with no doubts in our minds. When piracy plundered commerce and nations were weakened by conflict, the Sentinels were sent forth to save those who needed them. When slavering despots expanded their ways, it was the Eldurasi who eased their suffering and spent countless years and resources into freeing anyone from bondage. Eldarus became the horizon of the north, not through ideals alone, but through actions. Eldarus acts to mediate conflicts and end them before they begin. Eldarus has never been idle. If sons and daughters had need of us and we failed to assuage their pains, then blame not Eldarus. Blame those who stole our attention, and the attention of the wider community. The Cunning had required so much effort to halt his devastation, that the Sentinels had to remain in the west for decades. It is in that time, when Eldarus was needed in the west, that conflict sparked in the east. The ideals you mock have saved billions from direct suffering and freeing billions more from the horrors of war." - *his chin was raised, though not only to meet Malacos' gaze -* "Malacos, I would have you remember quite clearly, do not mistake my kindness, my benevolence, for weakness. I am aware of more than you realize, an Eldurasi is far more perceptive than you give us credit for." - *Malacos, his fist now closed in anger and his eyes now brimming with accusative spark, remains unimpressed and vocal*.

"Your actions do not yet leave the den of inadequacy, for your people and military merely treat the symptom of evil, and never its root, thus allowing it to return and symbiotically coexist with Eldarus, its victims and other monsters, in an unending cycle. You may have stopped many a conflict, but few enemies have you truly defeated, and much suffering have you prolonged, outweighing the amount you'd cause from a bellicose policy. You unwittingly sacrifice tens of billions to the bondage and crimes of barbaric despots, only so a few billion others may live plentiful, peace driven lives - and call thus a victory." - *Malacos waves his hands and head energetically throughout these accusations, adding visual displeasure to his harsh words* - "I do not perceive your kindness or benevolence as a weakness, but rather your lack of decisiveness, boldness and foresight. I do not view you as inferior, Eldurasi, but your ideals are clearly languished." - *Lorestaer viewed his outburst with hidden shock. The Athalmar were, after all, only known to unveil emotion at the most intimate of times, be that on the battlefield or elsewhere. Lorestaer could sense words driven from a desire of violence, Malacos would note, and the king adapted his words accordingly to his ideal of pacifism.*

"Malacos what you say is cruel and unwarranted. Just as your suggestion is impractical. What you suggest would mean we would need to directly combat every ill, we see across the galaxy. Even if we focused on just one matter, what we would find is not success but a growing coalition. Achieving our goals through peace, time, and aid has spread the prosperity we enjoy across the whole of the north, and helped restore the Core in the absence of the Garinisan League. But going down the path you suggest would create just as many problems as before hand. Instead of barbarians and criminals, we would fight the resentful and fearful, those who would ally one another to preserve their independence, autonomy and way of life. Such a coalition would be the downfall of any empire, no matter how powerful. Surely the Athalmar can see this, or are you blind from glory, and dominance." - *after voicing such concerns Lorestaer looks to the council. Malacos makes ready his next damning arguments, when a voice from a speaker is sent out across the whole of the Council*.

*"Greetings to all Diplomats, Representatives and Ambassadors of the Galactic Council. After much debate and consideration it has been decided that the recess from the council halls shall be expanded 'till tomorrow. Please do enjoy this time, and prepare yourselves for when we readjourn first thing tomorrow."*

"Well Malacos, it seems we have more than enough time to continue this conversation. With additional time for you to finish your work without having to go straight back to the wider debates." - *perhaps this was initially intended as an act of kindness towards Malacos. Influencing his view of the benevolent king by allowing fair time for rest and to fill his reports, or even to prolong this conversation. But Malacos' mind kept racing. Tracing every inch of hypocrisy he could find.*

"Ironically, you show yourself perfectly capable of manipulating the fabric of the Grounds to meet your own ends. You persist in allowing the core of your philosophy to rotten your arguments. The fearful and resentful already fear themselves and everyone else. Your gentle hand has allowed for a systematic reproduction of uncertainty among the nations and peoples of the Galaxy. Many fearful look up to you to bring peace and understanding, but only see a distant, aristocratic people, mouldering in their own success and that of their local *pets*. The resentful utilise your pacifism to wage war or reach barbaric compromises, all in the knowledge that your goal is peace and not their immediate end. And their way of life... Autonomy and independence..." - *Malacos closes his eyes and leans his head forward, as if fatigued of reiterating what he perceives as simple and direct points* - "The needs of these peoples are varied. Assuming that any of those three is their primary concern is naïve. Your ideology seeks to tolerate them, even if they are flawed. Glory and Dominance have never blinded the Athalmar to what constitutes as malice or good. Our victories across the stars have layed tyrants low and annihilated animals who's crimes had gone unanswered under the Eldurasi's watch. We rebuilt worlds, communities and cultures, whilst unifying and using them to spread this progress elsewhere. Half of the galaxy comes to adopt the Athalmar system, for they see its merits and the fill it brings to the vacums left by waning nations or deceased states of old. The people are what makes the Empire, and the Athalmar shall spearhead this front. 'Unrelenting' are our words, and we do not fear neither warmongers or peacemakers." - *says Malacos firmly, boldly threatening the Elder King.*

"Then, Malacos, why is it that, the Athalmar Empire, the people who so willingly joined its system are never represented. Why do the Athalmar never endure this biproduct? Where are the willing souls that strive along side you, or is your system just a curtain to surround your ambitions? Just another system built to justify cruelty, oppression, all in the name of *progress*. Show me Malacos the fruits of their labor in the Empire of Ataros' shadow." - *firmly meeting Malacos' eyes and matching his malicious sight with calm determination -* "And dare not to compare your system to my own, for you will claim that you only see Eldurasi, but in all levels of society we welcome all to positions. In the High Council on Eldarus, we have skilled representatives of all races, cultures, and religions. Telling us of the problems people face, and aid in the betterment of everyone. Together. But never have I heard of anyone but an Athalmar serving in the highest echelons of your society and government, save for a few brilliant individuals. Where art those you have lifted?" - *Lorestaer took a gentle step back, turned one of his cheeks and raised an eyebrow at Malacos, tempting a response without balance.*

"I dare indeed to compare. Your nation emulates representation, but does not act upon it. The Elder King holds absolute power by the very law of his own country. A law that no one else within its system of governance of people may object. Thine hypocrisy even dares to claim that in *all* levels of society you welcome *all* to positions of power." - *Malacos raised his chin and narrowed his eyes, striking a glaring, supremacist gaze at Lorestaer* - "Dare not speak of the Athalmar system, for all positions of government are not restricted by race, birth or culture, simply by merit. Whilst your position is held because some failing precursor told your people so, and extended this notion to everyone else as a matter of religion and belief, not of pragmatism or ideology. Dwelling in the same traditions that have choked your people for countless millennia, so too have other species beneath your government been influenced by such rotten ideals. Your representation only occurs at the whim of Eldurasi bureaucrats, whilst claiming that all possess a voice, even though your system provides them no such privilege. You dare to mock the words of Athalmar Athalor, but unlike your moribund self, we do not shy away from blood and war to uphold the rights of those we have *lifted*. We unveil our might and productivity as one unified Empire. A multi-ethnic nation of countless beliefs, with a system that allows them to have a voice, instead of one pretending that they have one. Even the unwilling and beaten stride along side Athalmar with full confidence. Humans, Ranthans, Asmedalans, Utharians, Pthumars, Rethulians, Iridons, Cavanati, Kasur, Mainarons and all others under our nation fight alongside us in the battlefield. Vote in the same buildings as us. Are educated alongside us and live with us. Such is their ascendency within the Empire that you have failed to perceive them among other Athalmar." - *Malacos takes a pause to breath in* - "You mistake our efficacy for cruelty. Why wouldn't you, when all that an Eldurasi sees in progress is the failure to idolise the same outdated beliefs as their equally indolent forebears? You view us as cruel and oppressive, for you have only muddled yourselves in weakness and vanity, without due consciousness to oppose your very own failures." - *Malacos was driven and his words had stung the elder king. There was pride in him, Malacos could see that. Pride, devotion and belief. All put to the test in a single blow. A blow Lorestaer attempted to match.*

"And you, Malacos, just see enemies in every corner. You have built your mind, from the beginning, in a cauldron of violence. All your people care for is progress, which, in itself, is admirable. But in your unrelenting nature you fool yourself to the desires of any who do not share in your prowess. Ataros froze long ago and it had hardened your people to strive for survival and surpass nature itself. In this endeavour you looked to the stars and saw rivals and threats to your peace. With it you sealed your hearts to the woes of others, subjugating all you came across. To bring them into your system of merit when only an Athalmar can truly rise in the ranks, if it didn't all ready start at the top. You claim your subjects care equally for the empire as you do, yet never do I hear of anyone claiming such a thing. The wellbeing of peoples is of great concern for me, yet, from you, all I see is a blind need for control. In your power and eminence, you influence the galaxy to favour your realm in matters both political and economical, causing other businesses and prospects to decline and collapse in comparison, leading the very dependence to your economy that you so value in the Compact. An alliance in all but reality. It is but a network of subjects. With all this in mind, you wonder why the Haldros combat you, even when unskilled at it in comparison. It is simple: the galaxy has grown to view war with *horror*. Nothing good has come from it in hundreds, if not thousands, of years. Yet you have the gall to claim the Athalmar's conquest of the East as served the people who lived there greatly. In truth, you are a heartless creature who I had thought had more care for others, despite warnings from a great many people whom have my trust. I still had belief that no creature could have no heart. The ability to feel emotions. To truly understand those around them. But no. *Your frozen world has frozen all your hearts, though it thawed out long ago*." - *With this Lorestaer turns away from Malacos and begins to leave, in clear shame and personal defeat, leaving behind one final remark -* "Even with our parting, I still wish to you a fine evening, with enough time to complete your work, and to rest. For tonight you had proven Galather right, but tomorrow your battle will have begun."

"So it shall." - *said Malacos with a subtle wroth amidst his voice* - "Perhaps, not long from now, Ataros will assist in your ascension as well. One so swift, that all of Eldarus will be swept off, *and even its King's feet will cease to feel its holy grounds*."

*With the that threat, the two part ways. Both not fully knowing of what the next few days would bring to the galaxy, and the many next years to each other.*

Author's ending note:

*And as such, came the conclusion of one of the most important secret meetings in Galactic history. In short order, the two nations would come into conflict, sparking the war of* The Scourge*, a few days later, lasting for 14 years of bloodshed and desolation.*

*At the cusp and end of the conflict, when Eldarus was being invaded by Athalmar forces, Lorestaer brings a tightly tied noose of fine fabric to Malacos, as the venerable Eldurasi thought of his life as forfeit, as per Malacos' threats of that fateful meeting.*

*Malacos, however, as the sadistic psychopath that now ruled the Athalmar Empire, preserved the life of the Elder King, but maintained his promise: Lorestaer's feet would indeed cease to feel Eldarus' holy Grounds. Not because he was hanged, but rather, because Eldarus ceased to be holy. Not after being occupied. Not after loosing 10 billion of its people. Not after having the figurehead of its religion be placed under house arrest. It was when the Athalmar had won, and Eldarus was desecrated, in defeat. When the goals it had devoted itself to were shattered in the fires of war and loss.*

*The ruthless sadism and unrelenting energy of Malacos may have earned him the first laugh, but, in time, the last would belong to Lorestaer.* ***And Lorestaer alone***.

Co-Created by: Friendly Doctor & LordVictini

Written by: Friendly Doctor