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Brôk was in doubt between two candidates, thinking of his duties and his rights as a citizen. He eventually wrote down Thromdrick, having found no reason to vote for candidates he did not know.

Few warriors could ever best Alistair the Red. Even still, Alistair had laughed with joy upon the realization that Azdromoth would offer the Keeper such a deal. To bring the Azdrazi and their Prophet Sordran so that they may at least bring this war to an end. In the many centuries, since Alistair awoke in Tor Azdraeth to the face of his creator who had brought him back from stone, the Dragonkin had never experienced a Paladin with such nobility. The first of his pupils he had transformed had been Paladins, such as Gwyn, Suldaeroth, and Azaerya, and this left him with lofty ambitions in his heart. To Alistair, no Paladin was above transformation, and their righteous cause could be swayed to something less perilous and more sophisticated - the preservation of the Draconic Species, and their undertaking of reclaiming the world for their forebears. Just earlier that day, he recalled besting some female warrior, one that he could not remember. She had said he had bested her once. The aged Dragonkin had kicked her down a hill and told her she was a fool for attempting to beat him. He was a thousand years old; the Dragonkin could assume shapes nigh inconceivable for most Descendants to best in combat, and he wielded the legendary sword Blackstar. In his arrogance, Alistair saw himself as an agent of divine providence, the true epicenter of his universe where he was simultaneously the best and worst person for the job. Yet, his ego was shattered when the Keeper declined the deal. This had not happened before. How many times had Alistair himself been able to reason with Paladins with his silver tongue? His pride was wounded but it could not be said that the Nephilim did not respect the decision. It is better to stick to one's principles more than anything else. Just as he and his sword Blackstar would probably never stray from siding with his divine creator, Alistair could commend somebody's strict principles without hatred or remorse. He foresaw that conditions might escalate for the worse. Alistair shifted not long after that into his most powerful form, a bestial and scaled creature of immense size and prowess. Yet, he looked on as that brilliant flash of light had turned the Keeper into a Host of Xan. He roared and gnashed his teeth and moved to attempt to save his erstwhile companions from being damaged in the furious onslaught. The Mists of Xan permeated his enormous torso as a bolt of energy sent the massive creature flying into the pit in the pit. Agonizingly, the Mists of Xan seared his scales with what felt like the worst taint he had ever known. Though he had never been cursed by a Necromancer before, this painful sensation that Alistair could imagine drove other Dragonkin insane. This challenge interested him, however. At last, a formidable foe, and Azdromoth had hoarded the man all to himself. It filled him with incandescent wroth as he attempted to clamber up and get a piece of the fighting. To soothe his wounded ego and placate his self-worth. Alas, he watched on from his serpentine eyes as the Keeper died not too long thereafter, his head rolling off of his shoulders with a sundering cleave of Azdromoth's magnanimous weapon. Contempt and venom filled his heart in that moment as he was robbed of a valuable conquest. There could be no more honor found for him here. His prior words to the fallen Paladin echoed again like distant beats in his heart as it thrummed with molten Inner Flame - the molten Draconic ichor that sustained him, pulsating through his body and keeping him from perishing. "Die well."

Upon an altar knelt Father Montfort, praying for his dead comrade's soul.

Amidst the clatter of metal from The Rhun's forge and the constant murmur of commerce, Dor'Nal Hammerfist, a burly dwarf with a penchant for ale, was shouldering an unusual task for such an unassuming figure. Even in his inebriated state, he was determined to pin up a vibrant piece of propaganda on the central notice board—a grand slab of polished stone that served as Urguan's gathering spot for news and gossip. Clutching a rolled parchment that boldly promoted the strength and superiority of another's candidate, Dor'Nal squinted at the dramatic letters, trying to focus. With a hearty laugh and a slightly unsteady hand, he thudded the poster onto the board. The nail went in crooked, but the message—boasting of an idiot of the kingdom—was clear enough. Satisfied with his haphazard handiwork, Dor'Nal stumbled back, nodding approvingly at the poster. "That'll show 'em the might of our craft!" he exclaimed, before turning back towards the tavern to celebrate his small but significant contribution.

[!] A missive can be found posted to every notice board within Urguan. The Anvil Accord: Reforging the Council A Political Reform Proposal Due to the recent upheaval of the Urguani leadership, We the Honorable Citizens of Urguan demand that the Great City’s ideals and future success be placed first and foremost in the minds of both those currently holding council positions and potential candidates for open offices during this time of change and adjustment. In our articles below, We do not call for the dissolution of the Grand Kingdom as others do as We believe in the strength of uniting the clans under a common purpose and maintaining a strong sense of clan identity even more so in these uncertain times. Instead, We encourage an honest vote for a new Grand King to lead us into the next great Urguani era. In addition, We understand that his position is emboldened by the members of his King’s Council. Therefore, We posit that the reforms described herein should be considered for the betterment of the city and its citizens. Too long has the city remained untouched by innovative ideas that would further solidify Urguan’s position in the eyes of the surrounding nations and as such, We the citizens have noticed a regretful decline in the dignity of our beloved city. Our primary goal for these amendments is to bring new life and efficiency into the Urguani government. The Council of Hammers We the Honorable Citizens of Urguan believe that the principle goal of the Council of Hammers, formerly called the King’s Council, is to help bear the burden of responsibility of the governance of the city so that its citizens may be better served by its leadership. We have observed the current council growing complacent in their positions and have not seen any demonstrable enthusiasm as of late to provide us with quality servitude. With this in mind, We have consolidated the Council of Hammers into necessary roles along with improvements to each role so that the Grand King is sufficiently supported on a day-to-day basis. For the purpose of clarity, We have also defined each position so that all citizens may have a true understanding of their representatives. Grand King – Head of all Kingdom Affairs The Grand King is elected by the Urguan citizens and heads all Council of Hammers meetings and Clansmoots. He represents the best interests of the Dwarves and adheres to Dwarven laws and traditions. Though he sincerely considers the advice of his Council of Hammers, he is the final arbiter of justice in matters of law. Grand Steward – Head of City Stewards The Grand Steward and his appointed assistants oversee the day-to-day operations of Urguan. They diligently collect the city’s taxes, ensure adequate housing is provided for their citizens, and bring forth any city planning issues before the Grand King. They also keep account of the realm’s stores and finances, making sure there are sufficient supplies at all times. The Grand Steward represents the rest of the stewards during Council of Hammers meetings. Grand Ambassador – Head of Diplomatic Affairs A friend of all nations, the Grand Ambassador leads his emissaries in diplomatic missions across the land. They speak with other nations on behalf of Urguan and bring back critical information to aid the kingdom in political affairs. During Council of Hammers meetings, the Grand Ambassador advises the Grand King on trade potential, war, alliances, and other diplomatic topics by presenting the information gathered by his emissaries. Grand Marshall – Head of Military Affairs Protector of both the Grand King and the city of Urguan, the Grand Marshall’s day-to-day duties include training of the Dwarven Legion and keeping the peace. He also assigns guards to emissaries during their journeys outside of Urguan. At Council of Hammers meetings, the Grand Marshall advises the Grand King on matters of strategy and defense. High Prophet – Head of Religious Affairs ­A leading official in all things related to the gods, the High Prophet leads the clergy in providing the city with godly insights from the Brathmordakin. He makes himself available to teach the creeds of the gods to anyone who wishes to learn. The High Prophet advises the Grand King during Council of Hammers meetings on doctrine and relics. Iron Baron – Head of Social Activities/Tavernmaster A Dwarf with a penchant for organizing, the Iron Baron and any appointed assistants aid the Grand King with hosting various social events throughout the year. He plans and organizes tournaments, feasts, clansmoots, and other official events, making sure all supplies are accounted for and prizes are doled out. The Iron Baron also ensures all citizens are notified of events. In addition, he oversees the smooth running of Urguan’s tavern. During Council of Hammers meetings, he keeps the Grand King updated on the realm’s goings-on and associated costs. Yemekar’s Pick - Head of the Workforce/Guilds Yemekar’s Pick organizes the realm’s guilds and manages resources throughout Urguan. He and his assistants are responsible for initiating new citizens into the Workforce and maintaining the mines. Yemekar’s Pick also heads the Workforce’s benefits program, ensuring citizens are well-compensated for their honorable work. At Council of Hammers meetings, he represents the workers and brings forth any concerns before the Grand King. Additional Officials & Appointed Positions Grand Regent - Elected by Clan Fathers when a Grand King has not been appointed, the Grand Regent takes on the duties of the Grand King for a short period until a new Grand King can be elected. Stewards - These assistants to the Grand Stewards help oversee realm affairs, including tax collection. Emissaries - Appointed by the Grand Ambassador, emissaries are typically assigned specific regions to visit and gather intel. Hammer Scribe - Appointed by the Council of Hammers, the Hammer Scribe keeps records of all Council of Hammers meetings and Clansmoots. In addition, the Hammer Scribe also received reports from the Head Librarian to ensure realm records are kept organized and safe. Head Librarian - The Head Librarian oversees the Urguani Library and provides the citizens with unfettered access to the realm’s literature. They accept book donations and manage the vast library shelves. Head Reckoner - Holder of the Book of Grudges, the Head Reckoner ensures that all citizens adhere to Dwarven law and acts as a judge in criminal disputes. He also oversees the training and reporting of other reckoners. Clansmoots During this tumultuous time, We the Honorable Citizens of Urguan know that now is the time to strengthen our clan bonds, not shy away from them. We believe that it is the lack of solid and unifying clan identities that has led us astray from our aspirations as Dwarves. Brother fights against brother and the weakened clans have contributed to a weakened Urguan. Our wish is to see a revival of each clan’s purpose and re-found respect for Clan Fathers. Dwarven Legion With the increase of criminal acts around the city and the absence of a robust city guard, We the Honorable Citizens of Urguan seek the re-institution of the Dwarven Legion so that We may once again feel at peace within our stone walls. Our gates have stood unmanned and agape for any ne’er-do-well to sneak through, any provoker to stride through, and any army to storm through. We demand the government leadership call upon able-bodied Dwarves to join the Legion and train them so that they may be ready at a moment’s notice to repel those who wish ill on Urguan and its citizens. The Anvil Accord is put forth by Honorable Urguani citizens and the reforms summarized within this document are supported by Thurgrim Silverbraid.

A letter would sent promptly to the mage "Enrollment in our Academy is the fastest way to find a teacher; it is a structured system, and our Circle of Creation facilitates the arts you profess to pursue. Our Magical Academy does require a series of studies to be completed before one can be fully embraced as a student. However, you will ultimately find it to be rewarding, a vast improvement to your magical education, and not cheaply earned. You may enroll in studies directly at Academy itself, where you may receive your tome of knowledge. " Official Correspondence from the Academy of Hohkmat

"A step forward, certainly." said the both infamous and beloved Marc Galbraith, Interim Headmaster of the Society of the Ex. Horen, upon hearing of the Edict "I look forward to seeing who shall run for the Balianese Senate!"

Theodore reads over the lengthy missive with a smile. "I'm glad to know that the passion she displayed at the Garmont Assembly was not just a tick of nervousness. She may just bring honor back to the seat she runs for." he says as he folds the missive in half. He chuckles to himself. "I'm certainly glad I won't have to face her in the polls."

A great quickening took hold of JENNÉT OF TEPÉS. With hands nearly as certain as her keenness to greet the young hunchback, she sent word and notice of a request surely met!

XIX On this day of THE 8TH OF SUN’S SMILE, IN THE YEAR 178 OF THE SECOND AGE, Camulos Ersutu swore the Oath of Tar-Númenatâr, in witness of Prince Aranuir Caranethion and the gathered populace of Fair Númenost. He took the name Goldaer Brúnor. XX On this day of THE 11TH OF SUN’S SMILE, IN THE YEAR 178 OF THE SECOND AGE, Raug swore the Oath of Tar-Númenatâr, in witness of Prince Aranuir Caranethion and the gathered populace of Fair Númenost. He took the name Ruthron.

Namora's Journal Book for Journaling Day 1! :D ~~~ I’ve decided to go to the jungle, taking everything that I’d need: some protective gear, various tools, and some food to snack on! I had gone south to the more warmer climates like near Amanthine’s ocean. It’s not often I go around here often and I really should come by more, it's like there’s so much more colors here than back home. And the fruit- the fruit is SO GOOD! But back to what had brought me here in the first place, finding an imbalance and restoring it to where it should be! It was a bit of walking and a bit of riding, and it was getting a little warm so I had decided to stop by the sea and go for a swim. I told Dusty to watch our things as I left them by some shrubbery with my beloved cloak. And- A wonderful job Dusty did! Nothings gone, so all is well. To the important part, perhaps it was just a calling to me, and here it was! As I was below the cool waves, I was excited to see some of the colorful reefs, but I'd be surprised to find it quite duller than I had thought. There’d be a lot of algae just spreading across the rocks and coral, and the schools and families of fish were somewhat lacking than I had imagined as some lionfish swam about. My observations were made between breaths of air, maybe Dusty and I will go look around another section. I wonder how Renny, Eyla, and Maln are doing. Hopefully the soup doesn't all disappear, I still want a bowl. Day 4! ~~~ Dusty and I ended up going to multiple different sections of the ocean around the area, and each one had a varying amount of difference in sea creatures that’d go about and reef health. Something was wrong, clearly, I just had to figure out what was the cause of the slow and deterioration of the reefs and sea life. I think I'll have to spend some time at each one and travel between them all to monitor different spaces of ocean to really spot the difference, so I had chosen the four vastly different of each other, the most healthy compared to the more sick. Each in varying amounts of healthy and sick. I’ll continue jotting down what I find to keep my thoughts all in one place. Day 18! ~~~ As I sit here under this coconut tree, I’m going to list just the few things that are different between the reefs I’ve viewed. Biodiversity Algae growth Coral health Lionfish? The more biodiverse the reef was, it was much more apparent how much healthier it was in comparison to the ones with less fauna. More creatures meant more control over algae and that meant the coral’s health could be maintained. Though, the last one listed, ‘lionfish’, I had noticed that the more lionfish there were the less diverse it was. Which would make sense, lionfish are predator fish after all, but it seemed here there was nothing to make the lionfish a prey? I think I’ll have to do a bit more watching before I conclude the cause of the reef decay is lionfish. I think this is enough writing for one night, under the cloak I go under again. WRITE SOON!!!! Day 24! ~~~ I have no doubt about it, it must be the lionfish causing the slow loss of life in the reef! They keep eating and have nothing to eat them, most likely due to their spines that’d hurt any that would try to put their mouths over it. While the solution could be just to kill the lionfish on sight, it’d be too much for a single person to do as well as to dispatch each and every one to make an impact. I’ll have to keep making due with what I know until a more permanent solution can be found. I want some fruit. I wonder if that soup is still there? I should finish it if it's still there when I return eventually. Day 33! ~~~ There were no lies for how mundane this can be with the routine I have going on- but! I think I’m finding a new solution and key, the key being sharks. When I’d gone down to spear the lionfish, some curious sharks came to see what I was doing, distracted by them, I hadn't even realized the lionfish I had just hunted down was eaten by one of them until I looked towards my polearm! So I tested it again and again, and indeed the sharks could eat the lionfish, I just suppose it's a matter of getting them used to it. Either way, I might’ve found my solution that’d be good for the over population lionfish would be having. I will continue watching for any changes. Day 43! ~~~ As days pass, I think what I’ve been doing is working. The sharks are getting more confident in their own abilities to hunt lionfish without my aid, and the fish that eat the algae are slowly returning back to each reef that would be lacking in such diversity. If this continues, as I hope it to work, eventually I can step away, but for now, I think I’ll just keep watching for longer to see any of the effects. I can’t wait to tell Renny about my adventures here, I’m sure he’d like to hear of these ‘lion’ fish that don’t resemble a lion much besides its ‘mane’ like fins. Goodnight! Day 50! ~~~ Many days have passed and change is slowly happening! Can’t expect things to go along too quickly, but it’s best to see these things through. Not that I want to leave now, I’d love to see these reefs come back to its vivid and thriving life. I thought Dusty would be a bit more antsy since he goes around nearby as I do my business below the water, but I think the trips between the couple reefs we go about make up for it, it is a lot of back and forth commute, and many consecutive days at a beach just perceiving the under the sea events. A few more days Just a few more. Day 64! ~~~ It almost brings a tear to my face seeing the reefs return back to its lively self. The lionfish population would be well under control now with the sharks keeping it well at a level. I think it's about time I get going back home now, I’ll give a couple more looks around before fully leaving. A good time out, but I do miss my family, I wonder if they miss me too.

Why are we not doing this

I would love to see a /chatsettings emote color GUI similar to /status or /realms to accommodate all these incoming colors rather than having to tab through the list to see all the new colors! Super excited to finally get new emote colors! I'd love a Blue that wasn't Aqua or Dark Blue.

*Eir read the missive and pondered why the people who ran the village weren't listed on the invites but shrugged it off as they cannot attend on that saint's day anyhow*

Much needed, +1

Name: Cyril IGN: _Lord_MOJO_ Age: 41 Province: Petra Address: Solland Tower 1 Campaigning for: (Lord-Mayor or Garmont Assembly: Lord-Mayor Discord: ultradepresseddog

Celia'norian Cider and Brews Malin’s Welcome, 179 of the Second Age “ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya” ✵ TIME TABLE OF THE FESTIVAL (Saturday May 4th, 3:00 pm EST) I. OPENING CEREMONY II. INTRODUCTION OF THE FESTIVAL III. IVARIELLE’S DRINKING COMPETITION IV. PLETHORA OF STALLS The tradition of brewery making in celia’nor has long been hailed as a cherished craft of celian kind, honed by generations of celian’orians, indulged by many near and far. In both celebration, and recognition of Celia’nors local cidars and brews, the royarch has deemed it fit to host a festival in honor of the hardworking craftsmanship of those in such industry of celianor, inviting allies alike to join the land of stars in the revelry of their local agricultural craftwork! ✵ OPENING CEREMONY The festival will commence with a brief speech recanted by the royarch, recognizing the uprising popularity of local distilleries amonst celian alike, alongside the covering of local stalls, offering sips to commence such festival. The Revelries of the Cider and Brews festival finally commence, the festival grounds lined with opened stalls riddled with exciting wares, baubles, and games for festival goers to enjoy and try their luck in. ✵ IVARIELLE’S DRINKING COMPETITION As the festival comes to a close, the drinking competition commences. The winner who is able to withstand consuming copious amounts of locally sourced alcohol reigns champion! Along with the title and ego of to boast, they will also receive one of Ivarielle's specialty cider that has been preserved for such a glorious moment! ✵ PLETHORA OF STALLS Dragon's Den Brewery Prepare your taste buds for an extraordinary experience at the Celia'norian Cider and Brews Festival with the grand Dragon's Den Brewery stall! Immerse yourself in a world of unparalleled flavor as we present our handcrafted brews, each crafted with meticulous care and passion. From the bold depths of our ales to the refreshing crispness of our lagers, every sip tells a tale of craftsmanship and dedication. Join us in raising a toast to the spirit of Celia'nor, where camaraderie and celebration intertwine with the finest brews in the realm. Visit the Dragon's Den Brewery stall and let the festivities flow! Py’lrie Distillary Known for elegance and grace, the Py’lrie have dabbled within the brewery industry in previous times. Now they invite all to prepare and enlighten their taste buds at the Celia'norian Cider and Brews Festival! Each brew is elegantly crafted, immersing the taster into a realm of flavors that pack a punch! From the zesty and refreshing, citrus-based cocktails, to more traditional wines, each sip has its own tale! Additionally to having citrus-based cocktails, and wines, the Py’lrie Distillary has sips for everyone of all kinds, including hand-crafted teas and zesty lemonades! [Located right below Midlands2 warp] As we send Invitations towards the following as we humbly wish for their arrival: The People of the Principality of Celia’nor Foreign Guest/Dignitaries: Sohaer Ashwyn Sythaerin and the people of the Silver State of Healun'or Golden Lubba, Lumia Anarion of Lurin and the people of Lurin The Princes of Reinmar and their High Chief of the Reinmaren the Reinmaren people His Serene Highness, Ivan Aleksandr, Grand Prince of Kusoraev SOVRÈN MAJESTÉ, Reine Medea Amaranta Viola De Astrea, the Queen of Vikela, La Violetta Shugo of Koyo-Kuni, Legendary Sanbushi, Governor of Sakuragakure and Protector of the Farfolk and Descendants of Ai-Zho Yera Overlord of Kaethul, Okarir'san of Haelun'or Celia’norian Peerages/Nobilities: Húrin Ibarellan, the High Prince of Malinor, the Sword of Ivarielle Evarir Irelia Py’lrie and the Py’lrie Talonnii Evarir Thalon Nullivari and the Nullivari Talonnii Evarir Sylvir Cerusil and the Cerusil Talonnii Virar Amisra Akaln’riv and the Akaln’riv Talonnii Virar Thalien Wynasul and the Wynasul Talonnii Laurir Freya Anarion-Athri’onn and the Athri’onn Talonnii Laurir Ronan Acaln’sae and the Acaln’sae Talonnii Lauririi Raziel Amethil and the Amethil Talonnii ✵ AY’PUERAN; His Royal Majesty, The Prince of Fi'andria, Evarir of the North, Descendant of The Silver Phoenix, Enforcer of the Star’s Will, Prince of Celia'nor, Illthrak Ibarellan of the Principality of Celia’nor HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS Illarion Ibarellan, former Chancelor and Prince of Celia'nor Her Ladyship, Irelia Py’lrie, Laurir Kaliri of the Esteemed Royal Council; Circle of Stars; Lady of Festivities, Matriarch of the prestigious Evarir Talonnii, The Py’lrie of the Principality of Celia’nor Her Grace and Ladyship, Yeona Py’lrie, member of the prestigious Evarir Talonnii, The Py’lrie; member of Celia’norian Event Committee

"A new capital for a new nation! Ave Heartlandia!" Emilio exclaimed, rubbing his hands together.

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It has been fixed! :)

The aforementioned man scratches at his head from the comfort of his own isolation, wondering when in his own chaos he had been disowned from his own Hohkmati house and re-owned into the Haeseni house that had disowned him.

IGN: TheArtem1s DISCORD: theartemis1 CATEGORY: Creative Writing NAME OF PIECE: God Tis of Thee - Balian's Second National Anthem (The art featured in the video is not mine, courtesy of @high_fire)

Wtf have I been missing, how do I get into this, need room for more rashidun Mujahideen

12th of Snow's Maiden, 179 S.A. “A thousand knives for your grave, king of lies, and no mourners for your tomb.” In the aftermath of Caladras’ liberation, there is no wine poured for the lively. There is no cool rain that washes over the rooftops in the night to coax its residents to sleep. There are no roses left blooming in the field, not even a bulb to salvage into something new. There were no hearth fires being lit or candlewicks left to burn so one might read by candlelight. In truth– there was no one left to liberate. And with no one left to liberate, there are no lively souls to pour wine for or residents for the rain to coax to sleep. There are no scholars or guards who might stop to smell the roses or take a few of the vibrant red blossoms home to their loved ones. There was no one left to tend a hearth fire or to light candles to read by the flickering light. Perhaps it was incorrect to say that nothing remained. When the life is gone, the spirit is all that remains. It clings to the shell of what once was something alive like moss clings to the headstone. It was still a surprise, however, to find that the resolute spirit of the Caladrasi Elves still lingered, ever-present now that the usurping oathbreakers had been driven from their homes. Living first as a whisper on the wind, a cool breeze on a warm night, a presence not quite there. Then an elvish voice carrying a tune in low Adunic, kissing the stonework and haunting the courtyards. The tall, armored forms that still walked their patrol routes on the borders of the forest and lingered on the gangways of the walls, the echo of a lost life reflected in pale mist. The wisping figures that still went about their daily chores. . . They were best seen at night when the moon was full and the stars were bright, their glimmering forms reflecting the lives that once stood here. Here were the Caladrasi Elves, meeting their fates with the cry of “Aurë Entuluva!” until their very last breaths. Here were the Elves of Caladras, but no more– only the spirits remain now, haunting what had once been a home.