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To my kin; the Maehr,
 

Many of you have heard the tale already, on the Final Days of Nor-velyth.
 

Though there are footnotes - suspicions - I had omitted from my initial report for they had yet to be confirmed.
These past few days, we, the Maehr of ðαᵲαð ӄɛչψαɦ have had our confirmation. 
 

Years ago, upon my return to this land, the Royal House of Thyone did ask of the Koyo-Kuni State permission to settle among them. Wishing to honour the mysterious woman who lived amongst them - Jenny - as the appointee of Primarch Acria in dealing with Maehr affairs, we sought out her permission on the Shugo's orders. 
 

She rejected our request to live among the ruins of Nor’asath, for in her own words she intended to build a marvelous palace for herself alone in the crater of the meteor that had destroyed the emptied city in the decades prior. She further spoke out against any form of Maehr reunification, claiming that she was “saving the Maehr from themselves” by doing so.
 

This led us to Celia’nor, wherein we founded ðαᵲαð ӄɛչψαɦ amongst our high elfish cousins to offer the Maehr a sanctuary. This turned out to be a blessing in disguise, as soon after Koyo-kuni was besieged by the forces of Hell. I commend the heroism of the Koyo-Kuni people in repelling such in the time since.

Many in the nation of Celia’nor will be familiar with my own comparatively minor escapades against the forces of the Red Lich. 

Reporting at the time to the two Diraarir Donnie and Galahad, I did infiltrate the forces of GASHADOKURO to expose the drow warlock Kyrus and the ibleesian orc Mizaru. 

Both of whom were later apprehended and dealt with by the combined efforts of Celia’nor, Lurin and myself. 
 

During this brief escapade into the heart of darkness I was wounded and cursed. I was strangled and burned by the demonologists, who cast me aside and left me for dead. Laying in a heap, I overheard their discussions; I bore witness to the Red Lich himself. Talking amongst themselves, I spied on the Ibleesians to discover:
 

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     That JENNY, AKA ‘Primarch Laevona’ has been corrupted by a crown bestowed by GASHADOKURO, and twisted into one of his minions.
 

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     That JENNY was essential in overthrowing the last monarch of the Maehr - Primarch Lavaelyn - and destabilising Nor-velyth with Primarch Acria.
 

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     That JENNY herself called down the meteor which destroyed Nor-velyth, as well as the previous capital city of Hanseti-Ruska.
 

In calling forth these two meteors, Jenny had torn open a gate to Hell which the Red Lich was able to widen for his army to pass through. She has since disguised her feat as having "failed to stop" the obliteration she herself willed into being.
 

By playing dead I narrowly escaped with my life, and was left to ponder what I had heard. Despite our unpleasant encounter years prior, I, like many of you, had thought Jenny to be a kindly - if chaotic - spirit. A creature of immense power but ultimately not a destructive one.

I returned to Celia'nor, gifting the heads of some Ibleesians - to this day on spikes outside their city walls - to Galahad, and told those that would listen of my other findings.

I was then contacted by Jenny herself. She, having fallen for the same deceptions as Kyrus and Mizaru, mistook me for a friend through her service to the Red Lich. Fearing the power she held, I kept silent as she confirmed what I had heard in that hellish fortress... That she was GASHADOKURO's pet. 
 

She attempted to dissuade me from reuniting the Maehr, taking it as a personal slight after she had worked so carefully to unravel our prior state. Here I finally spoke out, threatening to unmask her evil works. When presented with the sacred relic I wield -  the Eye of Velulaei, otherwise called Luara’s Whispers - she fled.

That same day myself and several other Maehr were attacked on the crossroads outside of ðαᵲαð ӄɛչψαɦ by an undead minion of Jenny, who had come to take my life on her behalf. It was defeated.

The next day an Azulyte demon came to ðαᵲαð ӄɛչψαɦ, and with the aid of many brave Maehr and the use of my relic, it too was sent scampering off in fear. Further investigation revealed this Azulyte to be an affiliate of Jenny, via GASHADOKURO.

The day after a third attack came in the form of a great ape demon, which wounded myself, as well as a number of other brave residents of our sanctuary before being slain by the brave Maehr named Agis. I now believe it too was acting on Jenny’s orders.

Finally today Jenny revisited, outraged that I had spilled her secrets to so many already. She threatened me with blackmail, that she would use my earlier deception toward the forces of GASHADOKURO to imply some sort of affiliation with the same Dark she serves.

When I refused to capitulate to her demands, and she found herself outnumbered by the many Maehr witnesses of ðαᵲαð ӄɛչψαɦ, she fled again.

Now I've no choice but to warn the world. 

Do not trust Jenny. She has proven herself time and again a servant of the unchecked Dark. Though she takes the form of a dark elvish woman, she is no true drow nor Maehr, but a witch who feigns playful innocence to disarm her opponents and obscure her destructive nature.
 

And for a thirteenth time I invoke your accursed name. Jenny, the Destroyer. A witch to whom I offer naught but these words: 
 

Though powerful you are, the Maehr spirit is stronger still. 
You claim to save us from ourselves...

But who will save you?

Here we stand.

The Ivae’fenn is the Snow Elven military. From Anthos to Almaris, it has a lengthy, centuries-long history of fighting in some of the descendant realm’s bloodiest wars and battles. Across the years, it has garnered a fearsome reputation, particularly among the Elves. Service in the Ivae’fenn is more widespread than among any other standing army. Many Snow Elves will actively serve for their entire lives, while others will engage in active service for a time, only to enter into periods as a reservist. Nonetheless, the Ivae’fenn enjoys the participation of a significant proportion of the adult population, male and female. As a result, conscription is a rare policy, reserved only for the utmost emergencies. Where once it served the Princedom of Fenn, it is now reformed to serve the Fennic Remnants.

A Guardian.

Initiates in the Ivae’fenn are subjected to rigorous training, focusing upon discipline, individual fighting, and formation fighting. It is often a brutal process - spars are fought until a combatant yields or falls unconscious, and out of pride, the former is rare. Thus, the Ivae’fenn breeds hard warriors. After their initial training, soldiers ascend to the rank of Guardian, as full-fledged soldiers of the Ivae’fenn in cloaks of blue. Even then, however, training continues. The next historical rank is the Vanguard, denoted by cloaks of green, and these soldiers represent the experienced among the enlisted. After Vanguards are the Valkyrim, a special rank denoted by cloaks of purple. Their status coveted, they serve as royal guards. Wardens, dressed in cloaks of black, are the lowest rank of officer. They are enforcers of discipline, trainers, and tacticians - often leading small formations into battle. Beyond the Wardens are historically the Sentinels, cloaked in gold. As the highest rank of officer, they serve as tacticians and strategists, leading the Ivae’fenn on and off the field. Last is the High Sentinel and Prince. Both typically wear white, though the latter may opt for purple if they are an oathed Valkyr.

In service to the Fennic Remnants, only the ranks of Initiate, Guardian, Warden, and Valkyr are opened.

From left to right: A Valkyr, a Warden, and a Guardian [[Art courtesy of JJosey]]

Taken together, when the Ivae’fenn fight, it is primarily as heavy infantry. They march and give battle in dense formations of spears and shields, supplemented by archers and heavy cavalry.

The Valkyrim

With sharpened mind and unmatched limb,

My life I pledge in battle grim.

Let prince and Wyrvun hear my hymn,

Beware - here come the Valkyrim!

A Valkyr.

To be a Valkyr is among the highest aspirations in Snow Elven society. These soldiers are carefully selected from the ranks of the Ivae’fenn on the basis of supreme discipline and martial ability. They are the best fighters of the Snow Elves. It is common for soldiers to pass up careers as an officer for an opportunity to join the ranks of the Valkyrim.

These soldiers wear cloaks of purple. Whilst standard battle-dress sees the rest of the Ivae’fenn don helms, the Valkyrim typically opt for purple veils, shielding the face beneath the eyes. This allows them better visibility. The veil, or bandana, was introduced to the Tundraks during the many interregnums of the Snow Elves, where their people were scattered to the winds. During these times, many Tundraks took up service with mercenary companies, where the bandana was prized as a symbol of martial prowess by mercenaries and bandits. Thus, it was adopted by the Valkyrim.

Together, the Valkyrim serve as royal guards. Their primary responsibility is to the prince, and thus on occasions where the prince is on the battlefield, it is only from him that they accept their orders. As the prince’s personal armed retinue, they spend much time with him, and are counted among his closest friends. Often, the prince will be a Valkyr himself, if before his ascension he has proven himself worthy of the coveted title. As a result of their reputation, the Valkyrim may also be tasked with some of the Ivae’fenn’s most difficult feats, including high value raids and flanking operations upon the battlefield.

Strategy and Tactics

Among the Ivae’fenn, most soldiers in a given battle serve as heavy infantry, fighting in dense formations of spear and shield. Behind them are positioned the archers, often in equally heavy armor, whilst heavy cavalry shield their flanks - wielding lances. The resulting structure is dense - and so on the defensive, it often holds a static formation, repositioning cavalry and reinforcements as seen fit. On the offensive, this structure sweeps across the battlefield.

Should a formation break, typically through the incurment of too many losses to hold it together, spears are replaced with personal weapons. Upon raids and in loose skirmishing, this is also often the case; a soldier of the Ivae’fenn is prepared for both formation fighting and loose, individual combat. Swords, glaives, axes, and warhammers cut through the battlefield once the space has been created for their use.

To dictate strategy, warhorns and drums are used, signalling orders throughout the ranks of the Ivae’fenn. This is often supplemented by shrill whistles, intended to intimidate the enemy. Strategically, retreat for the Snow Elves is a difficult feat, for most of their soldiers are laden down with heavy armor. Further, they are a stubborn people, and so it is often not in their will. Across many a battlefield, Snow Elven formations have held the line even as their allies have melted away. This has led to either instances of mass death, or slow, messy withdrawals as lumbering formations give ground.

The Cyanic Creed and Honorifics

        The Cyanic Creed

In din of battle, in peace of glade,

No act unjust shall sully my blade.

Against civilian and surrendered, and those low-laid,

Forevermore my hand is stayed.

The Cyanic Creed is the basis for honor among Snow Elven soldiers, and dictates a code of conduct. The Mali’fenn have very specific ideas on what the proper conduct of warfare should look like. The Cyanic Creed bars the use of magic upon the battlefield, for magic drawn from foreign deities is sacrilege, and that which is drawn from the void corrupts. Further, the creed dictates that civilians are not to be harmed, with exceptions permitted for government officials and self defense. Those who have surrendered upon the battlefield are not to be harmed either, unless previous crimes of theirs warrant punishment. Should it not prove an inconvenience, soldiers are also instructed to aid the sick, aid the wounded, and aid civilians in need. Respect is to be accorded to those who have fought well and with honor. Further, no Snow Elf is to be left undefended, and soldiers are to strictly follow orders. They are to hold their ground at all costs unless ordered otherwise. These are the tenets of the Cyanic Creed. It is not law, however, and merely serves as an unofficial guide to the principles of honor among the Mali’fenn.

        Honorifics

Honorifics are recognitions granted to soldiers of the Ivae’fenn for great feats and desirable qualities, and are represented upon uniforms in the form of a small, colored piece of cloth wrapped around the left arm. The blue armband represents Loyalty, and is awarded to those whose participation in the Ivae’fenn is worthy of admiration. The gold armband represents Valor, and is awarded to those who successfully perform risky feats during battle. The red armband represents Service, and is granted to those who sustain a grievous wound in the service of the Ivae’fenn. The coveted purple armband represents Prowess, and is awarded to one who manages to vanquish an impressive number of enemies in a single engagement. The final armband, black, is posthumous; it represents Sacrifice, and is awarded to the families of those who give their lives in battle for the Ivae’fenn.

Enlistment

Before you stands a Warden, palm outstretched in waiting. Upon the table nearby - parchment, and short sticks of charcoal. The forms read as follows:

Name:

Race:

Age:

Gender:

[[OOC]]

Username:

Discord:

Timezone:

Afterwards, you are told that an officer will reach out to you for an in-person meeting, and told to move along.

“The Moon never sets on the Maehr, their wolves never stop howling.”

Before the establishment of the Ularah Tong, the caverns were not properly explored or secured. This duty now falls unto us, so hereby the Ul’Udax summons the Ularah Tong to prevapre for an expedition into Nor’Velyth’s caverns.

Formation Practice:

In the middle of Snow’s Maiden, the Ularah Tong will go over practice of formations and commands, to ensure swift action. Equipment will also be distributed, and a briefing will be held.

(Wednesday, 21st, 3pm est)

Expedition:

On the Grand Harvest, the Ularah Tong will descend into the caves to perform reconnaissance, slay any hazardous beasts, and tame those that may be useful to Nor’Velyth.

(Saturday, 24th, 1pm est)

The expedition remains open to all Maehr who wish to join, but the Ularah Tong will assume command during the mission.

Contact Sorrgarr Oussana (OneEmeraldGod) by bird to join the Ularah Tong.

From Kruhso They Came

The swamplands bordering the Mali’ker settlement of Krusho, Ramasar

The sun had just set upon the swamps of Northern Ramasar. Aithlin stood there in silence, facing away from the waters they had lived by for as long as he could recall. Mirasul, Myriil, Kira and Amaria all stood beside him. In front of the remaining Val’taelu, a band of blood-thirsty, red-eyed ‘Ker had surrounded them. They knew that this was the end of their lives as they had known them. Krusho would no longer be theirs to call home. “We’ll leave Ramasar…just allow us to,” Aithlin begged, stepping forward towards the growing crowd. The others stared at him in disbelief– they could not just leave their homeland, could they? Where would they go? Wherever they had to go to save their lives and their legacy, it would seem.

The group’s leader stepped forward, offering Aithlin but a single nod before motioning the Vel’Taelu to move. Aithlin would carry this shame with him for as long as he would live, driven out of their homelands. Had he failed as a leader, or had he brought his family new opportunities– ones they could have never even dreamt of? Regardless of whatever the future would bring, their perils were far from over.

Nervously they embarked on the ship docked before them. Would they be sent elsewhere safely, or was this a death trap built just for them? Whatever awaited them, it would be a better fate than anything Krusho still had to offer. They stepped onto the crooked vessel, bringing with them what little they managed to salvage from home before the mob chased them out. Would it be enough to survive the journey? Where would they even set sail to?

What they were not aware of yet was that Aevos awaited. And with it, new hope for Clan Val’Taelu was on the horizon.

Arrival

The sun had just set upon the shores of Nor-Velyth. In the distance, any ‘Ker patrolling the city walls would have seen a small band of armored ‘ker making their way along the coast.

“Keep following the coastline lliran, we’ll get there eventually.” In the distance, onyx spires had caught their attention. The group quickly reached the city walls, the coastline they had been following for days abruptly blocked off one of the city’s many towers. The only way now was up, away from the water and towards what they had hoped to be a place to rest. Aithlin and his companions began to make their way up the hill. Awe-inspiring fauna greeting them as they stepped closer towards the supposed home of the Mali’ker. Once inside however, the group was mostly ....unimpressed by what they were shown. The impressive architecture and scale of the city could not hide the fact that the green eye’d fellowship found themselves to be the only ones within the gloomy square. Even if empty, at least they found a place to rest. There was no use in sleeping out in the open, however. The band of Dark Elves spread out in the hopes of finding a sign of life. A steward perhaps, able to give them a place to stay the night.

Aithlin however, had other priorities. He set out towards the coastline once again, hoping to see the docks they spotted from afar, up close. As he made his way through the various pathways and down to the docks, the ‘Ker’s emerald gaze became fixated on but a single object. Aithlin quickly ran back up to find the others, bringing them all down to the docks with him.

“Lliran, who needs a house when you can have a boat?!”

“The Moon never sets on the Maehr, their wolves never stop howling.”

On the 6th of the First Seed, 167 S.A, The Ul’Udax rallied 40 members of Ularah Tong to engage in combat training with the Urguani Legion.

The training took place between the dark forest border and the Urguani mountain ridge, for a neutral terrain. In total, the 40 Tong members were met by 30 Legionnaires. The Ularah Tong agreed with the Urguani to mainly skirmish with swords and armour.

There were a total of 7 engagements.

Engagement One:

The 40 Ularah charged the 30 Legionnaires, despite the untrained nature of the Ularah, the speed of the Maehr caught the dwarves off guard, resulting in a victory for the Ularah Tong.

Engagement Two:

The Legionnaires quickly adapted to the manoeuvres of the Maehr, but the additional numbers of the Tong proved to be the decisive factor in this battle, resulting in another victory for the Ularah Ularah Tong.

Engagement Three:

The Ul’Udax suspected that further engagements would not engage the Maehr on the path of Z’ress, since the number’s advantage made up for the lack of skill of the Ularah Tong.

To set the Maehr properly on the path of Z’ress, the Ul’Udax sent 10 Maehr away to rest, making the following bouts an even 30 versus 30. The Dwarven battle experience made itself readily apparent, resulting in a swift loss for the Ularah Tong.

Engagement Four:

10 Maehr were rotated out for this battle, the dwarves were set up by a short tree which granted them cover, as the Ularah charged, some dwarves came from the flank, resulting in the charge breaking, and another loss for the Ularah Tong.

[!] Movements of Engagement Four

Engagement Five:

10 Maehr were once more rotated out. To counter the dwarven flank, a third of our forces was sent out to to flank to the left, as the rest charged the front. However, the dwarves charged also, leaving the flank to battle on their own, resulting in the loss of the flank due to the difference in skill level. With the flank crushed, the main body was wiped.

[!] Movements of Engagement Five

Engagement Six:

Another 10 Maehr were rotated out, the same tactics were used as in the previous engagement. This time the flank did not fall first, but the main body did, resulting in the flank being chased by the main body of the dwarven forces. While the flank did manage to outrun the main forces, The Ularah Tong conceded this bout as a loss.

Engagement Seven:
In the final engagement, the Ul’Udax swapped out his own contingent, in order to better observe the field of battle from a high view on the Urguani cliffs. The Ularah Tong, stayed close defensively to the bottom of the mountain, not showing signs of their previous charging tactics.

This resulted in the dwarves charging on their own, the Maehr forces spread out into a v shape to be able to strike the dwarven charge from all sides, resulting in the victory for the Ularah Tong.

[!] Movements of Engagement Seven

The Ularah Tong shows initial promise, having won a few battles despite this contingent being made of primarily recruits. However, the Ul’Udax does note a lack of adaptability and individual skill.

New training regiments will be implemented, and thanks to the Legion of Dungrimm will be given for this beneficial training.

“The Moon never sets on the Maehr, their wolves never stop howling.”

By the code of the Tong, the two Maehr, Gwen and Cassius, have sworn their oaths upon the moon and ancestors to follow the Code of the Tong, to protect the lives and ways of the Maehr and to follow the path of Z’ress.

The Ul’Udax of the Ularah Tong hereby issues the following trials to prove their worthiness in the eyes of our Ancestors.

TRIAL OFHAU’NER THE HUNTER
Patron Ancestor of Hunters, Farmers, Beast Tamers, and Tenacity

To honour Hau’ner, Gwen is hereby tasked with taming the flaming equine beast, know as a Solar Stallion.

TRIAL OF WYTALL THE WARSAGE

Patron Ancestor of The Cunning, Intelligence, and Guidance

To honour Wytall, Cassius is hereby tasked with beating another Maly in the game of Chess.

“The Moon never sets on the Maehr, their wolves never stop howling.”

The Ularah Tong, or Wolf Guild, is a martial and cultural guild created in the city of Nor’Velyth by members of the ancient dark elven clans. Following a gap of power created by the lack of military presence, traditionally the Silan’siol, the Tong aims to restore a martial presence within the Moonlit Realm by creating an order with strong discipline and respect for the old ways of the Maehr.

PATH OF Z'RESS:

The Path of Z’ress is the belief that strength is the domain of the Maehr while weakness is the domain of lesser elves and races, with strength being defined as skills and competency, not necessarily raw might or brute force. And weakness, as being a lack of character or faith.

The Tong mandates everyone to walk the path of Z’ress and trains its members in martial and beast-taming skills. Those of weak will and character will be expelled from the guild.

PATRONS:

KHEL THE ZEALOT
Patron Ancestor of the Zealot, Warriors, Wrath, and Fury

HAU’NER THE HUNTER
Patron Ancestor of Hunters, Farmers, Beast Tamers, and Tenacity

WYTALL THE WARSAGE

Patron Ancestor of The Cunning, Intelligence, and Guidance

[!] Click this to read more about the patrons.

TRIALS

The Patron Trial
To ensure that the Maehr remain true to their roots, the Ularah Tong requires its new members to make a pledge or oath to one of the three Patrons of the Guild and complete a trial relevant to their patron. Upon completing all of this, they receive the mark of their patron.

For those ker who cannot identify by the three main ancestral patrons, special exceptions may be made if they wish to follow another ancestor. Maehr who do not venerate the ancestors are not allowed to join.

Wolf Bite Trial

To be a regular member of the Tong, one must survive the full-strength bite of a direwolf. If they do so, the affected areas will be tattooed around to remind of the bite, once the wounds heal over. This initial trial is performed to weed out the weak-willed.

Head Hunting Trial
A member of the Ularah Tong is given a mission to retrieve the head of an enemy of the maehr by themselves. This trial serves to illustrate their competency and skills as a wolf rider.

Code of Conduct:

Loyalty: Members of the Ularah Tong shall always prioritize the interests and of Maehr kind as a whole, ensuring the Maehr are protected. Betrayal of the organization or its secrets is a grave offence.

Wolves: If a member of the Tong acts unduly towards their direwolf, such as improper care or abuse, they are to be expelled.

Discretion: Members of the Ularah Tong shall keep the details of their missions on a need-to-know basis.

Ancestors: The Ancestors must be given utmost respect, any who fail to do so are punished. 

Fellowship: Ularah Tong members shall treat each other with respect and loyalty. 

Hierarchy: The Ularah Tong operates with a structured hierarchy. Members are expected to follow the orders of their superiors and contribute to the organization's goals without question.

Path of Z’ress: Those who are complacent and do not progress on the path of Z’ress have no place within the Tong.

[!] A member of the Ularah Tong, and their direwolf

Ul’Udax - Wolf Lord

The head of the martial group is the Ul’Udax, they hold the highest authority in all functions of the guild, and more importantly, they best follow and understand the path of Z’ress, and use this understanding to maintain order and strength of the members of the Ularah Tong.

Ul’utral - Wolf Warden

Elite wolf riders, second only to the Ul’udax are bestowed the rank of Wolf Warden. They are capable of patrolling the umbral forests in their squads and have a great bond with their wolf mounts, akin to that of siblings.

The Ul’utral are given cloaks and furs of dire wolves to proudly wear. This symbolises both their connection to their companion, as well as their ferociousness.

Udax’ye - Wolfling

Once the recruit has survived the first trial, they may begin to train their wolf, starting from a cub to build a strong bond. Together, the two will walk the path of Z’ress together.

Warriors of the Ularah Tong are given shawls made of spider silk, to differentiate them from the recruits. These shawls are secured by leather bands, studded with Kingstone.

Lokae’yr - Walker

Conscripts or brand-new recruits are called Walkers since they are not given a dire wolf mount immediately upon joining the guild. Instead, they have to learn the proper code of conduct of the Tong and survive the first trial to become a true member.

The Walkers do not gain anything beyond the right to mark themselves with their Patron’s mark.
 

Contact the Ul'Udax, Sorrgarr Oussana, (IGN: OneEmeraldGod) by bird to join. Join to protect the Maehr today.
(OOC: Or ping me in the nor discord or dm me, preferably send a bird as well.)

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A Maehr had brought his most passionate bardic student into the colourful shrine of Brimztra, having let them experience and meet with the lesser spirit who was satisfied with their time. “Be Champions!” the spirit boomed out before he himself expanded on those meaningful words.

“In honour of Brimztra, you both shall hold a festival and create a masterpiece every elven year in their name. You will bring praise and a worthy offering that is befitting of the artistic spirit, do you both swear to keep this promise?” Glorier asked the two students of his

The dark elf and human nodded and responded with conviction and excitement, the Maehr placed his hand over their heads as a gesture for good luck. With this, He and the spirits shall await the fruits that would blossom.

╰────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╯

Trouble in J-Burg

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THERE IT IS. AND THERE IT SHALL REMAIN. Seeking to crush the ego that these stones were built upon, the ROCK shall not discriminate.

THERE IT IS. AND THERE IT SHALL REMAIN. The pride of the Maehr who will not reconcile, our wings cindered from naught the rays of the sun but the dim MOON’s glimmer.

THERE IT IS. AND THERE IT SHALL REMAIN. A FLOCK who has been displaced for all time.

THERE IT IS. AND THERE IT SHALL REMAIN. All Primarchs through time, with hands raised to keep what remains of that DYING flock alive.

THERE IT IS. AND THERE IT SHALL REMAIN. The ashes our people rise from, time and time AGAIN.

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[!] Depicted The Primarch warding the big dumb meteor from smushing J city with her mind.

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MAEHR LONG AND FAR - KATANA WIELDING BACKFLIPPERS OF DAYS LONG PAST; ALL MAEHR. I PLEAD TO YOU.

IRON CAN ONLY BECOME STEEL THROUGH FIRE AND LABOR.

OUR IRON IS BRITTLE AND OUR STEEL MUSHY.

PROVE TO THE MOON THAT OUR LIVES ARE WORTH LIVING.

I AM LOCKED INTO THE CITY WITH ARMS RAISED, BEARING SUCH HEAVY BURDEN UPON MY OWN TWO SHOULDERS. I WEEP (WAA WAA WAA) I WEEP (BOOHOO) FOR THE FUTURE OF MY FLOCK, AND OUR PEOPLE.

WHAT IS A PRIMARCH WITHOUT CITIZENS TO BEND THE CRAZY STRAW FROM WHICH SHE SLURPS? WITHOUT OTHERS TO MOCK IT, A SILLY STRAW IS SIMPLY A STRAW.

We must reignite our city, or we will be left praising the crater it leaves in its wake, praying to rise from its ashes once more.

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• The Primarch <3

Order of the head of  the Python Netseth Loa’chil

Disownment

For acting the brigand, his banditry of the people of Sakuragakure, stealing relics and placing the clan in an unsavory debt. 

Spuds is here disowned, banished, and stripped of all titles. To address his honorless ways, he is to be welcomed only as a traitor and befitted to his sentence, death.

Note to those hunters: Spuds is reported to have survived his previous execution, by which means remains unknown, though he has, through some foul method, cheated his prior demise. Spuds, is seen, in the eyes of Loa’chil as D A R K S P A W N.

Should anyone hunting the traitor locate any stolen wares, report such to the Primarch to mediate and return the stolen items. 

Passing of the torch

As my final order, I, Netseth Loa’chil, named Naith Loa’chil, the new clan head. With current circumstances. It was a pleasure and honor to bring the clan into the light. A new fire shall be ignited as I resign myself. May Akezo bless Naith with good health, and may they lead our clan with principle and ferocity. 

Whichever direction Naith may take the clan, I will assure all they are worthy of the position. May the rest of us remain at their side for whichever future they pursue for all our sake.

Former Primarch and former Patriarch of Clan Loa’chil

THE FIRST DECREE

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[!] In the abandoned lands an unbecoming leader ponders the needs of a dying city. A crown across her head blinds her judgment, emanating a malignant energy.

The Maehr then traveled across the lands and heeded the words of merchants and retired leaders alike. . .

“Moneh makes teh world go around lass! Tat’s wot every GOOD empire needs!” Spoke a wizened and sagely dwed to a cloaked, disguised Primarch; as the longbeard rose a merry stein!

“Yes, YES. We need treasure! People LOVE treasure!” She'd chirp to herself alone.

The Primarch took to the abandoned houses of the city, wrought with soot and cobwebs and with the touch of Laura's blessing did their old trinkets spin to pure Aurum.

For one whole day did GOLD rain down from the moonlit skies of The Ashen City.

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Unfortunately. . .The GRANDIOSE Nor’Velythian treasury of approximately 50,647 minae soon suffered inflation, alas - this Primarch was uneducated in the field of basic economics. Soon did the worth of the Nor’Velythian treasury slim down to a measly 398.2 mina!
 

Too much gold, so much no one could run away with it all! Soon did the leader learn of her mistake and she casted the remaining gold into the spiraling and dangerous cave system beneath the city, guarded by its monsters alone.

Ripe for adventurers to come and take it, if they dared.

“Oopsie!” declared Laevona as her first decree.

OOC Please read before interacting:

  

❅ ❆  WINTER WONDERLAND! ❆ ❅
 

The time for festivities has arrived and Nor-velyth welcomes you to join in on the fun events that are being hosted by our locals; they are sure to be amazing!

❅ Itinerary ❅

Pinecone Hunt

Figure Skating Contest

Snowball Fight

Snowman Contest

Outdoor Winter Gala

Disclaimer: We do not condone intentionally harming guests and goers, should there be an accident please proceed to a nearby health practitioner or a shaman.

❅ When and Where ❅

Festivities will be held on the 23rd starting @4pm EST. You can find the festival grounds just behind the Bard College! Follow the snow path and candy canes leading there!

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❅ Snowman Contest Instruction & Prize❅

Journal Log 227, On The Month of Grand harvest.

(OOC: 12/9/23)

[!] The night is high and the seas are rough, a dingy sailed across the blue shores reaching the foggy , humid area of the shores of Nor'vaelyth

“TIR HIGHNESS”
Said the automaton, to a sleeping shaman, he reached out and shook her

“TIR HIGHNESS- WE HAVE ARRIVED AT TIR DESTINATION OU’ CHOOSING”
He spoke in a monotone manner, no perflexion, and a vocal reflection that held no emotional expression. His ticking body echoed amongst the crickets and frogs which lurked amongst the brown lake.

“Mmm?” she groaned in a drowsy manner as she stood up, rubbing her eyes as the clouds kept the darkness in check, even from her gifted witness was she unable to see from afar, the shadows domain was within this area- however her spirit was strong, but not strong as the spirit who domains the terrain which is this marsh.

“Push through, find land for me to depart in.” Ember spoke
Even as the automaton sailed the dingy forward into the wide swamp, it seemed impossible for it to fully see. He then took out a smoke torch, and lit his northern front, and went around to light another, hanging it in the post as he lit his southern flank. It was able to fully see the trees in front of him but not afar. Hours passed, and time basically flew, yet the darkness did not fade. Then suddenly. . .

“TIR HIGHNESS, I’M DETECTING RIPPLES COMING OUR WAY IN THE WATER… ONLY ONE SET.'' The waters soon began to shake the boat, the ripples soon turned to splashing sound- as the automaton fell victim to the jaws of a throqal. The great crocodile emerged from the swampy waters and pounced the automaton. From right to left did the beast jump and ****** the metal being into the water.

“NI- RE4ALL!” (Rae-frall) she called out, merely having a bo staff, she predominantly had to depend on the harpoon left behind by the automaton. Her witness was then brought forth into action for the first time, she tried to predict the movements of the beast, using her bare feet she tried to sense where the beast could come from, using the ripples in the water that shook the light vessel. But it was in vain, as Ember could not react fast enough she too fell vicitim to the pounce, luckily it did not bite her, but merely knocked her into the waters where she submerged below, using her blessed sight, she began to see- to see again, she now used one potion to her advantage, injecting the acuity potion into her shoulder and littering the waters with the clockwork cylinder Elixir container. Her time was running out and her breath as well, the Throqal then charged forth at her for what would be the final attack.

Then from above, a musin fisherman who was casually fishing tadpoles for food was scared off by a dead throqal emerging in defeat as Ember also emerged hurt by the beast. “Lani is going to kill me if she finds out about this.” She spoke tired of the mess she made of herself, she removed seaweed and anything that had been dragged with her, soon she saw the dingy stranded in the shore not far from her. The Mutations she injected into her have also begun to work, the bite marks began to be filled with skin and muscle once more as Ember held her own arm. As she brought the dingy and everything else to the area in which the dead monster laid, with a sharp harpoon struck through its mouth piercing through his head.

“W- wh- what i- is t- that…” The musin squealed with his shuttering tiny form as Ember smiled with some expressed exhaustion. “A swamp monster… E’ think… May E’ camp here with ti, till E’ get my things prepared for further travel.?” As soon as Ember found a tree to sit under the Musin nodded and made a fire with her. The fisher musin continued as Ember took the throqal, and began to gut it, flaying it piece by piece as she began to prepare them for a sacrifice.


Ember laid forth her satchel, which she retrieved from the dingy as she gazed at the flames within the small campfire. Thus the She-shaman grabbed dirt from the land, salt and pepper and rust from copper. Then the fire soon turned blue as she set down the meat and bones of the throqal, praying to the spirits whose domain lies within the great marsh south of Nor’Vaelyth

“Laklul”

Ember echoed forth her chant, around her echos of old blah resounded. Bouncing off every tree trunk and frog which croaked in the area. Seemingly as she began to tap into the spiritual- she heard cracks and footsteps. Ember opened her eyes once more to see the Musin skittering off as it possibly felt creeped out by her. She then continued- now speaking in the ancient tongue of blah.

"Fûsh urkûrz ukhugûr mokhlab, trovlab. Ember skaatuga latu- Pukhlal, fiithug hluth ilziob. Fûsh urkûrz azûr lat skûtogal, lat mauhai. Ember shagûr fulaknar frapogtuk, her bazguzg Rantobob dâgu."

"Lûp baltlab, lûp Laklul tabishi zark balt."

Then she casted the meat into the blue fire, and Soon after- as the prayer was heard, light broke through the darkness, the marsh filled with glow berries and frogs began to glimmer within the shadows, Throqals and alligators returned back to their habitats and a clear path to the gray hill was shown to Ember. The trek was not far, the climb was nor high either. And as she rose, she saw it

The Ashes fell to her hand, as she saw Luara in her glorious light

She made it to Nor’vaelyth- there after she found its gates opened, as she entered she imidietly went to the tavern for a drink of sweet berry juice. There she went to the local Inn and stayed there for the night.

[Art by fireFlux Studios in Pixels.com]

Journal Entry 223, Recorded: 12th of Sun’s smile, year 158 of SA.
 

It has been ages since I traveled, and I will say it has been ages. For my travels, I decided to traverse the well least difficult and closes place to our soon to be built city. Nor’vaelyth. This city, to at least the Shamans of the Iron Horde, has Lost their way- its shamans are well not seen as shamans by those outside of Nor’Vaelyth. However I like to think otherwise, I am always the optimistic one, never wish to believe something someone says without seeing the body first, or in this instance the Ker’. It was hard for me to get enough sleep, the waters were rough today, but then again we are sailing the shores between mainland Amathine and Nor’vaelyth. The fog doesn’t help our destination and let alone our mapping. However for sleeping in a dingy it was not hard for me to be overtaken by the constant rocking, and the comfort of my own blanket and pillow.

I had chosen to have an automaton escort me all the way to its swampy shores, seemingly as Nor’vaelyth doesn’t technically have a shoreline like Amathine or Vortice. Things like this always make it extremely difficult to traverse the oceans with a set destination. In such a case we ended up in the marshes, suggesting we were south of Nort’vaelyth. For the first time, I had seen a marsh, but never in my long life span had I seen something so dark and unbearably invisible. Nothing but darkness all around, it almost felt as if we were- in a joking manner, inside some titans butt ready to be blasted by whatever the water around us was mixed with that caused it to go brown and green.

It was not soon after that my automaton took action and lit the place around us, having only two flick torches, he lit his south and north, allowing him to see… and see he did, were it not for his weary warning, I would not have known we were being preyed upon. Sadly the assigned Sailor unit was trashed by the beast, a Throqal the tavern keep calls it. What ever it was it made me shriek in fear- it was fast and big almost as if it had wings. It took down the automaton in an instant only leaving its cogs floating in the water. It took me some time, a lot of struggling and luck to end the beast. A Crocodile the size is something out of fantasy books. I ended up sacrificing it, and asking Laklul for safe passage. Luckily I think he heard my prayers and saw my sacrifice. I had then a clear path to Nor’vaelyth.

Upon scaling the gray hill, ash began to fall on me, gray leaves withered with time also began to fall on me, almost as if someone corrupted them. Whatever happened to this land it was not shamans who did it. Madoc should look into the land here, or  Gusiam. The Sakura trees' pink has been washed away and made them white as a Haelunorian. However the shrooms and amethyst began to show the black slate and stone walls of the main city. I was happy that my trek had ended for the time being and I was in Nor’vaelyth. There I quickly purchased an inn for two nights- and bathed in clean water. As I write this log I start to think and ponder the strength within the beast, and how there were many waiting for me in the shadows. The spirit who ruled the domain truly had control of the situation there, those beasts were his doing and the fact I took one down, truly made a difference, if I did not, I would have died.

In life we struggle to find strength in dark times, maybe the beast was a test, a test of strength within unsurity, blinded by darkness. To use what I feel not as I know, The light was there, I was just blinded by the darkness of my own doubts and fears. As a spiritualist I should fear only the spirits, not the beast. It was them who carried me out of that cell when I was captured, it was them who delivered me and my family from King Frederick the fool of Oren, and it was them who guided us to our home. We must learn to have faith in them- I am to believe that if I had not- things would have been different and I would not be capable of telling this story later on. We must respect their homes, if we are to expect safety from them in their own homes, just like others expect safety from me when they enter my home as well.

Invitation to spiritual hearing.
 

[!] A missive was posted in Helious, and Nor'vaelyth, and sent to other cities across Aevos

TO THOSE OF NOR’VAELYTH, TO THOSE OF SOL’HELIOUS, TO SHAMAN KIND.

I send this missive to inform those of my great journey, through the shaman cities or shaman habited cities. My path has been set, and I invite those to come hear me- hear me speak of SOLARIS, or in more common name Aztran. For it is his will that drives me to commit this pilgrimage. I EMBER AN’NA MAH’NEL gaze upon all of you as equals, speakers of the spirits, or people blessed by them. It is my duty to spread the knowledge of AZTRAN so that he may grow in strength, so that those who dare flee from his light may bare witness to it through me. So that my wisdom can be shared, as it should be.

Be not afraid, this is an invitation- if you wish not to come, do not fear for your life, be blessed, be happy- for the spirits do not chase after no one, nor should I, one day you will come to them.

In two sun days (Tuesday) I come forth around the fifth our of the day (5PM EST) to speak about the Sun above us, the father of stars and galaxies, and the brother of the nightly beauty, the goddess of night and the spirit of the Moon Luara. . .

AZTRAN

 

• ○  KNOXOWEEN FESTIVAL! ○ •

Come be Fabulously Frightening!

What better way to feel alive than by being scared half to death? Nor-Velyth made a partnership with the Bard’s College for a special festival and are finally ecstatic to announce the show! Join in on Knoxoween! 

• Itinerary •

Scavenger Hunt.

Pumpkin Carving contest.

Costume Contest.

Horror Maze / Timed Trial Maze.

Themed stalls and products.

Spooky surprises along the day!

Disclaimer: Though this is a festival that encourages you to wear costumes to scare, we do not condone intentionally harming guests and goers, should there be an accident please proceed to a nearby health practitioner or a shaman.

• When and Where •

The 28th starting @2pm EST. just behind the Bard College! Follow the dirt path and lights that had been laid out!

(time may be subjected to change)
 

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Kealt aeth el Ygne Ytal

Nymdra aeth dero

Nymdra aeth kyrol

Nymdra aeth anuryl

Nymdra aeth adry

Ax yx el duhb lye luvom ulyth

Ax yx el duhb aeth el ygne ytal

Ax yx el duhb lye hogan ulyth

El duhb aeth el ygne ytal

Verm estraal

Verm xul

Verm ker

Verm dubux

Ax yx el duhb lye luvom ulyth

Ax yx el duhb aeth el ygne ytal

Ax yx el duhb lye hogan ulyth

El duhb aeth el ygne ytal

Tesso morlyn

Tesso okar

Tesso myarza

Tesso ohkokar

Lye Maehr

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Chant of the War Sage

Void of pain

Void of fear

Void of regret

Void of hate

This is the way we want all

This is the way of the war sage

This is the way we need all

The way of the war sage

Carry bow

Carry sword

Carry dark

Carry spear

This is the way we want all

This is the way of the war sage

This is the way we need all

The way of the war sage

Must fight

Must protect

Must harm

Must safeguard

We Maehr

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Paint the Night Away𓂃✎

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Ladies, Gents, and creatures in-between

Welcome to the grand unveiling of The Atelier.

Here you may create anything your intricate mind imagines,

May it be for the arts, literature,

your skills in domestic and culinary magic.

It is a place to cultivate the wonder within you,

Within a haven of inspiration,

And a nurturing atmosphere.

Anyone may join in on the expression of oneself through the arts and magic.

The Atelier is a safe haven for one’s passionate endeavors.

Head of Nor-Velyth Bard College branch, Kanuul-Dazyb

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[Government]

[Common Law]

[Religious Law]

[The Moonwarden Conclave]

[The Foundation of the Maehr]

[Ancestral Pantheon]

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The Primarch

The Primarch is a role entrusted with the weighty responsibility of overseeing the government and assuming leadership over the malyker as the ruler, wielding the power of the realm. It is a position that transcends lineage, as the current Primarch personally selects their successor, ensuring a worthy individual steps into the position.

Grand Warden

Ulath’utoral | Utoral’ana

The Grand Warden is the leader of the Moonwarden Conclave, and holds a very important role within the Ashen State. They are the head of knowledge, magic, and religion within the eyes of the malyker and work alongside the Primarch in guiding the maehr along the path of the Helun-Velulaeya. A key role of the Grand Warden is to create laws that pertain to the usage of any and all magics within the realm, and any laws that would reflect the views of religion and religious freedoms. They are the cultural leader of the maehr.

Law Keeper

Darmyr-Myno

The position of Darmyr-Myno provides invaluable legal counsel to the Primarch. Serving as the head of the legal courts, they possess the utmost expertise in matters of law. Moreover, this role acts as a trusted proxy for the Primarch, wielding authority over the high council, their influence second only to that of the Primarch themselves.

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The High Council

The Ulath'tyuth is the primary governing body of the city, holding judgment over the city with executive authority. Those who sit upon the council are appointed by the authority vested in them by the Primarch, embodying a collective wisdom of the maehr that ensures effective governance and wise  decision-making.

Lord Commander

Ulavaen 

The position of the Lord Commander encompasses not only the role of the military leader as well as that of the head of Silan'siol, the primary city defenders. Endowed with the highest authority in times of crisis, the Lord Commander possesses the capability to make swift and decisive decisions during such times as deemed necessary. It is their duty to appoint skilled warriors who will stand against any and all threats looming over Nor-Velyth, ensuring its safety and protection.

High Steward

Rytkuv-Ulath

The Rytkuv-Ulath is the role who is trusted in overseeing the aspects of housing, taxation, and infrastructure within the city. They bear the responsibility of appointing and managing the stewards who aid them in this task.

High Financier

Omekkoyr-Ulath

The Omekkoyr-Ulath plays a central role in managing the income and finances of the city. They serve as the figurehead in matters related to trade and actively work towards facilitating economic growth and prosperity. Their expertise and influence should extend across various economic endeavors, enabling them to foster thriving commercial activities and ensure the overall financial well-being of the city.

Event Keeper

Kasyana 

The Kasyana assumes authority on city events, festivities, and tournaments. They are entrusted with the responsibility of ensuring the organization and execution of various activities within the city. With a focus on enabling and facilitating activity within the city, their dedication lies in creating memorable experiences and fostering a sense of unity and celebration among the city's inhabitants.

High Diplomat

Veluryna-Ulath

The Veluryna-Ulath holds the vital role of managing external affairs and cultivating desired relations between nations. They work through diplomatic channels, oversee matters of trade, military alliances, and international cooperation. The Veluryna-Ulath is to work towards fostering positive and mutually beneficial relationships with other nations. Their duty lies in ensuring the city's interests are represented effectively among nations.

High Architect

Lunytaro-Ulath

The position of Ulath’Lunytaro encompasses overseeing all constructive projects and developments. With a dedicated focus on improving the realm's infrastructure and ensuring its growth. Operating under the direct command of the Primarch and Darmyr-Myno, they collaborate closely with these authorities to bring their vision to life.

Court Alchemist

Zakertyr-Maura

The court alchemist plays an important role within the high council, utilizing the art of alchemy to enhance the realm's welfare and security. Their duties encompass the creation of elixirs, potions, and remedies, advising on matters of their expertise, and contributing to intellectual and scientific progress of the city. 

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Ageokonel aeth Maehrel

We are, and always will be, what our roots are. You can not deny the soil in which you’ve been grown, but you similarly can not deny the seed you are born from. Wherever we are, we are Maehr. No matter how we, as a people, attempt to stray from them or are baited away - we are always going to be the children of Velulaeya - children of the Moon. Our beloved Mother had set us on a path, one she herself walked, and it is our honored duty to continue along it. These are the truths of being a child of Helun-Velulaeya, Mother Moon.

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Seeking Knowledge

Zuloa Aeylul

Helun-Velulaeya was set upon a path to gather knowledge from the world, to come to understand all magics and things within it. She led our people along this very same path, and with her wisdom our kin were saved from a blight of madness. We honor her and her journey by answering the calling of our kind and continuing the noble search for understanding and knowledge. A people are only as strong as their greatest thinkers, for their minds guide the hands of the populace - and so the Maehr should yearn to expand what they know and drink deep of the world around them.

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Art of Arsenal Mastery

Valm aeth Aegurez-Varnethe

What a scholar does with their mind and words, so too should we be able to do with a blade in hand. We are not just knowledge seekers, locked away in tall towers pondering the meaning of dusty old tomes - we are both wise and able bodied. Our hands should move with purpose, our steps well planned and carefully placed, and our every action should carry the weight of our training.

Blade dancing, hand to hand combat, archery - all skills a Maehr should come to know. We must be as strong as we are clever.

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Ancestral Worship

Helvont aeth Szyr’mozhel

Our roots run deep and they drink heavily of the world around us. In acknowledging our fallen kin, we seek to honor them, their memory and their knowledge. We are nothing without our roots, for they ground us and remind us of where our ancestors have risen from. Maehr erect shrines to their family, and we as a people should always remember to honor these past malyker for they forged the path we now walk.

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Introspection

Zaalhnakon

Being clever and being strong is nothing without the wisdom to know how to use these skills, or to know when you have used them in a manner that does harm to your kin. It is important for the Maehr that we are able to acknowledge our mistakes, to look inward and find room to grow and, of course, to see where we have done well. We must be willing to have these periods of introspection, of zaalhnakon, or we will stagnate and never progress as a people.

There are many ways a person may seek to reflect on themselves: mediation, creating something, even going on Spirit Walks. Ultimately, all that matters is that we do take the time to peer within ourselves so that we may press on as a better Maehr - not just for ourselves and our own personal growth, but for the wellbeing of our kind.

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Honoring the Four Pillars of the Foundation

Celebration and honor, these are two things all Maehr should know well. We honor the dead, we celebrate the living - we thank the Moon for ever rising each night. We are a proud people with deep roots, and we should never forget the four pillars that were risen to get us where we are now. In taking time each year to honor a pillar, we work to remember our past so we may strive for a better tomorrow for our kind.

An elven month loosely corresponds to a full lunar cycle, which represents the march of progress of our people. Each week, we pay tribute to our cultural pillars, setting aside some time from our daily responsibilities to honor our heritage and those who exemplify our values, both from the past and the present.

The First Lunar Week;

Lunar Illumination

New Moon, Waxing Crescent, First Quarter

During the week of Illumination, we put our contemplations from the previous lunar cycle into action, explore uncharted territories, and seek knowledge to further our personal growth. Additionally, a diverse range of events is hosted each lunar week, including but not limited to:

- The Lunar Conclave: This structured gathering brings together members, both maehr and their allies, to deliberate on our nation's internal governance and international relations. It serves as a platform for meaningful dialogue, expression of perspectives, and active participation in shaping the direction of the Ashen State. It also plays a pivotal role in deciding the agenda for the upcoming lunar month.

- Maehrian Fireside Chronicles: Beneath the night sky, this event breathes life into maehrian history through captivating stories shared around flickering flames. From heroic epics to ancient legends, it offers a journey into the heart of maehrs past, celebrating our rich legacy.

- Pages of Progress: This collective effort aims to amass books that illuminate the minds and hearts of Maehr, creating a central hub for knowledge. It symbolizes our collective dedication to learning, ensuring that each turned page brings us closer to becoming a brighter, more enlightened community.

- Domain Discovery: A dedicated day for deepening our understanding of nature, involving the exploration of various landscapes within our realm. Participants meticulously document the diverse flora and fauna inhabiting these unique biomes, providing an opportunity to learn and preserve the secrets of the natural world.

The Second Lunar Week;

‘Eclipse’ Combat Mastery

First Quarter, Waxing Gibbous, Full Moon

During the Eclipse week, the city's focus shifts towards combat and the cultivation of our martial intellect. Those proficient in weapons or martial arts mentor the younger generations, imparting their combat expertise and self-defense skills. Conversely, those less experienced dedicate their free time to mastering their chosen combat discipline.

- Warfare Training: During this event, we engage in conflict scenarios that sharpen tactical and decision-making skills. This event provides an opportunity to test our mettle, surmount battle challenges, and collaborate with allies in war-time simulations.

- Martial Clash: For this event, we engage in hand-to-hand combat within the arena to refine our melee techniques and conquer opponents. Some clashes adopt a tournament format, while others serve as sparring days.

- Festival of Morvayn's Might: A grand monthly festival where we come together to honor the revered General Morvayn, a beloved ancestor. This public celebration invites allies to partake in revelry and engage in tournaments alongside us. The day features competitive trials of physical mastery, captivating displays of blade dancing, and sumptuous feasts.

- Armament of the Month: This class combines weapon drills with philosophical discussions. Led by an expert, attendees learn to wield the featured weapon effectively, understanding its strengths and weaknesses. The aim is to foster proficiency in various weapon types and help us each discover our personal weapons of choice.

- Tactics Workshop: Participants grapple with hypothetical scenarios requiring both mental acumen and blade skills. Beyond debates, practical simulations demand active problem-solving as scenarios unfold. This workshop equips us with the ability to navigate complex situations seamlessly.

The Third Lunar Week;

The Twilight Ancestor Vigil

Full Moon, Waning Gibbous, Third Quarter

This week holds the highest reverence among the four lunar weeks, as it centers on our Ancestors, the very building blocks of the foundation our people stand upon. During this sacred time, we dedicate ourselves to honoring these forebears, reinforcing the understanding that we are all links in an endless chain of existence. It is a week where we contemplate the preceding lunar weeks and seek the timeless wisdom of those who came before us. These nuggets of insight become tools for the forthcoming Week of Reflection, underscoring the significance of the Week of Vigil.

One notable tradition, held uniquely by the Wardens of Kor within our community, is the Oath of Silence. This solemn commitment is taken when a maehr seeks counsel from the ancestors and requires a lutaumancer's assistance. It serves as a promise that the words confided in the Warden’s presence will forever remain sealed. While no official punishment is meted out by Kor, breaking this vow is viewed as a grave betrayal and an affront to the trust of the maehrian people.

- Maehrian Heritage Day: A gathering hosted by one of our city's clans, where we unite to see them showcase their customs and values, along with sharing the richness of their unique history.

- Feast of the Ancestors: A grand celebration in the Ashen Realm, where we pay homage to the departed and revel in the lives of the living. This festive occasion boasts a banquet of maehrian delicacies, many of which were beloved by our esteemed ancestors.

- Ancestral Vision Day: A day orchestrated by a Warden of Kor, guiding a group of maehr on a spirit walk to commune with one of the countless ancestors residing within Stargush. Here, we engage in profound conversations and absorb their timeless wisdom.

- The Ancestral Arts: An assembly where maehr converge to craft items dedicated to their ancestors. It is a day of creativity and reverence, a tangible expression of respect and an enduring promise to carry forward the legacy of our forebears.

The Fourth Lunar Week;

Lunar Reflection

Third Quarter, Waning Crescent, New Moon

The culminating week of the lunar cycle, known as the Week of Reflection, holds great significance. It is a time when we can engage in deep contemplation of the past elven month, weaving together the threads of our experiences. From this introspection, we can fashion a new foundation to launch into the forthcoming lunar cycle, equipped with valuable tools for optimal growth.

One tool is the creation and upkeep of personal journals, where thoughts and experiences can be meticulously recorded. These journals serve a dual purpose, not only preserving each of our legacies but also potentially joining the records of maehr history upon our passing to Stargush, where we join our ancestors. Another practice involves revisiting significant locations from our past, rekindling memories, and sharing thoughts and emotions with willing companions. This act of reflection allows for an exploration of our personal journey. A third practice embraced is the penning of letters to one's future self. These letters become time capsules, offering a glimpse into personal growth and evolution when they are opened again.

- Identity Shuffle: A chance for us to step into the shoes of others, fostering empathy and a deeper understanding of diverse perspectives.

- Mirror of True Reflection: A spirit walk where we can commune with our inner selves in the realm of the spirits through the guidance to the spirits, seeking clarity and self-awareness.

- Values and Virtues Forum: A forum dedicated to ethical discussions and introspection, reinforcing and challenging the moral compass that guides the maehr people.

- Insight Interviews: An exercise where we can engage in interviews with our fellow maehr, exploring facets of their own personality and values.

- The Soul’s Canvas: A day of creative expression, where we channel our innermost thoughts and emotions into artistic creations, offering glimpses into our inner worlds.

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Celebrate Life

Buuretta Tayna

Every maehr that is brought into this world is a gift to our kind; we are few, and in welcoming a new onny into our families, we are ensuring our people and our beliefs are not lost. Each maehr is a blessed child of Helun-Velulaeya, and so we come together to celebrate as they reach certain milestones throughout their lives. In doing this, we don’t lose sight of how precious each malyker life is and we honor their accomplishments, ensuring they progress along the path as our dear Helun intended.

The Birth of a Maehr

Life is precious, this is a fact that you will rarely find someone denying. Bringing a new malyker into this chaotic and harsh world is a feat in itself as the curse of the maly will forever hinder our growth, and so we must celebrate each birth. These rare and beautiful occurrences should be cause for great joy amongst our kin, and thus we come together to ensure the new maehr is welcomed warmly.

Seeking a Blessing: 

Spiritualism and ancestoralism runs deep within our culture, and so it goes without saying that a mother who has learned she is with child would visit shrines to ask of the ancestors or spirits for guidance and assurances that the birth will go smoothly. A maehr who is an avid worshiper of the spirits may go to the shrine of Arwa, the spirit of mothers, and leave an offering to them, whereas a malyker of more regularly prays to the ancestors may go to their favored one with a similar request. There is nothing stopping a mother-to-be from doing both.

Gifting Helun-Velulaeya:

We would not exist without the blessing of our sacred Mother Moon, and so every child we bring forth presents us a moment to honor her for giving us our chance to live as we do. An expecting family should take this opportunity and go to the shrine of Velulaeya and leave for her an offering, so that she might bless their child and ensure they remain true to our path.

The Naming:

It is thought to be bad luck to utter the name of the child before they are born, and is something that parents-to-be should avoid. Once the parents have decided what they will call their child, they are not to share this with anyone until their little one is here. It is not unheard of for expecting maehr to not even discuss this topic until after the baby is born, to ensure they have a smooth delivery.

Gifts for the child should never be presented until they have been born, as this is also deemed as unlucky. When the baby has been born, the malyker will gather at the home of the parents to present their gifts and to learn what the child will be called. This is a grand moment of mirth and celebration, one that all should take part in.

Coming of Age

Ska’atule aeth Tasob

As every maehr life is sacred and should be honored, we work to ensure that our youngest members know that their blossoming into adulthood is quite special and should be viewed as their first major milestone in life. The young maehr may start their Coming of Age task by the time they reach 18, but the trial must be completed by they time they are 30 to be recognized properly. It is quite shameful to the Clan or family of the maehr should they not complete their chosen task.

It should be noted that the budding maehr only has to do one of the below tasks but there is nothing stopping them from completing more should they and their family decide to do so.

- Rite of Heritage: Those who choose this as their proving of age will be asked a series of questions about the maehr, our values, and other such topics. Conducted by a Warden or the guardians of the young maehr, should they pass will be a sign of their mental acuity.

- A Scholar’s Expertise: A unique trial a budding maehr may choose to undergo. A large part of our foundation is the collection of knowledge, and thus reflects upon this trial. A test of the mind, a young maehr departs to another nation to learn of and document their culture in a book, as well as their views of the malyker.

- The Hunter’s Prowess: One of the options for a young maehr to prove they have made the steps to reach maturity, a feat of triumphing over a beast through wits and returning to with a trophy.

- If they are spiritualistic, they must pick a favored spirit to make an offering to - the offering needs to be significant and the offering needs to be witnessed by a Moonwarden.

The rich history of the maehr stretches back to the War of Four Brothers, a pivotal moment when Velulaei played a vital role in commanding the elves beneath Malin in their struggle against the Great Deceiver. From this historic conflict, many stories are woven through countless strands, dispersed across the realms. The vastness of maehr history defies any singular comprehension, for it sprawls across time and many souls. It is a narrative too intricate for any single individual to grasp entirely. However, amidst this great history, there exists a well documented group of maehr who have either wielded leadership or left an imprint upon our heritage.

Yet, the veneration of the ancestors transcends the recognition of only those whose names are well-known. It delves deeper, celebrating the wisdom and legacy of every maehr past, regardless of their renown. In the end, it is not solely about the few prominent figures but about the collective wisdom that resides within every strand of our ancestral heritage.

Velulaei and Uradas
The Mother and Father
Patreon Ancestors of  Parents, and Remembrance.

Velulaei and Uradas hold the highest positions in the Maehr Pantheon.

Velulaei, a figure steeped in melancholy, has remained secluded since her encounter with Dak’ir Des’nox, during which she learned of Magara’lin. This daughter of Malin is often found pacing an empty courtyard in Stargush’Stroh. Her thoughts and desires seem distant, eternally mourning the betrayal of her son, Azul. It was this Maly who struck a pact with Luara, ultimately saving the Maehr.

Uradas, on the other hand, has transformed into a jovial presence. He now implores caution upon the Maehr, advising them against becoming fanatical murderers of faith. In his mortal life, he had to disown his son and clash with Azulites. Today, he asks one thing of the Maehr: to rescue those they can and guide them to the realm of spirits. He urges them to refrain from shedding Maehr blood whenever possible. It was this Maehr who took the difficult step of imprisoning his own son, Azul.

Arganos
The Festive
Patreon Ancestor of Bards, Celebrations, Narcotics, and Mirth.

Arganos, a malyker who thrived during the age of Magara’lin, was renowned for his extravagant gatherings, which often extended for months in celebration. It was this Maehr who not only fostered revelry but also made a significant discovery for the Maehr community. Arganos was the one who revealed the presence of Bethuraz, the spirit of revelry, to the maehr and championed their worship. His contributions left a mark on the maehrian people, forever intertwining the name of Bethuraz with the Maehr's history of joyous festivities and reverence.

Moryvan
The Great
Patreon Ancestor of Generals, Military Leaders, and combatants, and Loyality.

Moryvan, a valiant Maly, dedicated his service to two distinct Maehr figures during pivotal moments in history. In the tumultuous era of the War of the Four Brothers, he stood as loyal Lord Commander in Velulaei's garrison, bearing the responsibility of leading with unyielding commitment. And once more, when the shadows of the Azul Heresy loomed over the Maehr, Moryvan retook his mantle, this time under the banner of Uradas. He returned to his role as a commanding figure, he led fearless charges against the Azulites, tirelessly combating the discord that threatened our unity. In the culmination of this relentless struggle, Moryvan's insight proved invaluable as he divined the decisive siege that ultimately ended the Azul Heresy, cementing his legacy as a pivotal figure in Maehr history.

Agate
The Jaded
Patreon Ancestor of Metallurgists, Scribes, Crafters, and Pragmatism. 

Agate, one of the first five Jusmia, is credited with the creation of the ancient forges of Magara’lin. Revered for his unparalleled craftsmanship, Agate was a stern and unyielding elf who, while not universally beloved, commanded immense respect and a measure of fear throughout the city of Magara’lin. His temper was infamous, a tempestuous force that only began to abate with the fall of Magara’lin. Amid the tumultuous times of the Azul Heresy, he rallied as many clans as he could muster, and orchestrated their exodus from the tumultuous Magara’lin, ultimately finding refuge in Reza’jer. To this day, their descendants uphold the legacy of Agate, preserving the knowledge and culture that they rescued from the ashes of their homeland.

Hau’ner

The Hunter
Patreon Ancestor of Hunters, Farmers, Beast Tamers, and Tenacity

Hau’ner, a stalwart figure, led his clan, The Qua’Req, through the subterranean depths of Magara’lin. Renowned for his remarkable abilities, it was Hau’ner who achieved the remarkable feat of domesticating the Lurkers, transforming these formidable creatures into invaluable beasts of burden. Through his expertise, the city was enriched with a bountiful array of fauna and flora, serving as vital resources for both craftsmanship and sustenance. However, as the shadow of the Azul Heresy fell upon Magara’lin, Hau’ner's dedication to the Maehr cause took a heroic turn. He harnessed the hordes of Lurkers and other untamed beasts, directing their formidable might against the Azulites. In this act of valor, Hau’ner played a pivotal role in the defense of his people, unleashing the very creatures he had tamed to thwart the forces of discord and preserve the Maehr way of life.

The Dal’makia Trio
The Ancient Lords of Trade
Patreons Ancestor of Merchants, Traders, and Greed

The Dal’makia, a trio of formidable brothers, held sway over the bustling trade networks of Magara’lin. Their influence was vast, with guilds that permeated the city's underground, ensuring that virtually every transaction ultimately flowed through their grasp. Not content with local dominance, the Dal’makia siblings embarked on a grand expansion. Their trade enterprises extended beyond the confines of Magara’lin, reaching every corner of ancient Axios. Through their shrewd and far-reaching endeavors, they not only solidified their own legacy but also played a pivotal role in shaping the economic landscape of an entire era.

Waenia
The Healer
Patreon Ancestor of Medics, Doctors, Witch Doctors, and Concern

Waenia's path was one of transformation. Once a bandit lurking beneath the shadows of Magara’lin, her life took a profound turn upon encountering Velulaei. Guided by newfound purpose, she devoted herself to a higher cause. While dwelling beneath the city, Waenia passionately spread the teachings of Akezo and delved deep into the study of the human body. Her advocacy extended to promoting the principles of a healthy diet, regular physical activity, and the restorative properties of sleep. When the bitter storm of the Azul Heresy descended upon Magara’lin, Waenia emerged as a beacon of resistance in the underrealm. She orchestrated a relentless campaign of counter-guerrilla warfare against the Azulites, tirelessly defending her people and their way of life. In her unwavering commitment to the Maehr cause, Waenia's journey from bandit to guardian is an inspiring testament to the transformative power of dedication and purpose.

Renelia
The Resolute

Patreon ancestor of the unyielding, the stoic, and comradery

Renelia, the daughter of Velulaei and an embodiment of resilience, is held in reverence for her unwavering fortitude and unyielding strength. Her life's journey was marked by trials and tribulations, and yet, she emerged as a beacon of unwavering perseverance, an enduring symbol of hope for her people. In their darkest hours, Renelia's spirit serves as a guiding light, infusing her kin with the courage to remain steadfast in the face of adversity. The Velulaei’onn, in their profound respect for her legacy, endeavor to emulate Renelia's unwavering determination and resilience in all aspects of their lives. Her shrines stand as a testament to her enduring spirit, adorned with the relics of battle—armor and weapons still bearing the marks of hard-fought struggles.

Khel
The Zealot
Patreon Ancestor of the Zealot, Warriors, Wrath, and Fury

The name Khel Oussana stands as a mark within the pages of history, a trail of blood etched deeply into the world. This Malyker, Khel, earned a place of legendary notoriety by liberating the Ker from the cruel yoke of Mori enslavement in days long past. His journey was one of relentless determination, a fierce and brutal crusade that shattered the oppressors and sent them fleeing in disarray, scattered to the winds. Khel, in the prime of his life and well into his later years, was a figure of wrathful intensity. However, to those fortunate enough to earn his friendship, he revealed a kinder aspect of his nature. Yet, in the echoes of his existence, Khel remains a unique anomaly among Ancestral Spirits. He defied the boundaries of the afterlife, breaching the veil that separates the mortal realm from the ethereal. With unbridled rage, he traversed Stargush and the Soulstream, embarking on a relentless quest to obliterate the remnants of his own clan—a chilling testament to the consequences of provoking the ire of an ancestor. Khel's actions serve as a haunting reminder of the power that can be unleashed when ancestral fury is stirred.

Koltira
The Mentor
Patreon Ancestor of Teachers, Sages, and Wisdom

Koltira Ravexxi, the visionary founder of Dark Haven, embarked on a transformative journey that drew the admiration of many, despite not residing in Stargush. This paternal figure extended his wisdom and guidance to countless souls, serving as a beacon of enlightenment. Koltira's profound influence extended beyond the boundaries of his physical presence. One of his most notable accomplishments was his pivotal role in introducing the concept of Ancestral praise to the Malyker community, including the formidable Khel Oussana and numerous dark elves. This act of enlightenment and spiritual awakening reshaped the course of their lives, drawing them closer to the veneration of their ancestors.

Lenden
The Joyful
Patreon Ancestor of the Helpful, Joy, and Compassion

Leyden's early life was marked by a stint as a bandit, a path that he would later abandon to become a warm-hearted and benevolent Ker. His transformation into a jolly and helpful figure in the community was profound, and there were few individuals whom Leyden would not extend a helping hand to. His unwavering commitment to aiding others earned him the favor and respect of many during his lifetime. However, it was Leyden's deep-seated abhorrence for those who resorted to banditry and theft that set him apart. He went to great lengths to confront and combat these nefarious elements, actively working to thwart their actions. In his unwavering dedication to justice and the well-being of others, Leyden demonstrated the power of personal transformation and the profound impact one individual can have in creating positive change within their community.

Wytall
The Warsage
Patreon Ancestor of The Cunning, Intelligence, and Guidance

Wytall remains a figure shrouded in mystery, with little information available about his life. However, his deeds and wise counsel were of such profound significance that they secured him a revered place within the hallowed realm of Stargush. In life, the memory of this enigmatic dark elf is cherished by many, and the wisdom he imparted continues to resonate with those fortunate enough to have received it. Even in the ethereal realm of Stargush, Wytall's presence endures. He roams the sacred grounds, extending his helping hand to both new spirits and mortals, embodying the timeless essence of compassion and guidance. The enduring fondness and reverence with which Wytall is recalled by those who had the privilege of knowing him stand as a testament to the rare and enduring impact one can have on the lives of others, even in the face of limited knowledge about their existence.

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The Moonwarden Conclave, forged under the Grand Warden's vision, stands as a newly-formed organization dedicated to upholding the ancestral traditions that form the core of maehr culture. Its mission extends beyond guardianship, evolving into a guiding light that beckons others to collaborate and flourish. A Moonwarden, entrusted with the responsibility of orchestrating the significant lunar-month events and rituals, also serves as a counsel for those in search of sage guidance. Those who ascend to Moonwarden status within the maehr community represent the pinnacle of excellence.

Grand Warden

Ulath’utoral | Utoral’ana

The leader of the Moonwarden Conclave, the Grand Warden (Ulath’utoral | Utoral’ana) holds a very important role within the culture of the maehr. It is the job of the Grand Warden to ensure that the people are taught of the culture, that the ancestors are worshiped and revered and that our people remain true to the path that they are meant to walk. It is a title that should be taken by one willing to put the malyker as a whole before themselves.

As the leader of the Moonwarden Conclave, the Grand Warden decides if a maehr should join the ranks as a Moonwarden. They oversee the activities within the nation’s library, ensure that our stories are passed down properly and make certain that all funeral rites are done correctly. They alone appoint citizens as Moonwardens.

Another role, and perhaps one of the most important parts of a Grand Warden’s position within the State, is the creation of laws that pertain to the use of magic and the boundaries of religion. Due to this critical task, the Grand Warden plays an immense role in shaping the State’s view and beliefs in these topics. They must be well read in all things arcane, spiritual and otherwise magical, and true in their convictions to guide the maehr in a way that aligns with the culture and the will of the Primarch.

Moonwarden

Utoral-velulaeya

Every member of the Moonwarden Conclave is a Moonwarden - it is the umbrella term given to those who join the ranks under the Grand Warden. It is the duty of the Moonwardens to ensure the Four Pillars are honored and that the culture of the malyker is maintained and thriving. A Moonwarden can do this in many different ways, though this will be decided upon when they join the Conclave. Various tasks that a Moonwarden may find themselves doing are tending to the library, carrying out funeral rites, or spreading the history of the maehr through lore readings. There is much to being a Moonwarden, and it should be viewed as quite an honorable title to uphold.

Library Keeper

Darmyr-olannora

There can only ever be one Darmyr-olannora, as they are the one that oversees the library as a whole. Their job is to ensure that books are stocked and accounted for, but also that we are seeing updated tomes joining our collection. They recruit librarians, ollanoravotzh, to work under them to aid with keeping the library in tip top shape and to keep the flow of knowledge going. They answer directly to the Grand Warden.

Librarian

Olannoravot

A specialized role, members of the Conclave hand-picked by the Darmyr-olannora to help run and upkeep the library. They serve as both scholars who expand the content of knowledge held in the library's shelves, as well as experts of the existing records. 

Keeper of Ash

Darmyr aeth Keruk

The Darmyr aeth Keruk is a role dedicated to the task of tending to the deceased. Their role encompasses the care of the earthly vessel of the departed, ensuring that the remains are treated with utmost respect and dignity. This responsibility extends to doing their final rites and cremation, marking the transition from the physical realm to the afterlife. Through their service, the Darmyr aeth Keruk not only pays homage to the departed but also offers solace and closure to the grieving families who entrust them with this sacred duty.

Lorespeaker

Sanryr-kthul

The role of a Sanryr-kthul is one of significance within the Conclave, as they are the keepers of maehr tales and history. They possess a deep familiarity with the lore and wisdom contained within the maehr tradition, and they are tasked with sharing this knowledge with the maehr. With a natural talent for storytelling, they ensure that the cultural heritage of the maehr continues to thrive and flourish, passing down the wisdom of the ancestors to future generations.

Seeker

Zuloayr

A maehr who desires to join the ranks of the Moonwardens will start as a Seeker, or Zuloayr in the tongue of the malyker. A Seeker has much to prove to those who they aim to be kin of, and through a series of trials and taks, they will work towards ascending to the proper title of Moonwarden. It is a great honor to join the Conclave, and so the Seeker must work hard to prove their commitment to not just the other Moonwardens but to the entirety of the maehr people.

THE DESCENT OF A SERPENT

147 S.A, The 14th of The Deep Cold

The cursed bard twirled in a dance with his lifelong companion, Jerry, the Treasurer eternally bound to the Heial'tahu for his unwavering dedication. This memory, now a relic of ages past, held the utmost significance in his heart, dating back to the days of New Savoy. Just prior to his descent into death, despair, and agony.
 

The life of the mali'ker was a ceaseless disorder, marked by misfortune from the moment he entered this realm. His mother's fate was predetermined, as she would meet her demise before she could even set eyes upon her offspring. In contrast stood his brother, predestined to tread the noble path of a Prince, thereby offering his sibling the chance to become an advisor. Alas, he faltered, ultimately resigning from his position, entrusting the responsibility of safeguarding Nor'asath's prosperity to his subordinates. A sheer plunge followed, leading him into a profound abyss of madness, a descent that only deepened with the passage of time. New Savoy stood as his sole solace, albeit fleetingly so.

The Final Will and Testament of Relnol Loa’Chil

This evening marks the passing of Relnol, once a prominent figure within the Silan'siol and Heial'tahu, but now reduced to a mere fool. He has sent letters to those he held dear.

Enomi Dravnu -

Clan Lord Netseth Loa’Chil -

Clan Loa’Chil -

Inny Yuln’aher -

Glorier Maiheiuh - 

Relnol Loa'Chil left behind no belongings, he only had pocket change which will be forwarded to Enomi Dravnu along with his engagement ring which she provided. 

Signed,

Relnol Loa'Chil.

 

☾༻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻☾ꈊ☽⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻༺☽

I, Daichia Jusmia, recalls and so states. A vision of the spirits have alarmed me. 

The Betrayer of Aerial returns. Our true enemy, our scorn. Iblees returns. A vision of the spirits showed me such. The Arch Daemon snarls at mortal kind. 

Prepare....

Prepare....

For the Third Dread War be upon us. 

Acria sat poised in the very seat she had occupied for countless days of her reign. Before her lay the table where she ceremoniously spun her modest metal circlet. As the melodic echo of metal on marble filled the air, memories flooded her mind, harking back to the fateful day when Qudlia had leaped, the sound of her impact lingering like a dull thud.

Her thoughts wandered back to the words they had exchanged upon the palace's pinnacle many years prior.

Acria forcefully brought her hand down upon the circlet, abruptly halting its motion. She rose from her seat, carrying the circlet with her, and made her way to the edge of the roof. There, she held the circlet at her waist, feeling the caress of the wind against her skin as she gazed upon the city she now governed.

It had been her enduring aspiration for an extensive period—to ascend to the role of Primarch—and now she wore the crown. No longer were there obstacles impeding her desires. Yet, despite all this, Acria found herself frowning.

Acria's inner voice resounded with a resolute conviction. "No, this is insufficient," she ruminated. Merely donning the crown and presenting herself as a luminary figure did not fulfill her deepest longing. She possessed everything one could ever covet—a kingdom she ruled. Yet, it left her yearning for more.

Raising the crown to frame the grandeur of the city from her elevated vantage point, she contemplated, "Now, who shall I burden with this responsibility," a strange smile graced her lips, "Yes, that individual will suffice."

With a swift pivot on her heels, Acria strode purposefully towards the lift that would transport her to the rest of the city, eager to share the momentous news. A new Primarch was to be crowned.