“May snow ever fall on the Princedom!”

A mali’fenn cavalryman before dying. Circa. 1683 

The Princedom of Fenn has long been a militaristic nation, bragging militaristic might against its fellow elven nations. Its people are sculpted in the harsh conditions of the tundra and hardened by their history of persecution. These people, the Mali’Fenn, are known for their tenacity and unwillingness to surrender, staying as dangerous and unforgiving as the blizzards of the Yatl Wastelands in the direst of situations. Young Mali’Fenn are trained in the matters of survival and combat so that they may survive the unforgiving place they call home and protect it from those who would do it harm, but those in this group push themselves further. Loyal only to their Grand Prince, these men and women would gladly lay down their lives to defend their home and their people. 

The Ivae’fenn is the name given to them, warriors who have joined in the preservation, and defence of the Princedom and its Grand Prince. The actual translation from Ancient Elven is “Military of Fenn”, and it acts as the nation’s protector and its enforcer of laws.

Ranks, Duties, & Payment

Sentinel 

If there are few Wardens there are even less Sentinels. They act as the Grand Prince or (if active) Grand Marshall's hands. Their leadership skills, tactics, and accomplishments have earned them the right to hold this position. They are officers who issue orders, patrols, and missions to their comrades both in war and peace times.

Warden

Wardens... there are only a few, and they act as officers. Their leadership skills, tactics, and experience in combat have been recognized. Consulted by those above and below them for their thoughts on various military matters or advanced battle techniques.

Duties: The Wardens are required to host at least one specialization training and 1 PVP training per two Elven weeks and attend/host 1 CRP training per elven week. They are also required to lead 1 patrol per elven week.

Vanguard

 The Vanguard holds equivalent rank to sergeants. There are multiple of them, and it is their responsibility to train the soldiers and help lead them into battle as well. They must have excellent leadership skills and experience in combat. Seeing as these soldiers are considered to be junior officers, they will occasionally be consulted regarding higher military matters and decisions. Some are even granted ‘Honorary Officer’ and given the ability to hold trainings and patrols.

Duties: The Vanguards are required to take part in at least 1 patrol per Elven week. They are also required to do 1 gate duty hour per week and attend 1 pvp training and 1 spec training per 2 weeks. They are also tasked with keeping the city quiet and work as the local police. While not enforced, they should also teach Initiates the ins and outs of protecting the Princedom.

Guardian

Guardians are the average soldiers of the Ivae'fenn, and therefore its backbone. They fight in squads during battles, guard the Princedom, and do all else the Grand Prince and Wardens require of them. While they are able to lead Initiates, it's rare they are put in positions of leadership.

Duties: Guardians are required to take part in at least 1 patrol per Elven week. They are also required to do 2 gate duty hours per week and attend 1 pvp training and 1 spec training per 2 weeks. They are also tasked with keeping the city quiet and work as the local police. While not enforced, they should also teach Initiates the ins and outs of protecting the Princedom.

Initiate

Initiates are citizens who have just joined the Ivae'fenn. During this stage, they are given intense training in commands, weaponry, formations, and other concepts that will be vital for their success. Until such a time as they are ready, they perform menial labor within the ranks of the Ivae'fenn, though they shall still fight in battles when their presence is deemed necessary.

Duties: Initiates must pass the Formations Training and the Combat Training to be ranked up to Guardian. Until then they must help with minor tasks such as preparing horses, and janitor work.

Overall Rules

• Initiates who do not get promoted within an Elven month will be removed from the Ivae’fenn.

• Members of the Ivae’fenn who miss their periodic (once per Elven month)  mandatory combat training may be demoted.

• Payment is dependent upon activity.

• 1 Sentinel at all times.

Ivae’fenn Specializations

Each soldier has their own individual capabilities and specialities. To expand upon these abilities, the Ivae’fenn has specializations for those enlisted to take part in missions suited for them and to expand their skills. Specialization statistics and logging of patrols and gate duty hours are largely the responsibility of Wardens. 

• For an Initiate to rank up to Guardian, they must be adept in basic melee combat (Spear/Sword). Then, they must have passed the Formations Training and the Combat Training.

• For a Guardian to rank up to Vanguard,, they must be Expert on the Melee (Spear/Sword) and Expert on the Cavalry spec. Then, they also need 15 hours of gate duty, 10 patrols and 3 missions.

* All Ivae’Fenn initiates who are promoted to Guardian are required to take the Oath of Fealty.

Specializations

Siege Engineer

Cavalry

 Scout

Healer

Melee

Archery

Definitions, Clarifications, and Requirements

Patrols

Each patrol should last at least 15 Elven minutes. Standard patrol routes include patrolling around the walls of the capitol, any nearby forests, forts, and main roads. Specific patrol route details are issued by Wardens and the Grand Prince. A patrol is going from point A to point B.

Gate Duty

Gate Duty guidelines are to be found in the Ivae'fenn Gate Duty Manual. This consists of guarding the gates and questioning those who enter. Taking weapons or doing escorts as needed.

Missions

Missions are special assignments tasked by Warden/Grand Prince. These assignments can be anywhere from detailed scouting reports, to outpost construction, to defensive probing, mapping new settlements or special tasks that need to be done.

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Credits:  Prior Ivae’Fenn officers for reference material, TDubs for putting this post together!

Since the first reign of Aelthos III Tundrak, the Fennic council has remained mostly static. Initially designed with the intent to satisfy the demands of Aelthos’s time, the changes in our world bring about new challenges, therefore demanding that Fenn adapt in kind. In order to embark on this new direction, Grand Prince Aelthos III Tundrak has set about reorganizing the Fennic council. With the above in mind, the following changes will occur:

1. Due to being deemed unnecessary, the office of the Grand Chancellor is abolished forthwith.

2. As instructed by Wyvurn, the position of Arch Vigilant shall always be fulfilled by a woman of the faith..

3. The position of High Emissary will be relegated to the Lower Council.

4. Due to being deemed unnecessary, the office of the Grand Exchequer is abolished forthwith. The duties of the Bilok’Thuln will be transferred to the Ivae’Fenn.

5. The position of Grand Steward will be relegated to the Lower Council.

6. Due to past abuses and injustices, the office of the Grand Treasurer is abolished forthwith. From here on out, the treasury will be managed only by the Grand Prince or Princess.

From these changes arises a Lower Council to handle many of the smaller matters that affect Fenn on the daily. The positions are as such:

1. High Emissary

2. Grand Steward

3. Bloodline Heads

HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Aelthos of the Tundrak Bloodline, third of his name,

Grand Prince of the Princedom of Fenn and Mali’Fenn, Patriarch of the Tundrak Bloodline, Protector of the Idhren’tirn, Hesin’fin, Commander of the Citadel of Acael, Protector of Tahu’lareh, the chosen of Wyrvun

*`~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`*

Datura Sylric laid in her bed, her body had began to look more like a skeleton as the days passed. Her body had been failing her slowly, her skin turning as pale as a ghost, and the mali’fenn knew she did not have much longer. Varvhur slowly opened the door to her room, quietly speaking to her.

”How are you feeling mayilu?”

She looked up towards her darling fiance, Varvhur Feno Drakon. He went to sit beside her, going to hold her hand gingerly. He rarely left her side in her state, tending to her needs. She spoke up softly,

“Varvhie… Why do we not get married? Better now than never right?”

The mali’fenn smiled somberly, rubbing her thumb on his hand. Varvhur looked at her with shock, holding her hand tightly with both of his hands. He stayed silent, before nodding in agreement. Varvhur then pulled her hand onto his cheek, before standing up slowly. He then got up, gathering the preparations for what they needed during that night.

The two of them left that next morning, going to the Wayshrine of Irem to pray and give their sacrificial offering to Irem. Datura spoke with weak words, but they were accompanied by Varvhur’s strong, yet soft, words:

“Irem, ey’o prose ot Nae tah illere Nae’r leye maya edt mede ayilu tes. Tah illere ern fih ey’e lliran edt Nae’r mali. Epi nae evareh il’naer kisin. Se Nae’r anuh’wy ey’o iller ey’i tayna edt prose ot ey’o epi yallr kath ime ito Nae’r epa edt endo.”

With the small offering the duo went out into the snow, wearing the ceremonial furs they had long since gathered for this day, to hunt whatever animal they could with what time Datura had left.

Varvhur quickly ushered her into the woods, clutching his Parir’katas tight in one of his armored hands, his other hand wrapped around Datura’s arm as they walked. They walked for seemingly hours until finally finding a clearing in the woods.

“Shall we rest here mayilu?” Varvhur spoke calmly down towards Datura, smiling gently.

The smaller mali’fenn nodded, looking up at him with tired eyes. Varvhur quickly went to gathering branches of a tree, after sitting her down on a grouping of rocks. Varvhur then began to click his flint and steel, starting a simple campfire. He then quickly helped Datura up, ushering his mayilu to the warmth of the fire. 

They sat by the small campfire, holding one another’s hands as the winds filled with the flurries of snow whipped around them.

“Varvhie..?” Datura gently whispered into the night.

“Yes mayilu?” He responded in a soft, worried tone.

“Ahernan.. For everything you have done for me and for the Princedom. For loving me with all of your heart, for managing to return home after all those years of being gone.” Datura kissed his hand gently, “Ahernan.”

Varvhur just softly smiled, kissing her forehead in response. “Itone.”

As they sat there in their own world, a large stag emerged from the woods towards the clearing. Varvhur would begin to stand, grabbing his trusty Parir’katas. Giving one last kiss on her hand, he went off to do what needed to be done…

After what seemed to be hours passed, Varvhur returned with the stag to their campsite over his shoulder. Datura would sit up once again, her face reflecting an exhausted smile. Varvhur’s own face was beaming with pride.

“Varvhie- you did it again!” Datura chuckled out.

“I know! Look at the size of him!” The mali’fenn laughed in return, grinning from ear to ear. “Let us get to it then, ti?”

Datura nodded, and got up to start cutting out the heart of the noble creature with her sacrificial dagger necessary for the ritual. She then set the heart out in front of a small statuette of Wyrvun she had brought along, looking up at the night sky.

“Forgive me Wyrvun- it seems this is all I am able to do for you.. But I hope it is enough for Varvhur Feno Drakon and I’s souls to be bound.”

Varvhur gently rubbed her back, before going down on his knees with her. She begins to take the blood of the heart and place her thumb print on the forehead of herself and Varvhur.. meekly laughing. She would then dip her finger in its heart once more, to make a stripe of blood on his cheek. Varvhur laughed softly in return, putting his thumb in the heart of the stag. He slowly made the stripe of blood on her cheek, taking in every moment as he stared into her eyes.

Datura then crawled a bit on the ground to grab her pack she brought with her. Looking through its contents she pulled out a beautiful short steel dagger. On the bottom of its hilt was a light purple jewel- a familiar weapon.

“Varvhur.. I give you this dagger in the hopes that you may cherish it like I have. While there are two in this world- they were made by a loving friend I do not think you will ever have the chance to meet. Ka Klad, the Golem.”

Varvhur then turned around to grab his own pack, looking at her with saddened eyes. He knew this gift was fruitless- that it would not do as it meant; but he would give her the memory she desperately desired. He handed over a simple shield, engraved with snowflakes and decorated in paint of a pale lavender.

“Datura.. I wanted to make you a shield to protect you when I could not, to keep you safe when I am away..”

Datura looked at him with bright eyes, a wide smile on her pale face, and went to find the silver snow fox pin in her pouch.

“Varvhur- while I know I am likely not to be by your side for much longer; I promise to love you with all of my heart. To make you hot cocoa when you need it, and feed you the cake you oh so love. To heal you when I can on my last days on this plane..” Datura shakingly pinned his fur together, a bittersweet smile on her face.

Varvhur cleared his throat and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. “Datura- I promise for the time we have left I will protect you. I will give you warmth and all the love within my heart. That you may rest easy knowing I will be here for you. That you are my one and only- my everything.” He would look in his supplies, pulling out a silver bear pin and pinning her furs together.

Datura jokingly spoke, “I now pronounce us Husband and Wife.. you may now kiss this bride.”

And so Varvhur did, and the two began to cook up the meat of the stag for their celebratory dinner- accompanied with two glasses of Datura’s Hot Cocoa. After their meal they laid together, bundled up in the furs and blankets they brought along with them.

”I love you mayilu...” Datura gently whispered, before falling asleep.

”I love you too mayilu...” Varvhur sleepily responded.

When the morning came- Varvhur found Datura as cold and white as the snow around them. Her face though was turned into a soft smile, a genuine restful smile. Shaking her- he tried to wake her but to no avail, the mali’fenn was dead.

Heartbroken, he packed up their things and carried her lifeless body all the way home…
 

*`~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`*

All that would be left of the pair were her belongings that were scattered across the Princedom of Fenn, along with an open letter to all who wished to read:

“To the Princedom of Fenn, I gave you all of my heart and spirit. I tried to bring us together when times were tough, be the shoulder for all who needed it, and I tried my best to help all who wanted to join amongst the might of the mali’fenn. I am sorry that my time amongst you all was so short- but it seems that my time is coming quicker than I would have hoped. I have left my collection of books to be donated to the library in hopes of adding to our further collection of knowledge.

To my adopted mother, Velatha Sylric, I leave you my last ever made Snow Fox plushie. I am sorry to leave you so soon- I love you and I thank you for how much you tried to support me in this time. I trust you know what to do with the vase.

To Taveric Sylric, I hope that you are okay in your bee endeavors! And with your love. You were like the Uncle I never knew- and I trusted you to keep myself and the Princedom safe.

To my Sister-In-Law Grand Princess Aroiia Drakon, I leave you my Silkie Chicken. Something tells me you would like her- and take care of her well. She is a dependable hen- that is for sure. If she ever gets fussy- just feed her extra seed and she should mellow out.

To Rithon Drakon, I leave you my beloved Fennic Dip Pen. I had carried that with me as a symbol of hope when I traveled across the lands. I hope you may use it ever more to write your lovely ballads. Maybe one about me someday hmm? I'm only kidding of course.

To Chomylla Atmorice, I know we have butted heads every once in a while- but you were one of the most passionate members amongst the Idhren’tirn and Ivae’fenn. I know you wanted a Snow Fox so badly, so I leave you my beloved Snowdrop, just make sure to feed her lots of sweet berries and she should adjust just fine.

To Faelyn Gildove; I am sorry we did not get to spend much time together- but I hope you enjoyed the time we did have. I know you tried your best to get me to rest- and that I was often stubborn. Learn from my mistakes, and feel free to look at the fishies in the Aquarium anytime. To you I leave you some of my most beloved treasures. The Diamond and Pearl Bracelet was from my great companion Ka Klad- as a gift from his first Impera. The Short Steel Dagger was also forged by that same Ka Klad- and is the second of a pair. Varvhur has the other. The last gift is my original Cake Cookbook. Maybe try to make a recipe or two please? To let my desserts live on?

With much love, I hope to see you all again.

Datura Sylric

Epi Wyrvun okarnae.”

A young man dressed in a black and yellow uniform would appear infront of the two, a letter on his hands. He would be soaked from running all over Arcas.

”To my old friends Varan and Alenia Atmorice, due to the recent change in leadership, you are both invited to Fenn once more as your loyalty has not been forgotten. May Wyvurn guide your way to our Princedom” The letter would have a blue flower in it.

-Signed Grand Prince Aelthos Tundrak

Signed 1772.

A contract between Grand Prince Aelthos Tundrak III and the Heusstandarte Company shall be ratified with immediate effect. The contract, mutually negotiated by both parties’ liaison corps and by credence of their masters, entails the following stipulations;

• The Heusstandarte Company shall henceforth act in a leal capacity at the direction of Grand Prince Aelthos Tundrak III.

• A sum of fifty-thousand Minae shall be consigned to the Heusstandarte Company coffers.

• A permanent outpost shall be entrusted in the name of Commander Martin Heusmann, to serve as the company’s base of operations.

Signed,

His Highness Aelthos Tundrak III, Grand Prince of Fenn

Martin Heussman, Commandant of the Heusstandarte

Tomas Bernt Fitzgerald Esq, Business Attorney

The letter would be delivered to Aesilnoth by a young man dressed in a black and yellow uniform.

“To my beloved uncle Aesilnoth, I would like for you to join me in Fenn to remember the good old times. It has been a while since we last spoke.” The letters would be poorly written, indicating it was personally written by Aelthos. 

-Signed Grand Prince Aelthos Tundrak

Hey King, You Dropped This

“A bit awkward to be meeting in a tavern of all places for something like this.” Aelthos grumbled, helping himself to a sip of his wine. He looked around, appreciating how much nicer the place was since he had left, but still feeling almost uncomfortable being out in the open like this. He could at least take solace in knowing that it was a slower evening, and there were only a handful of patrons below.

“Better than that stiff throne.” his son, Grand Prince Akkar, laughed. “Come on, admit it, you hated sitting on that damn thing too.”

Aelthos smiled, now beginning to be at ease. His son was the happiest he had seen him in… almost ever. The burden of rulership lay heavy on the shoulders of those who believed they were fit for it, and many who took that challenge were driven to ruin. Such had nearly happened to him, just as it happened to his other son. It was good to see that being prince had seemingly uplifted Akkar, much unlike what it had done to Aldred.

“It’s been ages, father, so long that I thought you were dead.” Akkar confessed, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m glad that you ventured all the way here. I don’t know what I would’ve done had you not.” he said, his tone having shifted from his jovial self. 

Aelthos smirked, propping one foot atop the other. “You think I’m the type to just go and die? I’ve lived too damn long to keel over anytime soon.”

“I suppose not.” Akkar smiled as he rested his arms on the table, leaning forward and looking his father in the eye. “How’s a third run sound to you?” he asked suddenly.

Aelthos blinked. “Huh?”

“I know, I’ve just sprung it upon you quite unfairly, but I must be honest with both you and myself…” he began, biting his lip as he paused to take a swig of his own wine. “I’d like some time to rest, father, and I believe that you’re the man best-suited to take my place. You’ve led us twice before, so you know how this all works. I won’t force you into anything, though, if you don’t want to.”

Aelthos simply sat there for a moment, almost glaring at his son. Quite a way to spring such a serious matter upon him, and in such a casual setting too. Damn the youth and their propensity for tactlessness, he thought to himself, grumbling. However, he almost had an admiration for the approach, it was one that was markedly unique- of course it would be a son of his that would find such a way. What kind of father would he be if he declined?

“Fine.” he muttered, crossing his arms. “Third time’s a charm, isn’t it?” he chortled, downing the rest of his wine. “You’ve done well, son. It’s about time I’ve gotten back in the swing of things. I reckon it’s time I see some old faces once again- they wouldn’t dare ignore the summons of the Grand Prince!” he guffawed, at this point talking to himself more than to Akkar.

“Indeed…” Akkar murmured, looking down at the ground floor of the tavern. He was met with several faces looking back at him. “They must be confused as hell…” he whispered to himself, amused with the thought. “Oh well. They’ll understand things soon enough.”

The father and son had many more drinks that night, and their conversation drew so long that the talk of abdication became merely an aside that the two would deal with in the morning. For now, though, the men merely enjoyed the company of each other and the patrons that were there, for nothing is as rare and fortunate as conducting a transfer of power that goes over smoothly.

A bird would deliver a letter to all of the Atmorice Bloodline family members…

”To the remnants of the Atmorice family, I, Chomylla Atmorice, have returned to our homeland of Fenn.  While this was supposed to be a moment of joy, I only found disappointment when saw everyone had left the walls of the Princedom. Not only did you turn your backs to our land and people, but you also turned your backs to our duties to Wyvrun. The same Wyvrun who saved us from our madness so long ago.

To all of those who remain I inform you that I will be taking over the role as Matriarch of the Bloodline and carry on the duties of our family to our people. I am doing this in order to bring a better future to our family, our people, and the Princedom of Fenn as a whole. So please, if any of you out there still care for our home and our duty towards Wyvrun, return and help myself bring back the glory of older days.

Chomylla Atmorice, Matriarch of the Atmorice Bloodline

”Dear Aesilnoth...

We have not been close in the slightest. You have insulted me numerous of times for me not keeping my tongue due to only being a ‘lowly bar wench’. But today I will not be silenced. I am no longer that meek lowly barkeep you once knew. I understood your circumstances for leaving Fenn. I myself did not like that mad Grand Prince. I thought it was overboard for them to smash your limbs, and I was genuinely afraid to return home to Tahu’Lareh. But yet when I heard Akkar took up the throne, I returned home. The world outside of Wyvrun’s blessing was too harsh for myself, and I had no other home besides there. You did not return although Akkar dropped all previous restrictions on those Aelthos had banned. You stayed in Aegrothond. Which this is fine. You seemed closer with them than any people of Fenn that remained. And Aegrothond is a wonderful place indeed.

But you cannot claim what Grand Prince Akkar has or has not done for his people. He has lead mass reconstruction efforts to serve the people better. The New Grand Council has been making strives to revive our religion, re-organize our people, and serve those who have been wronged in the past. Whether or not you claim Tundrak blood has no concern to me, but your blatant slander and mischievous actions cause me great grief. You say you protect all mali’fenn,  yet I have not heard a single peep from you until Akkar disowned all Tundraks who fled Fenn in its time of need. You care not for our people or Wyvrun, but rather your own self gain. You had all possibilities to return home, to ask of our well-being. Instead you call us ghosts and snow. 

Your own daughter was willing to come, to visit, to check up on us every now and again. But you can not?

You have attacked your own people within hospitals, caused countless fights, and been extremely reckless and unkind in the past. Once again you deceive others to fit the narrative you want, and I am now realizing you are unbelievably aggressive. Fenn does not need this in a time of its healing. Fenn does not need more unrest within its people. 

You may be asking yourself, Datura, how have you helped your own people? I came back. I stepped up. I finally stood up for myself and asked to be on the Grand Council. To help where I can. To help those on the Grand Council with whatever tasks they needed to be completed. And when I am not doing that I stay in my tavern. I talk to those who may need help or are worried or just want a bit of distraction. I introduce our culture to wanderers who come and visit the great land of Fenn.

Not all service has to be through bloodshed and violence as you so hold dear to your heart. We are a militaristic people, but in the end we are all just people. Soldiers or not, we can still love, laugh, and learn.
 

Datura Tathvir”

_______________________________________________

To my relative, Akkar, 

I write to you after much deliberation, and admittedly -- hesitance. I grew, for the most part, in isolation from my kin, and my people as a whole. My maln stipulated in his will that I, his young daughter, would be upbrought far from the war with plagued our lush and abundant earth, until recently. Nevertheless, within me was instilled a profound love for Wyvurn and the Mali’Fenn

As the only standing daughter, and heir, to the late Grand prince, Aelthir, the Second of His Name, I consequently wish to know the intentions you have for my people -- your goals, and its tentative future.

If your intentions lack nobility, and this reemergence of the Fennic throne is to satiate any whims for power of yours, cease this foolishness, and permit for Wyvurn’s will to be fulfilled -- and for his legacy to be put to rest.

SIGNED

Princess Lydienne Almithara of Fenn, Princess of Tahu’lareh

“Dear son of Varan Atmorice, I write to you in response to your letter in the midst of the great revival of our Princedom.

I understood by your wording within the letter I received from you, that you are almost completely oblivious to the current world around you. Firstly I would quote your previous words; “you have a fallen Princedom to manage for Wyrvun’s sake” and to say that this was ironic would be a colossal understatement, mainly, because it was under your own place within my fathers council that this Princedom almost fell, whats more; after failing our people in your duties and seemingly vanishing, you still have the gall to speak Wyvruns name even after forsaking his people and leading Fenn into such a poor state. Your father has already told me how you would steal away the relic armour of your ancestors, claiming it for your own even when it is in-fact a family owned relic, one that shouldn’t be stolen so lightly.

Looking back to when I was growing up, my father at the helm of the Princedom of Fenn and yourself on his council; I grew up hearing the stories of our rich history, fortress-cities surrounded by snowy-deserts, the walls lined with the strongest fighters the realm had seen and even the streets full of both Mali’Fenn and a diverse array of travellers & goods. unfortunately my young-self believed in these stories, thinking it also represented our current Princedom, I was severely mistaken. It wasn’t until I took the throne after my father Aelthos Tundrak III, the same man who denied you the right to our family name of Tundrak, that I seen the true dire state of our once great lands.

I shouldn’t need to tell you the state at which you and the others had left Fenn, after failing in your duties and seemingly vanishing at the point where our people needed you most. It was at this point when our markets sat empty along with the streets, the Ivae’Fenn almost completely dissolved and our city in ruins after soo many years of neglect through poor management, this point served as my first day on the throne, too many Mali’Fenn sat on wanted posters or within formal decrees of banishment. An uproar by our citizens could easily be heard all over the Princedom when the true situation was made public.

I speak to you now, the Grand Prince of the Princedom you almost helped destroy, the title passed to me by my father in good will, I also speak to you now as the patriarch of the Tundrak line and the only blooded-tundrak who didn’t forsake our people within Tahu’lareh, the only one who did not throw the duties and values of my family name into the dirt. So now I speak; able to see understanding for Aesilnoths situation as the government failed him, you would modify the registries during your time as Grand Steward to shame him even more, yet I lack that same understanding for you Tenvar of the Atmorice line, as my father said before me in front of all Tundraks present: Tenvar, you own no right to carry the Tundrak name. Should you think to make jokes of our ancestry, know that you do so while making enemies with the Princedom of Fenn and its people.”

A Crown carried by a shell.

In response to the Grand Pretender Akkar.

“To Akkar,

It is with my utmost regret to inform you of the falsities in your documents. It seems the scribes within the halls of the Citadel were remiss in their duty. As to my twin, it was her own choice to continue to hold our haelun’s name of Annungilben even after the discovery of our true lineage. It rather amuses me you would make mention of your maln, Aelthos Tundrak III. A man I myself helped raise whilst your mar’maln Aelthir was busy leading our kin. I believe by now you should have received a letter from that very ‘fenn. 

Keeping such in mind, I am fully aware of the values my family has upheld as the rightful leaders of the mali’fenn. And I can say without fail that you have tarnished our name. You make more claims of words from ghosts, Akkar. As the former Grand Marshal I know all too well these documents you cite are kept under strict supervision, unless that has changed under your rule. Who’s to say your words are even the truth? I myself have bolstered the support of people who I led in the past. Along with many who have served as council to your predecessors, for they know the truth you attempt to hide. 

 While I do not know you personally, I know from your words the type of person you are. But I do agree, the mali’fenn know of my character. The former Fennic citizens who left to escape the tyranny of Aldred the unworthy are still people I would lay my life down for. It is clear now in your refusal to an honor duel under the sight of Wyrvun that you yourself would never do the same. You have brought this upon yourself by making proclamations with ill intent. How dare you attempt to strip me of a name that I have fought and bled for. Whereas you have done little to nothing for our kin. You are a shell, a pedestal of which the crown worn by my dearest friend Aelthir Tundrak the second of his name sits upon. You are, in its simplest form, a pretender, Akkar. It pains me that I write these words to someone who holds my family’s name. It pains me to see that the future of the Tundraks has become so dim. You are not the first boy Prince to soil and disgrace us. But I will say with assurance you will be the last. 

Until we may meet, Akkar.” 

Signed, Aesilnoth Tundrak.

An open letter addressed to Akkar Tundrak.

“To my Great-nephew Akkar,

I have read over your missive with pure disdain. For I am the one disappointed in you and your actions. You were meant to be better than your predecessors and this, I assure you is not the way. You are a mere boy playing at a game you know little to nothing about. You are a Grand Pretender, presiding over only snow and ghosts. I, Aesilnoth Tundrak the eldest male of our line do not recognize you as the Grand Prince of our kin. You hold no domain over the name Tundrak and you are abhorrent in your duties. Not once previous to this letter of yours have I seen any attempts at reuniting our race and it is sad. 

You speak of our blood fighting in the front lines, but you yourself have never seen or been in the battlefield. As the former Commandant and Grand Marshal of the Ivae’fenn, I led our kin to countless victories and fought alongside both your Maln and Mar’maln. Your words are empty and you hold a crown of lies. Your letter was both disgusting and completely off-base.

You, Akkar, have disgraced our name and our kin with your words. You have simply dishonored the name Tundrak and it will not stand. If you wish to attempt and take away my name, then you will do so from my cold and dead hands. Without war and without armies. I, Aesilnoth Tundrak first of my name, hereby challenge the offender, Akkar Tundrak the first of his name to an honor duel to first blood. You are a greenhorn in combat, thus I shall not demand your life for we are blood. If I emerge victorious, you shall never again take claim of the Tundrak name and forfeit all future attempts at such. If I am defeated, I will openly renounce my name and continue to live in peace. 

You have the time period of THREE elven days to submit your response. 

Disregarding this challenge will result in my victory.

Cowardice in the face of this challenge will result in my victory.

Refusal of this challenge will result in my victory.

Ito nae elahern’wyrvun, Akkar. 

With regards,

Aesilnoth Tundrak, former Commander and Grand Marshal of the Ivae’fenn, DrakonValkyr of Tahu’lareh, former High Justiciar of Fenn. 

(OOC info: If the duel is accepted, it will be a 1v1 mechanics combat until one party is downed. The setting for the duel will be decided by the agreement of both parties.)

13^th of the Amber Cold, 1760

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Akkar of the Tundrak line, Grand Prince of the Princedom of Fenn, would write an open letter addressed to all Mali’Fenn. The letter would be of high quality, with Fennic’-detailing littering around the page, the contents would start with:

An open letter to Mali’Fenn

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It would often be said that the history of the Tundrak line is, in essence, the story of the Princedom of Fenn. Going back as far as the inception of the Mali’Fenn in the ancient days of Aegis, our own kin served the Fennic people as the royal line. The Princedom; in its long history, has known both peace and war, equally so it has known of both betrayal and genocide.  Through it all, it was a Tundrak who fought in the frontlines of each battle in those same wars and it was a Tundrak battling in politics equally as ferociously for that same peace. With the birth of a Tundrak came a solemn vow: To protect and guide the Mali’Fenn people, holding their intrests and ideals at the forefront of every decision.

Yet for all that the Tundrak line has been for our people in these hundreds of years, the vow of our line has now been broken, and with it, the people are the ones who have paid the price since departing Atlas. I, Akkar, of the same Tundrak line cannot speak for those who have came before me, I can only exclaim my own disappointment at their breaking of this sincere vow. I now stand alone, as the only full-blooded Tundrak who still holds our vow, the interests and ideals of our people fuel my decisions. Any other blooded-Tundrak still left other than myself couldn’t possibly call themselves as one, to say so would be spitting in the face of all Mali’Fenn, both our citizens and their childen.

I now stand before you all as the last bastion of what we once stood for, the only rightful leader and true chosen of Wyvrun. Whether any Tundraks return to our Princedom we will not welcome them as such, for they had left us in our time of most need. My own mother Aroiia of the Drakon line, holds the Tundrak name and values many times better than any other Tundrak I have known in my life without a shred of Tundrak blood coursing through her.

Any Mali’Fenn who return to Fenn with the Tundrak name, must give it up. As Grand Prince I do not recognise any Tundrak who has strayed from our values and forsaken our kin so easily, they have strayed away from the grace of Wyvrun and no longer deserve the blessings that he provides. If any wish to object to their loss of their right to use the Tundrak name they can seek out their Grand Prince and plead their case.

As our people work tirelessly to rebuild and repair the capital, Tahu’lareh, as they return our long history and traditions back into our hands though songs and literature; it is now that I ask, not as your Grand Prince or as a Tundrak but rather as your kin: for all Mali’Fenn who find themselves reading this, It is time for you to return to both the safety of Fenn and also to its wealth of history and knowledge which was almost lost to us after the departure from Atlas.

Signed, His Serene Highness, Akkar of the Tundrak bloodline, first of his name,

 Grand Prince of the Princedom of Fenn and Mali’Fenn

Patriarch of the Tundrak Bloodline, Protector of the Idhren’tirn, Hesin’fin,

Commander of the Citadel of Acael, Protector of Tahu’lareh,

the chosen of Wyrvun

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(( OUT-OF-CHARACTER - One of the points of this post is that as the Patriarch of the Tundrak bloodline, any and all personas holding the Tundrak name outside of Fenn have been disowned and are no longer recognised as a member of the Tundrak line, you can contact me on discord or ingame through RP if you want to dispute this ))

 

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A soft, whistling wind swirled through the mountains, pulling the wisps of snowflakes across the quiet landscape.

Alone, a Mali’fenn sat in the snow on the mountain outside the capital of Fenn.. The deconstruction of the Capital had taken many more years than everyone first expected, and had even stopped as more and more Grand Council members seemed to go silent. Even more workers left to go on the trip to Athera. It left the Mali’fenn rather lonely. The city’s gates were always down, to prevent mischief from the outside interfering with the rebuilding process. This caused her business to slowly become empty and abandoned. Why run the tavern when there is no one around to buy goods? 

Even her beloved Varvhur had disappeared on an expedition, gone for almost two decades at this point.. maybe even longer. The Mali’fenn’s closest family had mostly scattered across Arcas, or were busy with getting ready for the move to a new Manor. So there she sat on a cold night, enveloped in the delicate snowflakes that scattered across the skies. 

Running her fingers through the chilling snow, she started to ponder how in the world the Grand Prince must be feeling. 

“Is he overwhelmed? Stressed? Does he possibly need help? Especially if those he relied on have suddenly gone quiet…” 

She gently grabbed a clump of snow, feeling the soft powdery snow become stiff as she pressed it together. Her dark blue eyes studying the clump of pure white snow in her hand, a small smirk appearing on her lips. 

“Maybe I should reach out to him… to the others too. After all, we are stronger united. And we as a people have not gathered in quite a while.” 

Her pearls and her golden bracelets gently clinked as she continued to gather more snow, making the once small ball larger. 

“Besides, we have not done anything fun in quite a while. No parties, no tavern nights, no dancing, no festivals.” 

She became more enraptured by making the snow larger, before starting a fresh new snowball. 

“And I have heard complaints of the city being not really in running order to do anything, that they wish they could just escape for even a little while.” 

The mali’fenn stared at the smaller snowball in her hand, studying its spherical shape, smoothing out imperfections in both orbs. She then placed it on top of the larger orb, smiling warmly as she picked up some loose pebbles nearby. 

“And we haven’t had a snowball fight together in over 30 years…” 

Placing the pebbles on the newly created snowman, it looked up at her with its lifeless stone eyes and smile. She tapped her lip, trying to figure out what it was missing. The mali’fenn then tried to find little twigs, giving it a nose and small arms. Her hands on her hips, she then sat back down on her knees proudly. 

“We have all this beautiful snow, and yet we as a people have yet to sit down and admire it in a rather long time. To gather and put aside differences. Maybe… I should meet with the Grand Prince…”

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Her ears perked in alert, as she slowly turned her head to the sound of soft footsteps in the snow. The Mali’fenn stiffened in fear, unsure who or what could be behind her. As she looked to the source of the sound bright black eyes stared back at her from the ground. It was a small snow fox, looking rather thin. The little fox was low to the ground, alert, staring up at the mali’fenn.

“Why hello there oem’ii, what brings you here?” She cooed softly, searching through her pouch for a sweet treat for the creature. The fox’s ears perked up, sniffing the air now. The mali’fenn held out a handful of sweet berries towards the little fox. 

“Do not worry, you can trust me.. anyone who is from the land of Wyvurn is welcome here..” 

At the sound of Wyvurn, the little fox bounded forward, taking the sweet treat from her fingers. The mali’fenn smiled toward the fox, waiting for it to finish before standing up. She turned to return within the walls of the Capital, walking with a newfound determination. The little white fox stayed by her feet, following her every step, ears pointed up high. 

“It seems I have found myself another little friend hmm?” 

The mali’fenn smile grew even brighter as she whistled for her rather clumsy sparrow, it flying down and chirping brightly. It flapped beside her, waiting for her instructions as the mali’fenn scribbled a simple note in her notebook as she walked. 

“Hello Briar! I have an important message you HAVE to give to the Grand Prince okay?”

She then wrapped the note up with a delicate blue ribbon, before handing it over to the sparrow. She whistled him away, and with the command he haphazardly flew towards the Citadel. As she looked down at the little white fox, she kept striding through the empty streets towards the tavern. 

“What is your name little fellow? Lily?” 

Nothing from the small fox. 

“Iris?” 

Once again nothing seemed to come from the small fox, and the mali’fenn sighed. Reaching her destination, she stopped suddenly at the door. After looking at the familiar sign, she looked down once more at the pure white fox. 

“What about Snowdrop?”

The black eyes of the creature looked back up at her, and it yipped softly. 

“Well then, little Snowdrop, it is time for us to bring back the feeling of family within the mali’fenn.”

Determined still, the mali’fenn went behind the counter and began to shuffle through her papers… for this plan to work, it needed a lot of preparation. 

After some further searching the Mali would open a chest to reveal the coveted item she was searching for, a Black Ferrum Trident with a shaft made of Fennic Ash. After smiling in relief that she found the prized symbol of her families heritage, in one quick motion she would place the Drakonic Trident on her back as well as secure it for easy access for when she next needed it. 

Some minutes would pass before the Mali would take one last look at her room she had lived in the past few decades, before walking over to her desk to have a seat on the stool that was there. After sitting, she would then reach for a quill, and begin to write the following message:

 Akkar, 

  I am writing to you to inform you of my absence in the years to come. As you may or may not know, descendants of various races and cultures will be leaving Arcas, to explore the ruins of a previous land known as Athera. If there was ever a single defining trait about myself it was that I always would find myself venturing beyond the borders of Fenn by expanding my awareness of both Atlas and Arcas. 

  When I heard of the ships leaving for Athera, I knew that I could not pass off this opportunity to see a past land where our ancestors once walked. 

  It pains me to think that I may not return to you or Aelthos, but in the event that I meet my end in this ancient place I wish to share with you some advice. Throughout my life I have seen many forms of leaders rise and fall. As for you, I know you will be a strong leader like your father and his fathers before him. If there is one thing I warn you of its that in times of uncertainty, do not push others away, embrace them. Compassion is not a weakness but a strength. There was a time when I followed every order given to me, and when I finished them I was not filled with pride, but with guilt of depriving a daughter of her fathers embrace as well as disgrace for stripping him of his past accomplishments.

  The longer I write, the more my window to travel to Athera closes. As some final words remember to be strong, but not rude; be kind, but not weak; be thoughtful, but not lazy; be humble, but not timid; be proud, but not arrogant. Centuries of success and failure take root in you, learn and remember the past and use it to better both yourself and the Princedom.

Your Mother, 

Aroiia Elena Drakon-Tundrak 

Warden of the Ivae’fenn

Princess of The Princedom of Fenn

Upon finishing, the Mali would then carefully close the letter roll it into a scroll and lastly, seal the letter with the Drakonic Family Crest. As Aroiia would stand from the desk she could feel the familiar weight of her trident as if it were reminding her of its presence on her back. She would then pick up the letter and whistle for her bird to come to her at once. Upon hearing the whistle, a Raven would fly through the opening on the balcony of Aroiia’s room and with Aroiias arm stretched to the side, the black of night colored avian would perch itself on her arm.

 Aroiia would smile at the sight of the bird and would offer him the scroll, before watching the bird fly off. When the bird had flew out of sight, Aroiia would then go to her bed where her shield had been resting and picked it up, before heading on her way to board a vessel into the unknown.

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11^th Of the Deep Cold, 1749

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Over the past one Elven month most Mali’Fenn would gather from

all of the prominent bloodlines, guilds and businesses that made up 

Fenn to discuss the future of their Princedom.

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Graced by the presence of the Grand Prince Akkar of the Tundrak bloodline;

the meeting would take place under the full guidance of the

Grand Chancellor & Fennic Prince, Vytrek of the same Tundrak bloodline,

 with the full Fennic council in attendance for this momentous occasion

standing as the First Bloodline Summit.

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Prominent figures in attendance:

Grand Prince Akkar Tundrak

Prince Vytrek Tundrak

Princess Allisa Tundrak

Matriarch Estelle of the Drakon bloodline 

Patriarch Tenvar of the Atmorice bloodline

Patriarch Taveric of the Sylric bloodline

Matriarch Valerica of the Tathvir bloodline

Patriarch Aerilith of the Oakenarrow bloodline

Matriarch Ara of the Annungilben bloodline

Velatha Sylric of the Fennic Clinic

Datura Tathvir of the Fennic Tavern

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“Akkar’s Proclamation is by my royal decree as Grand Prince of the Princedom of Fenn, Akkar of the Tundrak bloodline hereby fully in effect. Under my rule as Talu’lareh’s protector my government and council will seek the betterment of our Mali’Fenn in all aspects of life.

I

 Firstly I would proclaim that the Bilok’thuln, Evar’okarn, Justiciars & diplomat guilds are officially disbanded until time finds them needed once more, directing our Princedoms resources elsewhere rather than towards guilds that no longer stand to serve our citizens like what was expected in their initial start.

II

Secondly I would place the Ivae’Fenn directly under the command of the Grand Prince and his officers until our forces are positioned into a better state of being, continuing by; officially removing both Sentinel and Vanguard as official ranks within the Ivae’Fenn until a point should arise at which these ranks can once again benefit the Fennic military.

III

I would see that my council and the people of the Princedom hear, as thirdly; I call for the reconstruction of the city Tahu’lareh, the Princedoms capital city, under its previous leaders the city serves more strategic function rather than serving its inhabitants with good facilities for all aspects of life.

IIII

The fourth point of this Akkar proclamation is the clear acknowledgement of our disinterest in the realms of politics, not to be mistaken, I will say clearly that the interest is still present yet my citizens have spoken, the Princedom of Fenn shall prefer neutrality within Elven politics and refrain from entangling ourselves in alliances and defensive pacts unless absolutely necessary for the betterment of our peoples.”

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Signed, His Serene Highness, Akkar of the Tundrak bloodline, first of his name,

 Grand Prince of the Princedom of Fenn and Mali’Fenn

Patriarch of the Tundrak Bloodline, Protector of the Idhren’tirn, Hesin’fin,

Commander of the Citadel of Acael, Protector of Tahu’lareh,

the chosen of Wyrvun

The Wyrvunic Contract 

The basis of our worship is on the Wyrvunic Contact. In saving Mali’Fenn from our insanity, our lives are indebted to Wyrvun. The Wyrvunic Contract is the binding agreement of the ancient Snow Elves and Wyrvun, Aengul of the Deep Cold. Upon passing through the World Altar, the first Snow Elves were created, but such a rebirth came at a price. That price was their sanity. For years, the Snow Elves wandered aimlessly, crippled by their insanity. A passing aengul, however, took pity upon them. Wyrvun, Aengul of the Deep Cold, sought a people to populate his mortal domain, Hesin’fin, for the land was harsh, and its occupants few. Thus, Wyrvun struck a bargain with the Snow Elves, known as the Wyrvunic Contract. In return for their worship, their settlement in Hesin’fin, and their stewardry of the lands, Wyrvun restored their sanity, and promised them an afterlife of eternal slumber. It is thus that the Snow Elves came to worship Wyrvun, and it is from this contract that beliefs of religious conformity are derived, for it is feared that if enough Snow Elves cease their worship of Wyrvun, and forsake their stewardry, the aengul will punish them all for breaking the contract - by depriving them of their sanity once more.

Worship

Worship of Wyrvun is expressed in everyday life, but done in official measure at the temple. This entails a prayer and offering left within the temple. There are different materials that can be sacrificed, each one coming with their own connotation and usage within worship. Their uses are as followed

Frost Vine

This is to be presented in times of war, famine, and hardship. Frost Vine flourishes in the cold, when other plants are dead or wilted, and so it presents perseverance within the Mali’Fenn

Root from the Starlit Monacrie

This is customarily presented after the birth of a child. The roots represent beginnings, and as such an offering of the roots is said to bring luck and prosperity to a Mali’Fenn child

Ashes of Tippen’s root

This is to be offered upon the death of a Mali’Fenn. Tippen’s root, when alive, has healing properties. While burning it rids the root of these properties in life, in death the ashes will lead the souls to aira'fin

Water mixed with blood

This is to be offered in times of change, such as beginning work within a guild. Using one’s own blood is ideal, although other blood also seems satisfactory to Wyrvun, simply slightly less efficient

Overview

Those that follow Idhren’tirn are dedicated to the life and ways of Wyrvun, to protect his lands and his people from outside influences, including the worship of other deities, the corruption and corrosion of land and realm and beings or forces showing malevolent tendencies. Those that follow Wyrvun are a neutral people, not engaging other people in fights, nor offering them safety within their walls. Those found practicing other religions publically shall be cast out immediately, banished from Wyrvun’s territory to never return again. 

The protection of Wyvrun’s territories is of the utmost importance, and must come before one’s own safety. Worshipping Wyrvun is a requirement for all Mali’fenn, and those that do not worship Wyrvun shall suffer from mental degradation, often losing what is left of their sanity. 

Those that follow Wyrvun are not good, nor evil, and hold no emotions toward those of non-Idhren’tirn worship. They do not fall to the kindness and lies of the so-called good religions, nor do they fall to the power-seeking and control of so-called bad religions. Nor do they terminate them, so that these religions may continue their fight with one another. The Idhren’tirn’s people must remain true isolationists, neither seeking out nor allowing others to find them for any reason, lest they wish to alter the isolationist path that they are set on.

Garnering attention toward Wyrvun’s realms in any affair is generally frowned upon, lest these other religions come to spread their influence or to tear apart the realms in a physical sense. One must remain neutral to all affairs of outside nations and religions, and not find themselves swept up in the chaos between them.

To allow non-Mali’fenn any ranking within the Idhren’tirn is outlawed, for those that do not share the Mali’fenn blood are not inclined to the dedication required to serve Wyrvun, nor do they share the promise of gifts in exchange for their service. If a non-Mali’fenn takes up residence in Wyrvun’s territories, steps should be taken to encourage them to take to the Idhren’tirn worship, including all practices of offerings and upholding beliefs, but they should never be allowed to hold office within the temple. 

Wyrvun’s Gifts

When the first of the Mali’Fenn came to settle in the tundra, the harsh environment did not seem to welcome them, and as such the Mali’Fenn did not feel that this new environment was truly their home. For many years the Grand Prince Aelthos, the first of the ‘Fenn, made attempts to bring life to the hostile lands of winter. Year after year he would bring new plants and animals, only for them to wither and die, succumbing to the cold. 

Crown Prince Aelthir I could see how much his father’s failures upset him. Not knowing what he could do to help, he began to pray. On the third night of The Deep Cold as Aelthir lay down to sleep, Wyrvun visited him and filled his dreams with wondrous visions. Aelthir saw a land filled with life and vigor, his father on a throne carved into a magnificent tree. Wyrvun approached the throne, welcoming Aelthos and all Mali’Fenn to Talath’Fin. 

When Aelthir awoke, he couldn’t help but feel affected by the grandiose imagery of his dream. As he sat up, planning to inform his father of the dream, he felt something in his hand and looked down. It was a large seed, the color of snow with blue-ice streaks running down its side. He had never seen anything like it, and he rushed to tell his father, clutching the seed close to his chest. 

By the time Aelthir arrived by his father’s bedside, it was too late. Aelthos lay cold and lifeless, and Aelthir wept, although deep in his heart he knew what had to be done. The days to the funeral passed, seeming dreary and void as Aelthir prepared for both his father’s death, and his own coronation. 

The day of the funeral came, and all of the Princedom came together to grieve. As Aelthos was buried, Aelthir placed the strange seed on Aelthos’ chest, over his heart. 

Three days later, Aelthir was coronated. As the crown was placed on his head, a small sapling emerged from Aelthos’ grave, growing faster than just nature could account for. In the years following as Aelthir continued his new reign of the Princedom, the tree continued to grow, and with it came other trees and flowers, turning the once barren tundra into an icy paradise, and the Mali’Fenn finally felt at home in the strange new land. 

Every time Fenn has needed to move from place to place since Wyrvun originally blessed Aelthir I with the first seed, the tree has dropped another seed for the currently reigning tundrak to take and plant in the next location, and so wherever the Mali’Fenn may go, the new place is transformed into a haven for ‘Fenn. 

Leadership

Tahu’naeri

Tahu’naeri, also known as the Arch Vigilant is the overall leader - therefore there can only be one. The only way to become the Arch Vigilant is by being chosen by Wyrvun - as they say - or the Grand Prince himself.

Rewelier’uhier

Rewelier’uhier are the one’s in the temple who are just under the position of the Arch Vigilant - meaning, the highest rank you can hit, unless the Arch Vigilant retires or dies. This means you can’t earn any more Talismans.

Lar’naerir

After the graduation ceremony, a new Lar’naerir are expected to take on more responsibility from the church itself, and to Report to the Rewelier’uheir that leads them in their understanding of the specific aspect. 

This includes more maintenance and upkeep of the temple, more time dedicated to holding ceremonies and teaching the Mali’fenn of Wryvun, and participating in debates and discussions about the Aengul aspect they are dedicated to, and the other 6.

This includes aspect bridges, a metaphorical idea that in between each Aspect, is a bridge that connects them. These bridges are how the 6 relate to each other philosophically and do not exist physically.

Getting talismans are no longer seen as a way of “Upgrading” but more of an award to showcase how much time/effort you’ve put into your work. They are given out by the Arch Vigilant.

Another thing that Lar’naerir are expected to do is help teach the Lentir’naerir. That is  Another thing that all Lar’naerir and above are expected to do is accompany one of the Ivae’fenn during a pilgrimage to gain a flower for their coming promotions. Refusal is not an option if tasked with such duties

Lentier’naerir 

When someone wishes to become an Acolyte of Wyrvun, they come to the Temple and seek guidance from the Idhren’tirn or the Arch Vigilant. One of the Rewelier’uhier or the Arch Vigilant, then commemorates them into the temple and their new life starts. 

The new Lentir’naerir are provided robes, books, scrolls, quills, and ink pots, to help in their studies. An assigned tutor, usually an experienced Lar’naerir, though rarely, a Rewelier’uhier, starts by giving them each basic assignments such as first visiting each shrine and praying to it, understanding the significance of sacrifices. How to hold a wedding. How to hold a funeral. Lessons on the history of Wyrvun in a classroom esque setting, and the different ideals and understandings of what it means to keep the Mali’fenn on the path of Wyrvun. These are imperative basics that all Idhren’tirn need to learn if they are to lead the Mali’fenn properly.

During their training, a Lentir’naerir is given simple duties they must uphold to build discipline and responsibility. These include yard chores, community service, fundraisers, and event volunteers. Sometimes volunteering in the Tavern, or Helping the Clinic a little bit. Most Lentir’naerir are also tasked with helping the Lar’naerir clean, and upkeep the Temple. This includes replacing candles, washing the floors, windows, walls, and seats. Replacing the sheets of different dorms. They are also tasked with cleaning up any leftover mess from a sacrifice.

The Writing down of information, thoughts, ideas, prayers, and understandings of what it means to follow the path of the Idhren’tirn are important for a new Lentir’naerir to learn. Most Lentir’naerir write things already written, to increase their knowledge of history, community, and understanding of each Aspect of Wyrvun. Through their lessons, understandings, and discussions of Wyrvun, they start to gain an understanding of both themselves, and Wyrvun. Eventually, once a Lentir’naerir has shown they have grown, they are awarded with one Beautifully intricate Snowflake shaped Talisman. Once they gain 3, they are then allowed to partake in their Trial to become a Lar’naerir, which they can request to take within a months time of them obtaining their last Talisman.

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The Trial of Wind

The Trial of Wind takes place during the transition from Lentier’naerir to Lar’naerir. It is a way to prove one’s faith to Wyrvun, and a way for him to eliminate the weak applicants.

The trial takes place on the coldest day of winter, wherein each applicant will be sent out into the wilderness as the sun sets. They will be stripped of all their possessions, and they will be made to meditate for the duration of the night. Those who are not truly devout will succumb to frostbite over the course of the night. Those who pass the test and are found living at daybreak will be returned to Fenn and promoted to the rank of Lar’naerir. Any who return to the gates of Fenn before daybreak will be stripped of title and excommunicated from the Idhren’tirn.

Clothing and Markings

 When the Mali’fenn hosts a funeral they will be wearing all white; as a symbol of mourning and respect to the deceased person.

As for the ranks within the Idhren’tirn, they have the exact same uniform shared in between them, but as they rank up they will gain talismans to signify how far away they are from being promoted.

Religious Law

All matters of religious law are decided by the Archvigilant. They will use Wyrvun’s guidance to determine an appropriate punishment for the heathen in question if the heathen does not choose to convert. Once decided by the Archvigilant, the punishment will be given to the Grand Prince for final review. 

Blasphemy

The act or offense of speaking sacrilegiously about Wyrvun or His Sacred Contract as committed by a non Mali’Fenn will result in a fine and an official apology, which must include a denouncement of their statements. Continued sacrilegious speaking may result in banishment, exile, or execution. Non-Mali’Fenn do not have to believe in Wyrvun, as they are not included in Wyrvun’s contract, but they can not deny Wyrun’s divinity. 

Defacement

The action of spoiling the appearance of statues, wayshrines, art pieces, artifacts, or any other paraphernalia used to honor Wyrvun. This offense will result in no less of a fine of 500 mina. Continued offenses may result in banishment, as well as continued fines. Defacement as done by a Mali’Fenn may also be counted as a form of public denouncement.

Denouncement

To publicly declare Wyrvun to be wrong, therefore disrespecting him and disregarding the contract taken up by the Mali’Fenn people. This offense will result in required conversion. If the heathen repents and converts to the Idhren’tirn, all will be forgiven. On cases of repeated denouncement or inability to convert, the heathen will be executed. 

Lack of Faith

The act of worshipping deities apart from Wyrvun as a Mali’Fenn, or not worshipping Wyrvun at all as a Mali’Fenn will result in required conversion. If unsuccessful, the heathen may be executed or banished.

Public worship of false Gods

Public worship of false Gods by non-Mali’Fenn is prohibited. However, non-Mali’Fenn are permitted to privately worship any deities they so choose within the confines of their home.

This letter would be posted anonymously in the town square of the Princedom. The handwriting would be fairly neat, although some of the words were connected, indicating the writer was in a hurry.

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Let it be known that on this day, the 11th of the Amber cold, three people have died within the Princedom. Two were simply travelers, one of which had barely reached their tenth year of life. They were murdered in cold blood. The third, the one who had murdered the first two, appeared to be a Mali’Fenn, and claimed to be a Valkyr of the Ivae’Fenn.

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It has become evident that Wyrvun has forsaken us all. Too many Mali’Fenn have lost their way, have been shrouded by greed or doubt, by ignorance or lust. Too many Mali’Fenn have forgotten to honor Wyrvun’s Contract, and on this day He has come to punish us all. 

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Let today be a reminder to all Mali’Fenn, and all citizens within the Princedom as to what happens when a Mali’Fenn has abandoned their faith in Wyrvun. Wyrvun has cured us of our madness, and without Him for guidance, Every ‘Fenn will lapse back into insanity, returning to their original status caused by traversing the world altar. They will act as murderous madmen, and nothing barring Ciwn’uell will save them. Without an immediate change in worship, this event will not be isolated. We have displeased Wyrvun, and we will receive his wrath.

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Wyrvun is powerful, yet He is vengeful. He will return faith with bountiful harvests and prosperity, and he will take slights to him and punish the perpetrators accordingly. We must work to rid the Princedom of nonbelievers, lest we earn his displeasure once again. Today, in his benignity, He has warned us. He did not take from us any Prince, leader, or conscript. In his benevolence, he has given us a second chance. We will not receive a third.

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The First Fennic Bloodline Summit

Scribed by Vytrek Tundrak, 1746

From war to war, prince to prince, crisis to crisis – we have wandered in deafening silence. The Principality is mute. Its policy is decided not by booming voices in the halls of our ancestors, but by whispers in the backrooms of a bereft citadel – no longer a fortress-haven for our people, but a haven from them. In empty halls, empty hearths; the price of surreptitious rule.

But, we are a persistent people. Our histories are filled with trials to befit only the children of winter itself. Time and time again, we have proven our ability to rise up from the ashes. Our dynamism is our strength; we have adapted to survive, and our state of today bears only a pale resemblance to the ancient nation of yore. Now, once more, we must confront change. The Principality speaks.

With the authority of Grand Prince Akkar I Tundrak, the bloodlines and Grand Council of Fenn are summoned to the First Fennic Bloodline Summit, to reforge the Principality from the ground up and determine its future course. For the first time in an age, Tundrak, Atmorice, Drakon, Tathvir, Annungilben, and Sylric shall convene in prudent deliberation, so that the voices of all may be heard. Those who are not of these posts are encouraged to attend, be they ‘fenn or foreigner, to bear witness in the name of transparency.

Empowered by the lessons of yesterday, we charge headlong into tomorrow.

The Reformed Ivae’Fenn of Wyvurn

“If.”

 Grand Prince Aelthir, when told of Haelunor’s plans to destroy the Mali’Fenn.

The Princedom of Fenn has always been a militaristic nation. Bred in the harsh conditions of the tundras of Fenn, the Mali’Fenn are known for their tenacity and unwillingness to surrender. Young Mali’Fenn are trained in the matters of survival and combat so that they may survive the unforgiving place they call home. Loyal only to their Grand Prince, they would gladly die to defend their home and their people. For centuries the Ivae’Fenn has been the shield of the Princedom, serving it proudly and ably in the many conflicts it found itself embroiled in. However, recent decades of strife and warfare have reduced much of the current Ivae’fenn, for many of its veteran footman and officers have perished in the foreign wars of the past century. To prevent itself from falling behind the rest of the world, the Princedom must adapt its ways. By decree of Grand Prince Aelthos, the Ivae’fenn is to undergo a set of reforms in order to remain a stalwart, reliable force for the near future.

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Ranks, Duties, & Payment

Grand Marshal

The Grand Marshal holds a position within the Grand Council and leads the Ivae'fenn. It's his duty to oversee all defenses of the Princedom, maintain internal functions within the Ivae'fenn, make sure that the Citadel is secure  and do all else required in order to benefit the realm. Like all other positions on the Grand Council, this duty is delegated from the Grand Prince, signifying that at any time the Grand Prince may override the Grand Marshal's decisions. It is not uncommon for the Grand Prince or his heir to take direct command of the Ivae'fenn.

Warden

The Wardens hold equivalent rank to sergeants. There are several of them, and it is their responsibility to train the soldiers and help lead them into battle as well. Wardens must have superb leadership skills and vast experience in combat. Seeing as these soldiers are considered to be junior officers, they will occasionally be consulted regarding higher military matters and decisions.

Duties: The Wardens are required to host at least 1 specialization training and 1 Initiate trainings per two Elven weeks and attend/host 1 combat training per elven week. They are also required to lead 1 patrol per elven week.

Payment: (2 coins and 15 iron)

Valkyr

The Valkyrim are the highest ranked individuals amongst the enlisted soldiers. Hand-picked from the ranks of the Guardians, the Valkyrim are the most dedicated enlisted soldiers of the Ivae'fenn, and the most skilled. It is for these reasons that they are tasked with the personal protection of the Grand Prince, serving as his royal guards. Due to this task, the Valkyrim often operate under the direct jurisdiction of the Grand Prince. While they are able to lead Vanguards, Guardians, and Initiates, it is not their primary task.

Duties: The Valkyrim are required to guard the Grand Prince at all times, safeguard the Citadel and the Temple, and escort the royal family if outside of Fenn.

Payment: (2 coins and 10 iron)

Guardian

Guardians are the average soldiers of the Ivae'fenn, and its very backbone. They fight in tight units during battles, guard the Princedom, and do all else the Commander, Sentinels, and Wardens require of them. While they are able to lead Initiates, it's rare they are put in positions of leadership.

Duties: Guardians are required to take part in at least 1 missions and 1 patrol per Elven week. They are also required to do 1 gate duty hour per week and attend 1 pvp training and 1 spec training per 2 weeks. They are also tasked with keeping the city quiet and work as the local police.

Payment: (1 coins and 10 iron)

Initiate

Initiates are citizens who have just joined the Ivae'fenn. During this stage, they are given intense training in commands, weaponry, formations, and other concepts that will be vital for their success. Until such a time as they are ready, they perform menial labor within the ranks of the Ivae'fenn, though they shall still fight in battles when their presence is deemed necessary.

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General Rules

• Initiates who do not get promoted within an Elven month will be removed from the Ivae’fenn.

• Members of the Ivae’fenn who miss their periodic (once per Elven month)  mandatory combat training will be demoted.

• Payment is dependent upon activity.

• 2 Wardens at all times.

• Extra-ordinary performances will reward with a small statue in the hall of fame in the Ivae’Fenn barracks.

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Ivae’fenn Specializations

Amongst the soldiers of the Ivae’fenn, each soldier has proven that they each have their own individual capabilities and specialties. To expand upon these abilities, the Ivae’fenn has created specializations for those enlisted to show off their abilities, take part in missions suited for them, and to expand their skills. Specialization statistics and logging of patrols and gate duty hours are largely the responsibility of Wardens, but the Commander may also perform this task. Such statistics must be submitted to them. 

• For an Initiate to rank up to Guardian, they must be adept in melee (Spear/Sword) and scoutting. Then, they must have passed the Formations Training and the Combat Training.

• For a Guardian to rank up to Warden, they must be Expert on the Melee (Spear/Sword) and Expert on the Cavalry spec. Then, they also need 15 hours of gateduty, 10 patrols and 3 missions.

* All Ivae’Fenn members, from Guardian and above are required to take the Oath of Fealty.

Specializations

Melee (Sword/Spear)

Cavalry

 Scout

Siege Engineer

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Definitions, Clarifications, and Requirements

Patrols

Each patrol ought to last at least 15 Elven minutes. Standard patrol routes include patrolling to the northern fort, around it and back; a patrol of the northeast area beyond the wall; and the most common, being a patrol around the walls and along the roads from the Alderyn crossroad to the Curon crossroad. Further patrol routes can be dealt out by Wardens and Sentinels. A patrol is going from point A to point B.

Gate Duty

Gate Duty guidelines are to be found in the Ivae'fenn Gate Duty Manual.

Missions

Missions are special assignments tasked by Commander/Sentnel. These assignments can be anywhere from detailed scouting reports, to outpost construction, to defensive probing, mapping new settlements or special tasks that need to be done.

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[!] This notice would be posted on the community board situated between the tavern and the Tathvir clinic.

The following information has been gathered to help the citizens of Fenn understand which nations they should avoid or embrace traveling to. Each of the nations included in the list below is given a designation. Said designations are:

Allied-A nation that has embraced a close relationship with the Princedom of Fenn and its citizens. Those within the Princedom are not only safe in these nations, but are encouraged to trade, travel, and establish better relations with its people. In the event this nation requires assistance,  the citizens of Fenn should work towards supporting them.

Friendly-This nation might not have official alliances and agreements, but it is still a friend of the Princedom. Trade and relations are encouraged with this nation, usually signified by a non-aggression pact.

Neutral-This nation has done nothing to help or harm its relations with the Princedom. Trade and travel are allowed, but it is important for visitors to be wary. 

Unfriendly-This particular nation has committed casual acts of violence against the citizens, property, and has wellbeing of the Princedom of Fenn. While this nation is not at war with Fenn, relations have destabilized. It is advised that citizens only visit these places if absolutely necessary and arm themselves. 

Hostile-This nation is currently engaging in acts of war against the Princedom and travel to this nation is ill-advised. All trade and relations with this nation are banned. Interactions with their citizens is prohibited. 

The Kingdom of Haense – Friendly

The Principality of Aegrothond – Neutral

The Silver State of Haelun’or – Neutral

The Rexdom of Krugmar – Neutral

The Federation of Sutica – Neutral

The Druidic Mother Sutica – Neutral

The Kingdom of Urguan – Neutral

The Forest Realm of Irrinor – Friendly

The Holy Orenian Empire – Neutral

The Duchy of Morsgard – Neutral

The Duchy of Savoia – Neutral