Ker'lomi Master Thread

[Sky 0]

 

Walls would be seen raised next to the north-west side of Tahn'siol. A simple design, with a simple gate. If one was there through out the day, they would of seen a bunch of Mali'ker working tirelessly to get the wall finished on time as well as the gate.

 

The city will be housing the Mali'ker and their businesses as soon as everything has been made.

 

Signs inside the city explain the leadership structure as followed;

 

Leader of the city of Ker'lomi (and pretty much the Mali'ker) - Dak'ir

Leader's Assistants - Jiub and Oropher

 

The town is still being made and everything right now is WIP, but I decided to jump the bullet and create the thread.

[Sky 0]

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[Sky 0]

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[Malaise 1570]

Whatever piece of consciousness left within the husk of what was once the Lord of The Mali'ker stirs, releasing a horrid croak. His marrow-clad form writhes, looking unto the gathered Mali'ker with spite, ushering a derisive snort towards Dakir's position amongst his people. Perhaps his hiatus had gone on for far too long.

 

He intends to return.

[Lego XBOX 915]

Goroth smiles as he sees a new generation of Mali'ker take the reigns of their wonderful race… before retreating back into his home and starting to pack.

[Dromui 755]

After a long journey for the Ranger, Azel travels tirelessly through the night, hoping to reach home to his pregnant wife and friends. As he moves, cloak wrapped tightly around his thin frame, he stops suddenly beneath a large oak tree. He raises a hand and steadies himself at the sight of this new home for Mali'ker, the only thing keeping the stunned Elf up being his calloused hand against the gnarled bark of the old tree. He lowers his cloak and his long, thick white hair falls down and is blown backward from his face by the sudden gust of wind. Burning lavender orbs stare at the walls being built, at the figures around the walls, and the hastily constructed gate, taking it all in. After many minutes of silence, he lets out a breath he was unaware was being held in and pulls the hood of his green cloak back up. Silently he pulls the travel worn cloak about his thin frame once more and continues off in the direction of his home. After many more hours of travel, he sits down and begins to write in his traveling journal.

 

At one point in time, I truly believed in the unification of all Mali'ker under a single banner. I fought and worked tirelessly for years to do such a thing, I created a beautiful home in a wild land for my fellow Elves. It was taken and corrupted by my kin, turned into a place of hatred and racism. It was led by Kaldo, an interesting Elf to say the least, weakened beyond belief by his self confidence and belief in ability, but still a strong and respectable Mali. I find it most ironic that as we Mali find the need to separate ourselves from the humans whom also call this world a home, from the orcs who live as savages, and the dwarves, creators of beautiful crafts who call the mountains, the hills, and underground their home. But us Mali, we are driven by the need to be separated, driven by the need to segregate ourselves so we can continue to feel superior, but as we do so, we become more and more like the others we try so hard to differentiate ourselves from.

 

We can say we are superior, try our hardest to act it, and treat the other races of this world as if they are below us, but it won't change we are much like them. We Mali are different than the others, but in no way better, and yet here we are, separating ourselves. First we removed ourselves from the other, and now, we Mali'ker, remove ourselves from our kin the Mali'ame and Mali'aheral... When will we realize that this is only tearing us down and making us as a species weaker than our fellow inhabitants of this realm. Not soon enough I fear, and eventually, only few of us will remain until eventual extinction.

 

I cannot allow this, I must stop it and unite our people once more, I need to find help.

 

~Azel Bloodseeker

 

With that, he returns the journal to his pack and makes camp for the night, far from the walls of the new Mali'ker settlement, far from civilization, and far from the weakening of his people.

[Sky 0]

Jiub continues to work tirelessly on Ker'lomi, thinking back to what started this and remembering that the Ker, were removed from their homes, both from the Aheral district and the Ame. 

 

"We have done well." He says, to no one in particular.

 

Jiub would also remember that literally no one cared to lead the Ker, but when Dak'ir stood to the plate, other Ker seem to of came to take power but he stopped thinking, ending it with a single phrase.

 

"Ker whom care about power over kin, deserve nothing but death."

[Stag 3234]

Hera happily intermingles with the Mali'ker via the intersection now available to all!

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.