Laureh'lin - An Opportunity For Prosperity

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

 

Laureh'lin - A place of opportunity - a place for Elvenkind

 

Since its inception, Laureh'lin has continued to grow and stride forward to a new era for those descendant of Malin. We no longer seek pride in bloodlines alone, in simply being. Rather, we take pride in the sweat upon our brow, our blood spilled upon the ground and our well earned scars upon our flesh.

 

 

The Beru'cinhir - The Div'cruan

 

Every Elf, every individual who wishes to defend this opportunity and further contribute to the progression of the state will be given the chance to do so within these military chapters. Additionally, those who wish to try their hand in politics will be able to do so once they have served a minimum of five years within either chapter.

 

Supplied with weapons and armor from the forges of their very commanders, Phaedrus Lle'hileia and Dak'ir Des'Nox.

 

Training facilities within the barracks are open at all times, and open to every citizen as well to better hone and condition their physical state and combat prowess.

 

 

The Merchants' Guild

 

Market stalls are open to be taken by any Elf who wishes to try their hand at a merchant's lifestyle. Tailor, carpenter, herbalist and so on, all those who think they have something worth selling will be able to do so provided there are stalls still available.

 

Simply speak to the Guildmaster, Dwyn, or the head gatherer and craftswoman, Arrea!

 

Our fields are regularly harvested from, and we do our best to prepare food for everyone to eat. All of our citizens and guests will be able to focus on their pursuits and goals, rather than their rumbling bellies.

 

We are presented with many opportunities to learn of other cultures and faiths, having priests from Oren, shamans from Krugmar and clergy of Urguan come and share their knowledge with us. The library located within the Hall of Cinders, run by Briar Ophiuchus, is gradually growing its collection and anyone is free to browse its shelves.

 

The illustrious Mages Guild have also formed an embassy within the city, allowing all aspiring Magi the opportunity to learn from some of the realm’s most accomplished mages, or to speak with them easily about other matters.
 

 

 

Now is the time to join your kin, now is the time to join us in this newest chance at prosperity, now is the time to unite.

 

 

 

   

[Baconthief 682]

"The Ancestors will it!"

[Supah 334]

Arveldir gives a light, uncaring shrug, not having dealt with Iblees spawn for quite a while, everything easy-going.

 

"I'm just waiting until the high elves decide to show themselves."

[Sambosefus 47]

Riv'siol stands with an arrogant visage as he looks to the poster. Giving a light chuckle he turns off to Lin'ame.

 

"This city has risen from the ashes of despair to become a beacon of hope."

[Dakirennis 959]

Dak'ir nods to himself, standing in the uppermost balcony of the Hall of Cinders as he looks over the city.

 

"Now is the time for the other mali'ame and mali'ker unite, and cease their foolish antics. Most of them act like angst addled teenagers. And half of them are either pregnant or already running around with children."

 

He sneers at the thought.

 

"Children playing adults. It's time they grew up..."

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Art lounges in a seat at the end of the clinic in the upper district that once belonged to the high elves, sipping some tea. He liked the stone architecture and the towers. The worst part about the high elven district was the high elves themselves, he thinks to himself, indulging himself with a sensible chuckle at his own remark.

[Baconthief 682]

Dak'irnods to himself, standing in the uppermost balcony of the Hall of Cinders as he looks over the city.

 

"Now is the time for the other mali'ame and mali'ker unite, and cease their foolish antics. Most of them act like angst addled teenagers. And half of them are either pregnant or already running around with children."

 

He sneers at the thought.

 

"Children playing adults. It's time they grew up..."

 

"I begin to wonder my good friend. These pregnant elves, who have four, five, six children. . .do they align themselves with the evil one to undo their curse? Perhaps the same can be said about these elven twins we keep seeing. Such a thing should be impossible, yet they're frequent as an edgy in Anthosian Salvus or Malinor. I think all sane mali can agree, there is a mental disease running rampid about our people. It causes them to stand around on the side of the road and talk of their sex lives, to have an unfathomable lust for anything with an orifice, or to think killing murderers is too extreme, and have a desire to never work for anything.

 

Our state is the last sancturary of mali who have not been affected by Iblee's curse of degenercy. We must not let this fall, this is the will of the ancestors.

[Glyc 234]

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