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“Eternal brood the shadows on this ground,

Dreaming of centuries that have gone before;

Great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound,

Arched high above a hidden world of yore.

Round all the scene a light of memory plays,

And dead leaves whisper of departed days,

Longing for sights and sounds that are no more.”

~:;:~

Upon the conclusion of the Asulonian Era, the race of the Mori’quessir had been shattered by the desolation of a massacred populace and a ruined cityscape. Unnamed marauders whom envied the realm of Menorcress and its’ dazzling riches gathered in the dozens, easily outnumbering the elder-elves whom still controlled the cavernous municipality. They came with dark steel, and savage will, and bright fire, and converged upon the Mori’quessir; delivering the final blow that would send the Aengulic race into a despairable fate of darkness and absence. Fire brightened that place where the shadows roved, and scathed those that scattered it. The end of Nemiisae’s children was nigh.

But the banditry retreated once they gained their fill of loot and material glory, leaving their subjects in a shambled, fragmented status. Those that remained clung to the old ways, despite the fact they had passed with their massacre: the Mori’quessir remnants became spiteful towards one another, and years after their breaking the ruins of their city became once more a battleground in which brothers and sisters sought to destroy one-another. Their conflicts raged throughout night and day beneath the earth, and screamed through the earthen halls unending, yet was not heard by the rest of the world -- a shadowed war, fought by few below, known by none above.

The finality of this violent line of struggles is unclear; whether the Mori’quessir remnants agreed to rally as one once more to rebuild their subterranean society or simply killed eachother off amid efforts for control is not known. What is known is that a great event transpired upon the cresendo of these events, when the mother of the Mori’quessir rose from her slumber in a great fury, a rage born of sorrow and frustration brought by the disunity and destruction of her brood.

Nemiisae, the Aengul of the Dark, directed her attention to her fallen children and devised a means to keep them pure, to assure that, if they were ever to survive and reform into the entity that once ruled Menorcress or beyond, they would retain the perfection they bore at the peak of their stygian greatness.

Holding connection to the blood of all Mori’quessir descendents, the Aengul cast forth a great plight upon sons and daughters both near and far: a curse, an affliction, and one most spiteful. Those that kept to the pure way of the Mori’quessir would be untouched by this, but those who would stray into the light, to galavant with the lesser races that invaded Asulon, would suffer. Half-breeds bearing halfsighted pride of their heritage would find themselves scorned, for the children they would conceive with blood not of the Aengul of the Dark would not pass down blood of their own, preventing the Mori’quessir race from being distorted by the descendents of the brothers.

The Way of Things

By the will of the Aengul Nemiisae, all whom bear Mori’quessir blood are cursed with the plight of dark purity. Those of Mori’ heritage, particularly those of halfblood, are now unable to produce Mori’quessir children beyond that of halfblood heritage. This is to say that anything beyond a Half-Mori’ could not truly exist, for if a Half-Mori’ and a descendent were to conceive a child, the child would embody the race of the descendent, and not a trace of Mori’quessir blood. Yet, the curse of Nemiisae was designed for cruelty. Children of descendents and Half-Mori’ would still suffer the afflictions of the Mori’quessir themselves, deeming the sun and light itself as their enemy without sharing the beauty passed down from the Aengul Nemiisae to her brood.

In summary;

- All future inter-bred children of Mori’quessir descent are born with a total lack of Mori’quessir blood, yet suffer the Mori’quessir alignment to darkness. They lack all traits of the Mori’quessir, and only take on the physicalities of their descendent parents.

- Pure-blooded Mori’quessir whom produce children with other pure-blooded Mori’quessir do not suffer this curse, as they would produce children with a great aversion to light anyway. If Mori’quessir blood lessens to beyond that of half-bred, however, the curse converges upon the conceived child and afflicts them permanently.

- The children of these cursed children would not, however, suffer the same curse, and merely would take on the race of the accursed parent and the designated curse of that parent’s descendent race.


In conclusion;

- All descendents of the Mori’quessir, both fully pure and half-bred, and all in-between, are to suffer an aversion to light. To escape this is impossible, and to try to train oneself to become immune to such terrible pains in the face of light would only lead to blindness.

 

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I support the destruction of needless, special snowflake characters.

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Well written and logical, with both IC and OOC benefits to RP. Huge support from me.

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If only genocide were viable... Too bad hustlers like Spinzir still have seed to sow.

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The lore has been voted on and has been approved. Why is has been accepted is due to it now prevent further troubles and adds a discouraging factor to playing old mori characters.

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This Lore has been accepted. Moved to Implemented Lore, it will be sorted to it's appropriate category soon.

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