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[Dakirennis 959]

 

The weeks went on and not a day would go by without the sound of chisel against stone in the mali'ker settlement. Dak'ir cut, smoothed, and carved stone. His brother Dak'res toiled over designs for their structures before constructing them himself. Alakagh and Jayce worked the mines, hauling what they could from the depths below. Little by little, day by day, their home grew. Taynuel shaped and weaved the trees around their stone homes. He grew them high to further shelter the dark elves and make sure they hadn't intruded too much on nature. From all around did the mali'ker flock. To most, a chance to be among their kin was their drive. Whilt to others, a desire to learn of their culture and the Ancestors. Whatever the reason, it brought a weary smile to Dak'ir as he watched them gather at Xyusne's tavern each night to exchange tales.
It was a new beginning for the mali'ker, a new place to call home and move on from their past on Ker'nor. And most importantly, a chance to redeem themselves in the eyes of their Ancestors.

 

 

Gone were the days of Ker'nor. For now, they stood tall and proud in their new home of Ebonglade.
 

[HardstyleRaver2 56]

A dark-blue-haired dark elf in dark armor would be seen attacking a target dummy just outside of the blacksmith. He grunts with every swing he makes with his arming sword, and his sweat would drip on the ground. He would practice bashing his heater shield that matches with his uniform against the dummy. If one were to observe him, they'll notice of how precise and powerful his swings would be as if he's extremely experienced.

[Remyy 952]

A fair Ker could be spotted watching young children play in there new home.

She kept her steady eye on them making sure no harm came to surpass them.

A soft smile flows onto her face as the children laugh and joke, gently she offers a cheerful look going to gather the two into the tavern for some food.

[Brokenhelix 145]

Emerging from the cave, raising a black, gold, and blue gauntlet to cover his eyes from the light as his eyes had adjusted to the dark of the mines. Carrying his pack, heavily laden with ores and stone, on one shoulder and his chipped and cracked crystalline pick-axe over the other, he heads to the Smith, preparing to begin his work.

[ThumperJack 927]

A single dark form a bit shorter than the average human and seemingly glowing, literally, in the night. Demagol says to himself "Gud ta' see t'ey've got ah place fer t'emselves." He strokes his beard thoughtfully as he continues on with his travels.

[Criala 729]

A soft humming can be heard by any who pass by the Citadel gardens. One look would show Lielle among the flowers, perched upon the stone lining the garden. A small pile of cut flowers lays beside her. Her gaze trails up any time someone walks by. They are greeted with warmth, before she goes back to weaving the flower crown in her hands.

[__WaterFox__ 636]

A rather dark skinned wood elf sat in the tavern, strumming her shamisen with a broad grin as the others danced and clapped to the tunes she played. With how this wood spoke, acted, and carried herself you would almost think the hue of her skin was just mud hiding the ebon that was surely beneath. But no, she was just a well liked 'almost' dark elf

[Elad™ 560]

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