A Call to the Isilioleth

[Wrynn 1349]

[!] You notice a scroll pinned to the wall of a dim-lit tavern.

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In recent and trying times it appears that our brothers and sisters in Vira’Ker have betrayed what it means to be a Mali’Ker. They idle within their city under the notion that turning their back upon the Spirits and the notion that forsaking their Ancestors goes unnoticed, they worship an unbound chaos known as ‘The Void’ in a weak attempt to bring back the power that was given to them by the Spirits and they spit on the foundation of our race. It is in this true dire time of need that we do not let this act of great sin pass and we, the Isilioleth, regroup and recollect from the past misfortunes that have run rampant among our clan.

 

I too noticed the divergence of our brothers and sisters long ago, and sought out Krugmar as a place of refuge. It is here that I have found solace and peace; among like minded individuals, more similar to a ‘Dark Elf’ than those who rest in Vira’Ker. If you share my sentiment I ask that you reach out to me, Tedyn Isilioleth of Clan Yar, in Krugmar, where we may find ourselves once again together.

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OOC:

This is a fairly old dark elven clan and I seem to be the only active member of it left. I’m looking to make the clan active again and need some new players to join. If you’re looking to make a new character and would be interested in spiritual roleplay I’d suggest giving this a look! Here’s the link to their clan post, if you’d like to join give it a reply and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can!

 

 

 

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

R.I.P

[DrinkableTreesTV 31]

Mirmue would seat herself in thr tavern  after reading the paper- she would immediately glare at the iron banding around her wrist. Recalling how it commemorated the allies she made in Vira'ker and anxiously gripped her silken vestements of Cosmic Inquisition. She'd be muttering lightly as she says, "I'm sorry my friends seemed to have strayed from their paths, Ancestors.."

 

She would then nibble on some porkchop before nodding and enthusastically saying, "If this is a calling for me to answer, then I will hear them out". She then immediately hides under her cleric-like shroud- face flushed with embarassment as the dwarven table next to her seemed to have heard her.

[osumanduas 1442]

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

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it.