The Girl with the Flower Crown

[Gemini 1737]

 

OST

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The Girl with the flower crown

Born circa 1553, a Mali’thill with really no family or anyone else on that matter. She was all alone in a world filled with lesser races, dangers and impurity. Alone without parents, siblings or any other Mali’thill to raise her, to teach her Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya and to show her the path of Larihei. 

But was she never truly alone? 

 

Travelling across the realms, studying all those of lesser; food, culture, ways. But was this ever satisfactory? Of course not; she craved for a company of equality.

The elfess was close giving up, her craving for something better was never satisfied. Topics such as Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya was stranger to her. Purity was but a distant dream to this young Mali. 

 

Well, who was this young female elf? 

She was called Nuala, that’s it. For she didn’t deserve more. A simple scholar living as a house servant to some humans. She was but an elf who lived a simple life. 

But the more she studied, the more she did wanted was given to her by blood. Her right for knowledge.. 

She wished to visit the place she was sure to be her home. For she was a Mali’aheral. 

 

Nuala was scared; she never wanted to cause distress to those of her own. She had to make sure her purity was not questionable. The elfess decided to take a family name, make her own talonnii. Then, became the Dorberos. 

 

Nuala Dorberos, first of her name took a journey and escaped from the ranks of the lesser races to join her own. To join those true to the teachings of Larihei. So she did; went to Haelun’or but was met with a view that broke her heart. 

Her home was destroyed, it was filled with something hard to describe, something poisonous. 

The once esteemed city of Silver was destroyed and her citizens were gone, placed all across Atlas. Once again, she was alone. All by herself. 

 

Years had passed, and this growing elf had given up on the idea of meeting her own. Of joining her one true home. Haelun’or. 

But the idea was always there, buried deep in her head. Like a constant voice whispering to her. 

 

Nuala decided to travel across the realms of Atlas, from Dominion of Malin, all the way to the outskirts of Fenn; begging for someone to help her. To help her find her kin.
The elfess then heard that a sanctuary was built somewhere close to the old city of Okarn’thilln, Fi’Halen. 

 

Nuala went there in her best dress and a beautiful crown she made out of the most beautiful flowers. 

She was met with slander and insults. 

Her dress made a her a scarlet woman and her crown a druid. This broke her spirit. 

But just like Larihei, she did not give up. She was destined to join her own. 

And so she did. 

 

Nuala Dorberos suffered, but she was not the one to give up. 

 

The more Nuala was integrated into the high elven society; she learned that he was not mean but kind. The Maheral saw a child who was lost, a daughter of silver who was abandoned. He took it upon himself to guide her back to the right path. Maybe, just maybe did this esteemed Maheral catch feelings towards this little elf with no history. 

 

When the storm made its way to Atlas, and it was time to flee. Nuala and Dimaethor got closer and closer. Even “adopted” a child, two actually. Elrion Visaj and Celia Fiym’khel. 

Those two will stay within the mind of Nuala forever and she shall carry their memory as their mother. 

 

Unfortunately, whatever was between Nuala and Dimaethor was lost and they decided to end it on the day of the wedding.

The young Dorberos was devastated, for the emotional kind she was. 

 

[A dozen ripped pages here]

These ripped pages are just like her. One day the elfess woke up in the sanctuary where the monks reside, confused and once again lost. She had lost everything she for so long built.

 

 Her memory was gone. 

 

The only thing she knew was that she had to go to Haelun’or. Something was calling her, a female voice guided her through the dangerous roads of Arcas back home. 

 

The road to recovering her memory was long and at one point she even decided to start her life again as a  new member of the society. 

She tried to get to know her friends once again; some she was close with were offended by the fact that she didn’t remember them. 

 

It appears Nuala and the Okarir’maehr back then, Rinaedith Seregon were friends before the Dorberos disappeared for decades.
She was close friends with the esteemed Uppori Visaj. None of this she remembered. 

Then it was the time to meet the Sohaer, former Maheral, Malaurir Dimaethor Elervathar who was now in courtship with Maheral Iaria Elervathar. 

It seems even this cold-hearted Mali’thill was sad to see his ex-wife-to-be, his friend, like this. 

 

She never told anyone, but she was broken inside. She saw her old friends hurt, but could not do anything. 

But the one thing she was most afraid of was having children. This puritan could not fathom the possibility that she had left children all by themselves. Without a mother. 

 

Her memory was recovered. 

Did she tell anyone? No. She already started life as a new person and did not want to stress her friends anymore. But all those emotions she once had were now gone.

 

Life went on and slowly people began to realize she had recovered her memory but it wasn’t a big deal anymore. 

 

Years passed and time continued its never ending jorney towards. 

 

Nuala Dorberos is no longer Dorberos. She was not abandoned but stolen. She was taken, or by other means lost from her parents, Gwynaeth and Moederai Uradir.
This elf who always thought to be nothing but a servant was actually a Mali’thill, an Uradir by blood. 

 

Nuala Uradir then married and got children with the esteemed Delos Telperion. Delos, whom this elfess loves from the bottom of her heart.

For decades these two loved each-other. Got many children, children they will always love. 

 

No one knows what happened to the esteemed Uradir. They are gone missing, perhaps dead. Perhaps elsewhere. 

But who knows. 

 

One day, the butterfly shall emerge from its cocoon.

 

 

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[!] Once the Uradir family heard the news of the missing Nuala, who was assumed dead – They went to check her room, her belongings in the Uradir manor. 

They found a book, signed by no one, filled with pages and envelopes. Each envelope would be sealed with wax, the Uradir emblem decorating it. 

 

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OOC: Just to clarify, this is not a PK post. Simply a post now that Nuala, my character is assumed dead and her belongings were found. 

Also no hate I suck at forum posts. 

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[!] To my beloved firstborn, Ithia. 

 

So much, yet so little time we had together.

 

I shall hold tight to the memory of you; your smile brighter than any star in the sky. 

Your tight embrace; that comforted me in need. 

 

I apologise for leaving you so early. 

 

 

But you are not alone, you have a family that will always carry you. 
You are my firstborn, I will never forget that. 

Please take care of your siblings, Haelun needs to rest. 

 

 

@Fiiieee

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[!] To my second daughter, my star, 

 

It is unfortunate what happened to us, to you. 

I am so sorry. 

I am and will always be your Haelun.

 

Stay safe, Celia Fiym’khel.

 

@LotsOfMuffins

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[!] To my first son, 

My love for you is eternal, my protection over you is eternal. 

We carry memories, good and bad; but all of them remind of how much you mean to me. 

 

I saved you from the claws of that failed mother of yours, but most importantly you saved me. 
Go now, Elrion – Haelun will always look after you. 

 

@Keldrith

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Malaurir Dimaethor Elervathar,

 

My love for you is eternal. 

 

You guided me, taught me and protected me. 

In-return I offered you my love, my loyalty. 

 

I am eternally grateful to you.

 

 

I would like to ask two more things; rest. You deserve it. 

 

Secondly; Help, guide and teach my children. There will be a time when they need you.

 

Tell them stories of me.

 

@Ankan

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[!] This letter I pledge to my sister, Matriarch of the Uradir talonnii, 

 

Ahern Ito’naeleh. 

You saved me, Lari’onn. 

 

You gave me family when I needed it. Love, when I needed it. Listened to me, when I needed it. Protected me, when I needed protection. 

 

I hope we departed with a goodbye.

 

I hope someday you have the courage to open your heart. To find the love you so deserve. 

 

Lari’onn, I am safe. I am okay. 

I am with the rest of the Uradir. I am with Larihei. 

 

Worry not; I left with a smile on my face. 

@SquakHawk

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[!] To my youngest child, Filarion, 

 

You will be a great Mali’thill. Haelun knows. 

Wherever I know am, you will be the one I picture when I go to sleep. When I miss my children. You are the one I failed the most, forgive me for that. 

 

But never succumb to impurity, always follow the teachings of Larihei.- Anethra will guide you along the path. 

@marimbamonk

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[!] To my greatest friend, Laurir Dele Seregon, 

 

You never judged me and you always accepted me. With you, I could unleash the emotions I for so long kept to myself. 

You saved my life, more than once. You were a friend I did not deserve. 

 

I am sorry about everything I could not do for you but I hope you will someday bloom. 

 

You deserve nothing but the best. 

 

Ahernan, Laurir, Ahernan. 

@Demented_Delila

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[!] To the one I can never repay, 

 

Seth, I always looked up to you and your seniority. You were always the one I turned to for advice. 

You saved my face in many situations and you always supported me. 

You advised me and on many occasions took over me when the nation needed. 

 

You are my family. If you ever wish to use the Dorberos name, you may. 

I wish we could’ve shared more moments together. 

 

@Samler

 

[kuerbis 3802]

Ithia’s fingers trembled as she found the letter. The elfess blinked the tears away, stiffly opening the envelop to read the simple words, that still hold so much value in them. A shaky sigh escaped her. Once more, she wiped her tears. Once more, she got out of her seat, putting on her heavy coat. After readying a cart and her loyal steed, Ithia made her way to Haelun’or – to visit some relatives.

[Demented_Delila 1248]

There was a profound, almost sickening feeling that grew within the Okarir’hiylun as she read the letter later. There was, without a doubt, evidence Nuala Uradir had been murdered. Ithia’s quickened cry to her in the square had set a sort of cold ice to her veins, the idea that somebody was so gruesome to murder, then dismember them to deliver the parts elsewhere, was horrific.

 

There was a dry, ashen taste on her tongue as she sips from her coffee cup. 

[ronin_champloo 5951]

”Another falls – By murder or their own hand; I know not, perhaps some might remember her.”

 

An ‘Aheral murmurs, his gaze ridden in scrutiny. A brief laughter, curling and morbid – Disgusting and vile, soon arose from his lips. None could hide the bile that arose from his throat, the maddening sight that he garnered.

 

“Perhaps not.”

[squakhawk 14043]

Anethra paced about the manor, tapping the floor with her black dressing shoes which clicked along with each step of her looping march. She finnicked with her gloves, rubbing along her palms to make up time- uncertainty eating away, distraction for her hands from doing worse.

”They do think they can harm our family, with mere parts fished out a river? Ne-“ she paused, The frail Crone glancing leftward. Nuala looked different, some- her features less defined, hair missing in some places and reappearing in others, some parts blurred- although generally staying the same, was her sweet and genuine smile, soft eyes of silver and pale skin. 

”Funny, lari’onn. They will ne break us- Uradir aren’t to be disrespected by so. Give me a week and I will have this vile, childish halfwit of a prankster spiked from mouth to rear above our gates.” She insisted, seeming to have a fury come about her as she continued- before recentreing oncemore- coming to peace oncemore. One of her many’d levy came forth and offered a note, hushing a whisper and stepping offward- the Uradir seeming uninterested. She read over the note, Nuala leaving the room afterward- fading to obscurity. 

”Hm.” she hummed lowly, a brief moment. ”Good.” she uttered, looking upward, giving a low huff through her nose as she further calmed, rubbing her face. “I’ll keep your room dusted, lari’onn.” she replied, stepping to her room, placing the note under her pillow- seeming to have formed quite the collection. 

[lemonke 6014]

A grim creature became aware of Nuala's death or disappearance. A gasp ran away from her lips. "Who was that horrible demon who did this?!" She exclaimed, taken back from such a event

[Samler 1566]

Seth sighed deeply as he entered his little room once more, locking it behind him, checking it twice to make sure it were indeed locked. After checking the sign above his door, he turned his attention at the letter he had placed in plain view on his table for himself the last couple of nights. This time, he took out a small golden coin and placed on the table with a frown. “A curse if she is truely gone.” He muttered dryly to himself as he took up the letter, folded it neatly and brought both it and the coin to a small box, hidden underneath his bed, after unlocking the old lock, revealing a small pile of letters within it as well as a handfull of coins. “I suppose, at least she herself is blessed, to be away from current events. The blessing of the void.” He rolled his eyes as he added the letter and coin to the pile. “Seth’leh ahernan ito nae.” The box were slowly closed and locked once more, stored away, out of sight, out of mind. “I will remember you, like the others. The least I could do.”

[a certain elf 0]

From a place much distant to the Silver Walls, a certain elf mayhaps caught word of this misfortune, a fleeting account from passing snippets heard, an inquiry then made.

“Truly, a pity.”  they remarked to themselves, a prod of the tip of a carefully-trimmed fingernail upon the inner corner of an eye, flicking a glazed bead from it. “ The Dorberos-Telperion-Uradir, though we had our disagreements, was a kind acquaintance. May they rest well, either in mournful permanence, or in the recovery of temporary distancing.” 
Another day passed in quiet recline, a musing thought drifted in hopes that the elfess in question might yet be well.