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THE ARCANE CONCORD


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The Arcane Concord

Ratified 18th of the Amber Cold, 8 SA

 

Since the days of Lucion Sullas and Iatrilemar Elervathar, the pursuit of the Arcane has long been an ordained duty of Mali’thill. As we are a race born of its intricacies so too do we possess an affinity, therefore obligation, to see to furthering our progress and mastery in the ways of magic. Following a momentous meeting have the Elverhilin of Norseth’onn and the Mali’thill of Haelun’or found fruitful agreements in not only a dedication for the arcane, but also an understanding in matters beyond. It is through the magnanimity of land that the Silver State of Haelun’or has come to the decision of supporting our Elverhilin allies, and in return will they repay this debt as much as it is worth, and more. 

 

Both parties thus agree to the following terms below with the signatory of this Concord, in good will and a spirit of cooperation for the future to come:
 

[I.] Land shall be given to the Elverhilin Clan within the borders of Haelun'or for restoration of the Principality of Norseth'onn, which will be declared a protectorate of Haelun'or with Anordal Elverhilin as Prince of Norseth'onn. Laws will be made in accordance to the wishes of both Haelun'or and Norseth'onn, under the purview of Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya. 

 

[II.] The Principality of Norseth'onn pledge to rally militarily and act in the interests of the Sohaer and Haelunor. The Principality of Norseth’onn also pledge to be partisan to agreements made by Haelun’or as a result. 

 

[III.] The Principality of Norseth’onn pledges to deny entry, refuge, right-of-passage, housing or accommodation of any kind regardless of if it is temporary or permanent to mali’aheral or tali’mali’aheral without the explicit permission of the reigning Sohaer from now into perpetuity. Perverse mali’ata who identify or are known as impure, mali’aheral who otherwise are clearly adverse to the security of the blessed Silver State of Haelun’or, or mali’aheral identified by the Sohaer shall be handed over to the Sillumiran.

 

[IV.] The Principality of Norseth’onn agrees to assist and collaborate with Haelun'or in any form of magical endeavours, the proliferation of magic and the on-demand production of arcane constructs. 

 

[V.] The Principality of Norseth’onn will be inducted to Elheial'mali of Haelun'or and their allies, and will be expected to attend their biweekly meetings. Furthermore, Norseth’onn recognises Malinor as a home of the mali’ame, and are partisan to agreements made between the Silver State of Haelun’or and the State of Malinor.


 

AY'AILERONN'SAE

MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

 


 

Signed,

Sohaer, Arelyn Iyathir

Medi’ir, Kolvar Uradir

Medi’ir, Theris Elibar’acal

Prince of Norseth’onn, Anordal Elverhilin

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Anordal Elverhilin resumes work in Haelun'or's forge, once more Elverhilin constructs begun to flood across the realm. 

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An 'Ame of Haeseni persuasion smiles upon the missive, and the future it represents. 

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Several few dimples framed themselves about one Artemidoros Elverhilin'grim countenance for the favour of setting to its bounties a smile in folds and stretches across, binding thus folded flaps at skin tissue to the far bags along either eyes, in yet a show for a bemused excitement to his interests. His lips faltered few, whence did they part their thinned nicety for the blight of wrinkles about jawline in its far strains over timid, supple flesh to hang and plaster itself only barely to his chassis, in entertainment of a starving obituary and famine therein. Nevertheless, for this accord, the Elverhillin beckoned of his noggin a fair few spirals to upwards rises and cranes whereabout chin, and subsequently downwards to a short dip and bob few, besetting reduction to the momentum at which so held his eyelids a widen, in drawing them to short slits for the last likeness of squints a hubris over, obscuring the wrinkling to either ends of his eyes a vermillion to crow's feet per engrossing a better exuberance to guise.

The Elverhillin blighted verily, the interests of his neck, with grooves and furrows to the profiles of contours and slashes to the limb in making for its trajectory over his left flank, rallying pools of rural viridescent in either eyes about gaze to Zekiel, his own very son, smile widening tenfold in its further stretches over, managing ear to ear, following yet a parting to the glaze that so held them to dwelling about each other's measures for to have drawn themselves asunder, in oscillating word to his Adam's apple, forsooth having pulsated at it.

 

"You are an odd… wonderful one, Anordal. You see what he means then, in mention of his dream for Malinor?"

 

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Prince? The title is bad enough, but held by an Elf possessing not even a droplet of pure blood? They must be joking.” Athri’leyun Laraethryn grumbled upon reading the document. She’d then crumble the parchment within her open palms before tossing it into the smoldering fireplace.

 

“Furthermore, who authorized this horridly lewd depiction of the female reproductive system as the sigil for such a lackluster house of Mali’ame? Then hung it like a ribbon under the sacred Silver City’s reputation.” She’d cry out in anger.

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An Elverhilin of high esteem would smile upon the concord, setting himself quickly to constructing the glamorous Principality.

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Siss'sira looked over the missive with a growing smile, folding and tucking it into her cloak as she joined Anordal in the forge.

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A giant icy construct stomps through the realm in the name of his maker.

He comes to the missive upon a board, leaning in with a frosty misted exhale as he reads, answering only with a grunt.

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Avaeramos smiles the brightest of all smiles, and pockets the missive before setting out for the Bastion of Silver. 

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Tark clumsily sauntered about the realm, ensuring all took part in reading over the missive in the name of his Elverhilin creator.

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An Elverhilin of amber eyes would gaze over the missive with a small frown, yet glee within his eyes "So it has begun." he would utter out in a tired voice, tossing the missive into the fire.

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17 hours ago, Hephaestus said:

 

Upon the reception of his father's timeworn visage did the Elverhilin bid some similar bobs of the head, his crown of disheveled locks dancing in accordance. The elder's smile was mimicked, now creasing Zekiel's very own cheeks. "A dream no longer" He simply told, that smile of his only growing.

 

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