Proclamation of Restoration

[Aeus 2653]

A flyer is sent to the citizens of Malinor and its allies.

 

 

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Restoration:

 

The Princedom of Malinor was the birthplace of the Elves. Here, our political, spiritual and religious identity was shaped. Here we first attained sovereignty. We created cultural values of national and universal importance, and even gave the world protection from the threat of Iblees in Asulon. After the fall of our ancestral home by the surrender of High Prince Sylvaeri, our people kept faith throughout the centuries that someday we may return home and renew our independence. In recent times, even before the foundation stone of our new capital had been placed; Elves came in numbers to rebuild a new, independent and sovereign Malinor.

 

We will open for Elven migration and the ingathering of exiles. We will strive to develop the land for the good of all its residents. The state will be based upon foundations of liberty and justice as envisioned by our father Malin himself. We will ensure freedom of conscience, and education. We extend our hand to the realms of Almaris and their people to establish cooperation and mutual help. Malinor is ready to do its part in a joint effort for the advancement of all Elven peoples. 

 

I appeal to you, my kin to return. I appeal to you to come together within Malinor, and to stand by it in the great struggle for the realization of the age-old dream of the redemption of Malinor. By the virtue of our natural and historic right, we establish our ancestral home once more. Placing our trust in our father Malin, I sign this declaration of the restoration of The State of Malinor.

 

The Sovereign

Aych’cief Siadrrar

[argonian 14254]

"I thought the title of Malinor held more prestige than to be forged through a rebranding." Roland muses.

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

Cyrus reads upon the missive, "It has been my utmost pleasure to be able to partake in such a historically significant event such as this. In time the elves will have a state to look to as an example of what can be achieved with passion and unity."

[bickando 3967]

Pretty Princess Helen muses on the flyer from the comfort of Anna Henrietta's parlor.

 

"Is Malinor their version of Oren, Ms. Anna?" asks the girl in that sharp voice that had become so well-known to the beleaguered servantry of the house. A fat pug snored loudly at her feet before the smouldering fireplace; a cool breeze blew through the open window beside her. One could hardly tell there could be more important matters for them to think about than the re-emergence of a Malinorian state.

 

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[libertyybelle 6187]

1 minute ago, edelos said:

Pretty Princess Helen muses on the flyer from the comfort of Anna Henrietta's parlor.

 

"Is Malinor their version of Oren, Ms. Anna?" asks the girl in that sharp voice that had become so well-known to the beleaguered servantry of the house. A fat pug snored loudly at her feet before the smouldering fireplace; a cool breeze blew through the open window beside her. One could hardly tell there could be more important matters for them to think about than the re-emergence of a Malinorian state.

 

@libertyybelle

 

The Governess snorted lightly at the quip- popping a piece of chocolate into her mouth. "Too true- darling Helen!"

[Phersades 1710]

Celia'ii Siadrrar would read over the missive written by her father... She smiled softly as she would place the message down on the tavern's table. "The brightest of futures.. We will bring new memories, new life, and new legend to Malinor's name. They will see.." 

[The Media Wizard 2958]

Amaesil reads over the missive that has reached the woodland realm after passing through many hands. He flattens out the wrinkled parchment and peers at the wording curiously. After a long pause, the elf looks down the forested road — the road out of the woods. His lips thin in thought before he raises tall. Amaesil folds the parchment and tucks it neatly into his robes before donning is brown cloak. He pulls the hood snuggly around his neck and takes up his druidic glaive Arhilcóon. The young druid starts down the pathway.

 

[Arashiha 294]

Lunah ponders the proclimation with great curiosity, she had for so long been an elf among humans she had always wondered what it would be like to be among more of her kind. "Something to keep an eye on, and perhaps lend a hand if the need arises." she hums softly to herself before wandering off to continue on her day.

[Zhikarta 4064]

An ancient creature lurks through the Malinorian woods, hoping to one day return home.

[ColonelKuehl1 560]

      Vival looks over the missive "Finally a place too call home." He sat eagerly amongst his camp awaiting to bring his clan to the new state.

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

"Huh....I can dig it." Said some dark elf.

[OhDeerLord 673]

An old elf finds the missive and spends a long time simply staring at it, shaking his head slowly and muttering to himself "These people have no idea what they are talking about.." the man would lean back, letting out a small sigh as ancient memories start bubbling to the surface. Of Asulon. Of Normandor. Sythra and Native, Bravepaw and others at that time. 

 

He only frowns, and pushes himself out of his chair and out of the home, to channel everything back into his work.