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An Accordance of Magic: Revival of the Arcanic Roots


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An Accordance of Magic: 
Revival of the Arcanic Roots

30th of Malin's Welcome, Year 30 of the Second Age

 


From the origins of our lineage of Silver, the innate existence of the ‘thill has been interwoven with the path of arcane. Larihei had set out for us to explore the infinities of the beyond as an extension for our progress and health. In recent years, it seems such a venture has drifted from the sights of our silver kindred. Hence, the enactment of the Arcanic Accord to revitalize the voidal roots of the Mali’thill. It is the goal and mission of the Arcanic Accord to encourage the path of the pure to be directed onto voidal pursuits and studies. Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya is about the progression of what makes our blood truly that of silver and that includes the origins of our being. 

 

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A depiction of Larihei discovering the void. 

 

The addressing of the  stagnancy in voidal pursuits will not just be of words, but the solution of it will be one of action. The implementation of several initiatives around the city will begin effective immediately. 

 

I. The establishment of the Magelight Tavern and Inn; the casual atmosphere shall be enhanced with a plethora of enchantments to display the capabilities of the arcane.

II. Reinstituionalizing the Eternal College as a hub of knowledge for the study of the arcane; classes will begin to teach about the void and various magics.
III. Pioneering of Arcane Couture; it is our duty as ‘thill to do better and that includes presenting ourselves in a manner that sets us apart from that of the norm with the continual progression of self care and arts. 
IV. Establishment of the Arcane Enchantery; there will be an atelier for mages to have a place to create their enchantments and will be given access upon asking either the Okarir’mali or Okarir’maehr for keys.

 

These initiatives are only the start of what is to come for the prosperity of  Haelun’or. It is the duty of all ‘thill to preserve and protect our culture, such as with this. There will be more initiatives as time goes on and any questions may be directed to Valyris Wynasul, Okarir’mali as she is leading the charge to revitalize such an important part of our culture. 

 

Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya

 


Sohaer, Kolvar Uradir

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Okarir’mali, Valyris Wynasul

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Okarir’maehr, Valindra Viradiraar

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A seasoned magi cackled maniacally at the missive from an immaculate marble spire, beyond the Silver Isles.

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Seraphite Viradiraar's eyes scan the missive, her brow furrowing in some concern. "You see, that's something." She mutters, her eyes taking a viridescent hue, the colour familiar to a few. "But I have my worries."

 

At her words, particles of sand surround her hands, swirling above the mali's palms. "The void is an interesting thing, its power is something to harvest." The sand slowly clumps together, forming the rough shape of a a rock. "Something to behold, to harness." The rock morphs, slowly becoming long and pointed, hardening fully as it hovers in front of her palm. "And while it's something swell to behold....."

 

Seraphite trails off, sending the rock forward with a rush of her hand, watching with satisfaction as it impales the tree in front of her. "It's something to fear, something that pollutes one's mind. It's dangerous, complicated-"

 

The glow from her eyes fades completely, the woman flopping down to lay on her back in the grass beneath her. "And it should not be used by some silly 'thill wanting to do tricks, and it should not be used by the same silly 'thill as propaganda." Her eyes fall shut as a huff escapes her, remaining where she is for the rest of the day.

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