A City Reforged

[Monkee 7369]

 

 

Industrious, methodical, practiced; they worked day and night, though no sun ever shone. Barked orders carried on the frigid winds, the towering arms of wooden cranes at their beck and call. With a discipline that only befit the Mali'fenn, stone after stone was laid forth, cemented by mortar. They worked tirelessly to implement the designs of their High Steward, Sarya Ithrandos. Even as they labored, their Mali'ker compatriots carved out stone, dirt, and ice beneath their feet. Where once there was a small settlement upon the fringes of civilization, there now arose the silhouettes of towers beneath the starless sky, built to withstand the battering winds and snow of the Rimeveld.

 

Gradually, the scars of battle were covered; the work of savage raiders, dark Xionists, and a powerful apparition. The former slain, and the latter driven to the crypts' depths in its wounded state, the Snow Elves had bought much needed time. Their handiwork soon stood complete - a formidable city.

 

Ikur'fiyem, home of the Snow Elves, had been reforged - even amidst the dark onslaught. Thus approaches the time for Mali'fenn and Mali'ker to purify the dual city of its dark assailants.

 

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A massive thanks to all of the builders involved in this, who are honestly too many to list! A special thanks to the build lead, JJosey :D
A build video will be out soontm, and I'm hoping to go more into detail on build credits there - just wanted to get an rp post out to let people know the paste is in! Big things ahead

 

[Callum 1009]

"Soon the darkness will be removed and all can gaze upon our might" The 'Fenn then said proudly as he stood upon the new walls, his gaze firmly trained on the Frost Witch shrine which plunged the city into frost and darkness

[Wolfey34 244]

Fenlar Aevaris walked into the city in awe, beginning to lose themselves in the many winding streets all with a massive grin on their face. Stumbling onto the new Aevaris residence they would sigh and look around, wonder clear in their childlike eyes. After exploring the manor they would collapse onto their bed, the rush of energy now gone and replaced with fatigue. However, before drifting off to sleep he would murmur one last thing.

 

“This feels like home”

[Valannor 6405]

Within the sullen depths, dark things slept.

 

The raucous cry of Industry pierced the silence. 

 

Within the sullen depths, dark things roused. 

 

The crypts were reforged - but that which lingered had recovered it's strength. 

 

Within the sullen depths, dark things gazed upwards. 

 

The sun did not dare shine here any more. All would die. The chain would be broken.

 

Within the sullen depths, dark things had been awoken. 

 

The Judgement below, given righteous mandate to decide that which Was, and Was Not. 

 

Within the sullen depths, the collective made it's choice. 

 

It Was. They Were Not. 

[ImCookiie 1950]

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Amazing build. Congrats to all members involved.

 

[Harold 3386]

Prince Sigirath Tundrak II, Tehir of Fenn, and Saneyir of the Tundrak Name, Firstborn to the Duke of the Hill, Prince Hadolph Tundrak, would gaze upon the city from the citadel, and marvel at its reborn beauty.
 

The coins and notes of goods and services rendered, would pile high on his desk next to the imported herbs and trinkets he had accumulated over these past moons with his kin. He would gaze over his fathers things he had brought back with him, now settled in a trunk in his office. What met him was a less than clean sash and medal rack, atop other journals. He would adorn these to his jacket, happy in the moment. 

 

Descending the cobbled stairs into the heart of the city he would feel rejuvenated and alive, as the hustle and bustle would fill his ears. Cheers would ring out, the work complete on the jewel of a peoples who had seen torment and strife, but had made good bedfellows of hope and appreciation of what is now, and what had past.
 

 

[Zonty 994]

Orinmon's face blurred in a light smile. He peered down at the missive, casually scanning it with his emerald gaze. The elf then pulled an empty letter, reached for ink and quil and started writting something. When he was finished, he firmly nodded several times. The letter was addressed to @Monkee and simply questioned - "Did you finally get heaters?

- Orinmon.". He then snapped his fingers in a loud manner, with a light grin remaining. Ebon raven darts off from one of Orinmon's chests, and lands near the elf. He then swiftly attaches the letter to raven's leg and sends the bird off. Raven leaves the room through slightly opened door. Orinmon then grabbed the missive, and read it once again. A frown formed on his forehead. "Xionists." The elf mutters out to himself before putting the missive back on his table and standing up from the seat. He slowly paced to the door and left the room, shutting it behind.

[TheWyrdWolf 1532]

For years had the grand City of Fenn and its defenders been besieged under the relentless assaults of Xionist forces. For years had their skies been clouded and choked with dark magics and fell omens. And in an assault that nearly broke the city and its people, the City endured in victory and its people stood stronger for it. 

Time was given to rebuild and rearm, time that had been purchased in the blood of many. Yet while Fenn used what little time they had bought, the forces of the dark patiently waited in their Barrows and Crypts.. biding their time and reclaiming their strength.

A Prophecy had been cast, and once more did the undead horde slip free from their tombs. The Barrowlord setting her eyes on Fenn and greater prizes once more, with renewed purpose and vigour.

[Starlight 46]

An Elder Drakon silently gazed on the new age of Ikur’Fiyem, a small smile painted on the woman her lips as she walked around.

 

Estelle Alyria Drakon, a woman who was like a mirror of the very snow  and ice of the remnants and it’s very foundations seemed to find some sort of solace in the homes of her kin. It reminded her of the dark times of Arcas and many years before she was reunited with her people. 
 

among the small snow flakes that dwarreled down, Estelle had never felt this at home before. 

[AstriaS 4988]

Far in the North, content in the holding she had carved out for herself, a Svarling woman sat and pondered the reconstructed city. "It would seem they have weathered the storm. First, they withstood Gorm's cohort, then these creatures they are said to have faced," Vikne stated, thinking aloud about the goings-on of the world. "Mm, indeed. They're a good, strong people." With that, she went about her day, and in the days that followed a peculiar gift would be delivered to the gates of the Fennic city; a cask of ale and the pelt of a wolf. Far from the bloody displays of days past, this was, strangely enough, a gift of respect.

 

Meanwhile, a particularly annoying snow elf bard by the name of Vaeri did as she always did, and made up a rather grand story about all of her great and instrumental contributions to the reconstruction, including but not limited to bricklaying, drafting, surveying, sculpture and the tuning of a piano. In all reality, of course, she had been traveling, hadn't been anywhere near the city in years, and was practically too weak to pick up a hammer, let alone lay bricks. But she told the story nonetheless- even to people who knew she was lying.

[Adelemphii 1766]

Eliyen Drakon cackled as she carried a young panda-ling (cub) found out in the wilds, taking it to her new room in the Drakon manor to vibe with and listen to tunes on her new disc station which she had spent a fortune on.

[JJosey 1481]

On top of what towers above most of the city's snow-capped roofs, Sarya Ithrandos stood on the balcony just outside the throne room. Pale blue hues scurried over the rebuilt city. The High Iylanhir of Fenn exploited the tranquil settings to evaluate her success, enabling the sound of the frigid air to overwhelm any conceivable interfering noise. A quiet, shivering but relieved exhalation escaped from her parting lips, followed by a contented grin plastered across pale features. 

[Unwillingly 18096]

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looks p fkn awesome, definitely better utilization of space