A Velulaei'onn Awakening

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“Veluluai followed the whispers. In many ways it was a wild goose chase. She sailed down the coast of the ancient isle of Asul until she found what she was looking for. A dense jungle. While it was within Malin’s domain, the harsh nature of this jungle made it so no elf wished to colonize it, and so it remained primal and wild. Veluluai ventured inside with her guild in tow, hoping to find evidence of this ancient, unspoken god…”
 

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[!] A pensive would be sent out to the cities of Almaris containing the following. . .

As Veluluai sailed across the seas, so would her people. The Mali’ker of Velulaei’onn, a band mixed between castaways and nobles from the destruction of Renelia and Vira’ker. The true followers of Veluluai exist to this day, and continue on their goal to achieve the history of old. Their sails filled with air as they arrived upon the rocky northern shores, where their rampage began just as it had before.

"We had heard a crashing against the rocks the night before, during the storm. So once the weather calmed, we ventured out to investigate. We found them there, their ship a mess of flotsam, themselves ragged and strewn across the rocky beach. We approached to help them, but then they rose... there was something in their eyes.. something I cannot describe. It gave me the chills. They drew what weapons they had and attacked us. Eleyas and Maia w-were...were cut down. We ran. They chased after us, stormed into our defenseless city where we'd lived for centuries, and killed everyone they saw. Some of them didn't have weapons... they just picked up sharp rocks and...and bashed at our skulls."

~A survivor’s account of Veluluai’s insanity driven attack on Vallei’onn

The group had slain the primitive people near the coast, taking what they could themselves. For a while they had covered themselves in black armor and covered their heads in dark cloths  as they attacked nearby settlements and villages driving all that they could away from the lands. They armored themselves, they prepared for the worst to come. They will not make the same mistake of trusting the outside world again.

“And dig they did, over the next several years they excavated great expanses of tunnels and caverns. In these, they built their homes, and inside them they thrived. Great cities were built, carved into cliff-faces and great cavern openings. These cities were decorated with shrines to many spirits, most to Luara of the moon. Most cities had a place where light filtered in from the surface, a place where dark elves could go to catch moonlight.”

As they settled into the earth below them they continued to dig, and dig deeper into the caverns of stone below them as if the very dwarven god’s guided them. They made camps, settlements, shanty towns and more as they ventured into the depths, for the outside world has sought to harm the divine ancestry of Velulaei. The sound of picks rang through the night, before a shout came deep within the caverns. A light shone through the end of the tunnel, the sound of voices echoed off the cavern walls, the Velulaei’onn had found their way to Nor’Asath.
 

 Signed Veris Velulaei'onn, Last Prince of Renelia, Patriarch of Clan Velulaei'onn
 

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[Phersades 1710]

The Princess of Nor'asath heard whispers of the return of this young Mali'ker... Her heart skipped a beat with the news. It had been so many years since she had heard the name Veris Velulaei'onn. She paced around nervously in the R'ikarth clan hall as she thought of what to do or what to say to the young man. The one she had abandoned. Even if she had done it for his own safety, would he have understood that? She loved Vaeril and Veris like her own, she wished she had gotten more time with that.. However, she would just need to figure out how to take that first step in their direction again. 

On the other end of the continent though, a woman of pale eyes would hear similar whispers. A Velulaei'onn.. settling in the remnants of the city originally build by those of her blood. It had been a long time since she considered herself Yl'asath, Velu'asath, or any variation.. Perhaps if time permitted, Lilia Velu'asath, now Chen Lilia, would find her way home.

[Zhikarta 4064]

Ailmar turns in his grave.

 

 

Another blueberry skinned Dark Elf spits out his blueberry juice over his blueberry clothes, gets a heart attack and drops dead on the spot.

 

 

Spoiler

Just don't **** it up like so many others have/are

 

[ColonelKuehl1 560]

From the afterlife a fallen prince, one whom was brought into the forefront by the cruel hand of fate grew hopeful of his Cousins return having only regretted not knowing him more before his end. 

 

"May the Velulaei'onn persist then." thought the fallen Prince.

[Jake the Dog 290]

Velu raised a brow as she read the missive. 

"Damn, they named themselves after me, how sweet."