The Ascension of the Atmorice

[Moping 542]

Princely Letters for the

Atmorice Talonnii

Published; 19th of Grand Harvest, 180 S.A.

 

“ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya”

 

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It is a pleasure to reward the Atmorice Talonnii for their hard work for the Principality of Celia’nor over the last century and elevate the standing of Miss Adelia Atmorice to that of Laurir. It is due to their loyalty and continued support within the Principality that they have earned their title through striving above what is expected of them. They are tasked with maintaining their lands and holdings within the lands of Celia’nor that they have been tasked with preserving and to continue to serve the Principality with grand diligence.

 

 

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AY’PUERAN;

 

His Royal Majesty, The Prince of Fi'andria, Evarir of the North, Descendant of The Silver Phoenix, Enforcer of the Star’s Will, Prince of Celia'nor,  Illthrak Ibarellan of the Principality of Celia’nor

 

[Mathi 63]

"Another great Talonnii to join the nobles! Ay'Celianor." Mathi Lensul'em nods in approval. 

[Muckelpu 291]

"Well done Delli." Aeth mumbled with a proud smile, their gaze fixated on the missive held in their hands.

[Pearlescent 585]

Adelia would stare at the missive for a moment, letting its words sink in as she would look over it "We did it" she would state with a small chuckle

[Wyrvun 1808]

Emaelia Drakon, eventually finding herself a copy of such a declaration furrows her brows "Wait, they're still a thing?-- What do you mean things don't simply cease to exist when I ignore them." Her tone saturated with irony, then herself, moving to prepare the construction of The Wayshrine Of Peace.

[Morigung-oog 5697]

From afar in an area separated from the public rabble, a distant Atmorice, once destined for matriarchy and a royal’s life caught wind of the notice. Perhaps it came as no surprise that she was still observing her kin’s actions even during the peak of her absence from the city she once called home.

 

”I’m not there to keep you all in line. Don’t **** it up.”

 

Warned Valindra, though she left it at that, having grown used to and even coming as far to admit she was preferring her departure from the political scene of Celia’nor to her former day-to-day life there to an acolyte as they polished her throne, the only throne the named of Mordring knew she ever truly wanted and deserved.

 

 

 

[Nimbus_Strike 271]

A pale 'fenn of Drakon took a drag of her rose-scented cigars as she continued to direct her workers towards the construction of a new ship in Vortice, her snowy brows furrowing some as a worker brought over said the missive.

 

"Rime and Star were meant to be separate. Yet Adelia sworn her loyalties elsewhere." She'd flick her flint-and-steel lighter, setting the edge of the missive on fire before looking to the rising sails. "Ah, well. It's neh my place to say what's right or wrong for those who follow that Void-touched Gohalir. And at the end of the day..." Her gaze turned to the skies, and she'd blow a ring of smoke upwards, chuckling some. "Our path is still free. Their path is neh."

Edited May 16, 2024 by Nimbus_Strike

[SilverTirith 122]

In a peaceful corner of a village, the fire-haired Atmorice smiles happily for her family’s success.
 

”Glad you all will be well, at least.”

[Laeonathan 5889]

"Stars guide you, kin!" Exclaimed another 'fenn. "We are one step closer to Vytrek's dream again!"