Junoix 2301 Popular Post Share Posted January 28, 2025 Spoiler The journey to the secluded island was long and arduous, and perhaps unwise for a newly elected leader to leave her capital so soon after gaining the position. So much to do, so many to speak to - but this would gain precedence over all; the beginning to what was hoped to be a successful term. Must hire a ferry from the capital to here, too long of a journey for them to traverse themselves … check in on the Seed Chieftains and see what aid they require … the Grand Moot, I must call that before the next Elven year … ah, I must finish the children’s gifts … Her list of ‘musts’ traveled on and on, falling off her tongue as if a prayer. And yet, she had never been happier; had never felt so whole. Flowers bloomed freely at her feet, mapping the trail she walked through the many graves and murals. The sack slung over her back was heavy, but she paid it no mind - the weight scarcely anything compared to what she had been made to carry before. The sack fell from her hands as she reached her destination, kneeling before the looming statue. Eyes of admiration roamed the Matriarch’s carved features, the song of rushing water joining the serenity of the scene. Delicately, every candle was lit, fresh flowers spread before the altar, and then finally did she turn to the bag. Just as gentle and reverent as she had been with the candles and flowers did she grasp the cool stone, lifting the object from its confines. “You will never be welcomed in Nevaehlen.” Words of venom which repeated endlessly in her mind as she pondered the face before her; a sculptures head severed from the rest of its body. Once, she had cried over those words and the meaning behind them, had been buried in desolation and hate over the actions taken in the name of that sentiment. A gentle hand moved to caress the hard cheek of the figure, the corners of her lips lifting upwards. I am sorry I didn’t teach you better, that I did not help you master the ambition and fear within yourself. Her words were genuine, her intent sincere as she placed the head at the feet of the greater statue. Again did that gaze rise to meet its own, hands stilling within her lap. Warm tears rolled down her cheeks, shimmering with sage. I have found it, haelun. I have found peace. No longer did her soul burn with rage or scream for vengeance; no longer was the Fox separated from the skulk. Finally, she had been accepted by her kin. Finally, she had found peace. From Banished to Leader, the Viridian Voice rose from the ashes. 42 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Phersades 1710 Share Posted January 28, 2025 Vayan Vulnrith had been given the news upon her arrival back in Nevaehlen. The day had been long, draining her of energy and thought. This detail, as small as it might be to some, was grand for the family of foxes. The way Vayan saw it, every citizen of Nevaehlen should feel the same pride she did to know the future was bright at the hands of her mother and those The Grand Fox would guide. Vayan was compared to Sonna often, but she thought so few were blessed the way her mother was. In the comfort of her own, she would dream of the years to come, and the work her family would put in to make Nevaehlen something... new. Even Valah and Uruk at the far ends of the land would see it, perceive it, something grand. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rig 17591 Share Posted January 28, 2025 "Long live the Voice," said the Punished Infantry. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
veganwalmart 1059 Share Posted January 28, 2025 Somewhere within Nevaehlen, the most junior of the Fox's leash hoisted herself to the uppermost branch of a great, towering tree. As she surveyed the lush expanse about her, Fëa felt that she might take flight from that place. She had never known such freedom as this: the whole world hers to discover. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
trinn 5146 Share Posted January 28, 2025 Raelwyn had stood alongside another of Sonna's kin during the meeting of the elder's ascension, the daughter Fëa, perched high above in a balcony reclaimed by the wilds. The Vulnrith scrutinised the procession without much to say, an uncharacteristic soberness to his form; a small act of respect for the Fox, but respect nonetheless. His eyes cast a glance towards Fëa, so similar in appearance to the Elder below them. "Brilliance made manifest, Fëa." He remarked, his voice heavy with admiration "Mar'haelun has done it." Obviously, he took Fea to vandalise the city in celebration. Some odd, child-like pixie drawn in honour of the Fox. @liz 12 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cally 1080 Share Posted January 28, 2025 The elfess Reiha gave a smile upon the missive, for she had always believed in the change. A change, well needed, well executed, and thankfully well-received. Nothing was as freeing as a new horizon, peering from her observatory unto lush reed fields, giving a whole new meaning to a daylit triumph. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Spoopy_Duck 3220 Share Posted January 28, 2025 Having more recently arrived, Laurie found himself distant from his mother and her aspirations. Distant from most of his family aside from his older brother over the last couple years. Yet he was proud of all that his family had accomplished. Though he walked a different path in life he would pledge himself to the protection of his family if the need ever arose. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
BobBox 3798 Share Posted January 28, 2025 An Elf living in a faraway Kingdom made plans to leave the snow and return to Nevaehlen, at least for a bit. "A strong mind brings with it a strong vision. I am sure that my mother's vision will bring about brighter pastures." Taurion made sure to bring back exotic drinks - he knew Carrion Black was a popular drink amongst the local elves. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tav 4339 Share Posted January 28, 2025 An anticipated achievement, for the devout of Norra. One of his own aimed for the mantle, bridging the divide between Amathine and Vale-born; they now stood united as one. Though undoubtedly pleased for the time-being, he spared any forward acts of glee to represent; glimpses of the path forward sacked any excitement. A path that promised hardship and opinionated decisions, not only for Nevaehlen as a whole - but he himself. Nevertheless, wherever a skulk of fox dwell - a panther would attempt its company, veiled within a canopy. Spoiler 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Unwillingly 18133 Share Posted January 28, 2025 Further to the east, Galahad lifts his head in regard of the news. Often, it was difficult for him to reason with his rudimentary biases, of which he possesses many. Matters of the Western Valeites were no different. Perhaps it'd be Sonna who would heal his bitter, flawed inclinations, rather than cause them to fester after so long. 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Laeonathan 5897 Share Posted January 28, 2025 Once Raziel heard the news, he just wondered once; would the new regime engage in diplomacy at last? Only a visit would show. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
JJosey 1481 Share Posted January 28, 2025 ". . .Mya lelyu malii lari'onn" Idril exhaled slowly, the tension easing from her shoulders as she allowed herself a small, almost reluctant smile. "You’ve become everything you were meant to be," she said softly. “And so much more.” 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Deer__ 1558 Share Posted January 28, 2025 Aurelion was offered the news upon his next entry into his new homeland. The Nehvaelite offering up the tidings of ascension bore witness to the Once-Lord of Amathine and his great smile full of warmth. He would pat briefly the fellow's shoulder before striding off with an oddly out of place, for Aurelion, bounce to each step. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
glassyskies 320 Share Posted January 29, 2025 An elf named after the stars glanced down over the scrap of wood she had once used to cast her vote. Her gaze knit, and an angular smile darted 'cross her features so quick & easy. Once banished just like her mother, Sulcelia gazed from her seat at the pyre to the familiar sight of the closed gates belonging to Nevaehlen; this time, she was on the correct side, dwelling among those that welcomed her after so many years of a past leader's contrived and corrupt narrative. The shattered half of Miven's head - once a statue - tumbled about in her bag as she rose to locate Sonna, The Viridian Voice to congratulate her... 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Suzzie 866 Share Posted January 29, 2025 -=-=-=- Howls echoed from the forest, and it was like even nature rejoiced in its own way at the news. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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