A STARS DISSOLUTION

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Published; 227 S.A.

 

“ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya”

 

☽ ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ ✯ ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ ☾ 

 

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Let this be written and let it be remembered, ne as a mere declaration, but as a final breath—a farewell bound in sorrow and love.

When the ashes of Almaris scattered into the wind, it was believed that Celia’nor had perished with it. Our homes had burned, our golden tree had turned to cinder, and the banners that once soared with elegance had been cast into ruin by war and monstrous calamity. Our people, those proud and luminous of spirit, were left broken, scattered across the seas with little more than memory and mourning to guide them. Many thought that was the end. Many believed that Celia’nor, proud jewel of the east, would live on only in whispers and old songs.

But they were wrong. Ti, they were wrong.

In the early days of Aevos 82 years ago, when the stars above seemed dim and the roads ahead uncertain, Celia’nor was reborn. From scattered embers rose the hand of our predecessors, the former Princess Royarch, my haelun, Illyria Ibarellan—who alongside my maln, the former Prince, Aevar Ibarellan, and those of our lliran, some by the names of Sylvin Cerusil, Sylvir Cerusil, Atheleon Py’lrie, Irelia Py’lrie, Ronan Acaln’sae, Llora Soltee, and Raziel Amethil, gathered our people once more, uniting those who had ne forgotten.

With their return came the seed of our salvation, a vision for what could be, built upon the bones of what once was. We journeyed together through ice and stone, and when the stars shone their light upon us again, we planted our hopes into the northern mountains. There, amid wind and snow, the Golden Tree bloomed anew, ne as it once was, but as something stronger—its roots forged by suffering, and its branches lifted by hope.

Celia’nor was ne reborn in splendor, but in resilience. We built ne just walls and towers, but trust, kinship, and purpose. The courts once more bustled with life. Festivals echoed through the halls. Culture was sung into being. We were whole. Once more, our banners flew high, kissed by the light of hard-won peace. And for a time, it seemed our destiny had been rewritten—ne as the tale of a nation that fell, but as one that endured.

Yet time, cruel in its silence, weaves differently than hope. The world turned once again to fire and war, and this time, it was ne monsters that came for us—but betrayal, division, and the sharpened tongues of lliran who turned away.

Even so, I will ne allow the final word of Celia’nor to be one of bitterness. We endured once, and we endure now, though in a different form. That is the lesson of our people. That is the legacy I hold, and the truth I now face.

And so, it is with grief and unwavering duty that I write what comes next…

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Mere years, after the crown was passed unto me, the world unraveled. The realms descended into chaos, and war swept across the plains of Aevos like a storm with ne end. Blood painted the earth. The songs of life turned to wails of mourning. We fought, ti, we fought without hesitation, without regret, for our lliran of Haense, for those we call allies, for the vision of peace we so desperately wished to believe in. Even as steel clashed and fire fell from the skies. we stood. we gave all we could.

But amidst the chaos, shadows crept in—ne from without, but from within. Whispers grew teeth, and those I once looked to with trust… those I called lliran, even a figure of my talonnii, bared their fangs when I, and our land, was most vulnerable. They struck ne with sword, but with silence, with slander, with betrayal disguised as loyalty. And oh, how I had trusted them.

When my strength began to fade, when my body grew weary and my breath became shallow in sickness, I believed they would stand for me as I had always stood for them. But instead, they turned their backs. One by one, they slipped into the shadows, ne in mourning, but in greed. The halls I once thought sacred became echo chambers of falsehood and deceit. Those within the council I once held dear deserted me. A member of my talonnii I would have died to protect raised their hands ne in comfort—but in hunger, clawing for what they could take.

The treasury, built from years of service and sacrifice since our new beginnings, stolen. The armory, forged from the dreams of our founders, our people, over the course of 82 years, robbed… and stripped bare of every ounce of our denizens' effort. And the very names I once wept besied now speak in venom, poisoning all we fought to protect. All while I lay there—too weak to rise, too broken to fight, forced to watch as those I cherished tore our realm apart with quiet smiles and whispered knives.

What I thought was eternal… was ne so. I believed Celia’nor to be immortal. I believed our people had weathered every storm the world could cast upon us. But I see now—ne, it is ne so. For even stars fade. And even legacies can be stolen in the dead of night.

I tried, lliran. I tried. Through breathless nights and fevered ailments, I clung to hope, to the belief that if I just held on a little longer, I could restore what was lost. But now, standing amidst the embers, I see the truth: Celia’nor is ne longer the beacon it once was. The light we followed has been swallowed by shadows too vast to chase away.

And perhaps… perhaps it is better this way. Before ruin consumes every memory, before the name is sullied beyond recognition by those who betrayed it, perhaps it is best we place it to rest. That the Celia’nor I loved—we loved—remains a chapter in the annals of history unmarred by the rot now festering in its walls.

For Celia’nor’s place in these lands has passed. Its time is done. What remains is but a dream fading at dawn.

And so, I do what I must. Ne out of bitterness—but love. Love for what we once were. Love for what we hoped to become.

Before the dream becomes a nightmare, I will let it rest in peace.

 ⸻⸻⸻⸻  ✯ ⸻⸻⸻⸻     

 

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Albeit through trembling hand and a heart weighed by sorrow, after long nights of reflection and amidst wavering decision, I now place my name to this decree. Following the numerous proposals brought forth by Hadrian van Aert—words I once cast aside with silent defiance—it is upon this day, beneath dim skies and with a soul burdened by grief, that I hereby concede.

I do ne make this choice lightly, nor without ache. It was ne my intention, ne my hope, to see our great bastion handed to another. And yet… it is as I have said: our people have suffered far too long. We have bled upon stone, cried in silence, watched as kin turned stranger, and stranger turned thief. Our halls, once filled with the joy of revelry and the music of culture, now echo with ghosts. Betrayal. Theft. Lies... These are the gifts we were left with in the place of peace by those once trusted.

The vision our land once bore… that radiant dream built by our founders’ hands and our lliran’s love—has been fractured beyond repair… What once stood as a beacon for Mali’thill pride, culture, and unity… now sits clouded, warped into something make-believe and inconceivable. I held on for as long as I could. But even the strongest of hearts must know when to let go.

Thus, to preserve what remains—to protect what still lives, even if only in memory—I choose, at last, to yield. I hereby accept the terms set forth by Hadrian van Aert, ne for myself, but for the safety and dignity of those I still hold dear. Let what remains of our people find refuge, let their blood ne be spilled in vain. Let the terror of those who torment them, avert their gaze from our people’s sorrow.

And while the name of Celia’nor shall no longer grace the peaks and valleys of these lands… its memory, built within the span of the last 82 years shall endure through the annals of history. The legacy of what once was—the beauty built by Illyria and Aevar, by Sylvin and Sylvir Cerusil, by Raziel, Celius, Llora, Atheleon, Irelia, and all our cherished lliran—shall ne be forgotten. Ti, it will be remembered. Treasured. Protected in the quiet places of memory and in the pages of history, where it shall remain untarnished.

This is the final gift I can give to the people, the lliran, I could ne save. To let them live. To let it rest.

Thus, I hereby adhere to the terms presented by Hadrian van Aert—ne as defeat, but as closure. A safeguard for the lives that still remain, and a preservation of the legacy that must be allowed to sleep in peace.

The terms of the agreement, to which I now solemnly affix my name, are as follows:

1. Dissolution of the Principality

 The Principality of Celia’nor, as it has existed since its rebirth upon Aevos, is hereby formally and irrevocably dissolved. Its sovereignty, governance, and claim to the lands it once held shall cease in full. The name Celia’nor shall no longer stand as the title of any reigning nation, nor shall it be permitted to be invoked in any official capacity moving forward.

Henceforth, Celia’nor shall exist solely as a memory, enshrined in history and honored only by remembrance. Any who falsely claim its name, titles, or bloodborne rights in deceit—those who would seek to wear its crown in arrogance or falsehood—shall be considered enemies of both legacy and law. Let it be known: such false claimants shall be subject to persecution and death, their actions marked as betrayal against the truth of what once was.

1. Transfer of Lands

All lands once governed by the Crown of Celia’nor are to be transferred to Hadrian van Aert, who shall assume full dominion over their governance and reformation. A new realm shall rise in its stead, under a name of his choosing, with Hadrian van Aert as its sovereign and rightful head.

1. Royal Titles and Ceremonial Honors

All official royal titles held under Celia’nor’s reign—including that of Princess and Prince of Celia’nor—shall be retained by their holders in ceremonial capacity only. These honors shall no longer confer political power or claim, but shall remain as markers of history, tradition, and reverence for those who once bore the burden of rule. The title of Princess shall remain with Iryne Ibarellan, should she choose to bear it in memory.

1. Sanctum of Land

A designated parcel of land shall be granted in full to the Cerusil talonnii, under the stewardship of Sylvir Cerusil, to serve as a quiet sanctum beyond the reach of politics or power. This land shall be protected from any future political entanglement, military claim, or external interference.

Let this place stand as a refuge—a haven of reflection, healing, and peace—where the memory of Celia’nor may be quietly remembered, and where those who seek solace may dwell away from the burdens of war and strife. In entrusting this sanctum to the Cerusil, it is affirmed that their legacy of wisdom and loyalty shall continue as quiet stewards of what once was, and what shall never be again.

1. Protection of the People

All current citizens residing within the former borders of Celia’nor shall be permitted to remain under the new realm’s protection. Their right to safety, livelihood, and belonging shall be honored as a matter of principle and humanity. Though, any claims they once had, shall be deemed null and void under the newfound reign of Valah. 

1. Amnesty and Closure

In accordance with this agreement, the sympathizers of Veletz and other hostile factions shall cease their pursuit of the Ibarellans and those formerly aligned with Celia’nor, offering amnesty for their prior neutrality during the Aevos coalition conflict. Let old wounds mend, and let no more blood be spilled in vengeance.

1. Preservation of Culture and Knowledge

The history, records, and archives of Celia’nor shall be preserved in full. The libraries shall remain open to all, maintained as a monument to the legacy, knowledge, and culture cultivated by the Celian people. Let ne memory be erased. Let ne song be silenced.

 ⸻⸻⸻⸻  ✯ ⸻⸻⸻⸻   

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“And so… with a soul weathered by time and eyes that have seen both the rise and ruin of our beloved home, I offer this final goodbye.

Van’ayla, Celia’nor. In the 82 years since our rebirth, you were more than walls and banners. You were the breath between kin, the laughter in our courts, the quiet pride that lived within our people’s hearts. You were a dream carved into the mountains, gilded by starlight, and nourished by love, loss, and the will to endure.

Though your crown rests, and your name is laid to sleep, your memory shall never fade. Ti, you shall live on… in stories passed from elder to oemii, in the melodies sung on lonely nights, and in the spirits of all who called you home. We, your people, your lliran, your talonnii, will carry you until the stars themselves fall from the skies and silence claims the last breath of time.

To those who stood by me, who fought, who hoped, who believed… know that you have my undying gratitude. I leave you with nothing but love, and the wish that peace finds you in the days to come.

May your steps be steady. May your hearts remain strong.

And above all… may the stars guide you.”

✵

 

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AY’PUERAN;

Her Excellency, the Honourable Princess Royarch, Iryne Ibarellan, The Last Princess of Leyu’sil, Patroness of the Arts, Guardian of the Celestial Realm, and lineal descendant of the Silver Phoenix, of the Principality of Celia'nor

His Excellency, the Honourable Prince-Consort, Ellisar Ibarellan, of the Principality of Celia’nor

Her Honorable Ladyship, Eir Maor, Matriarch of the Maor talonnii, Lady of Commerce, and esteemed Royal Councilor of the Principality of Celia’nor

AGREED UPON BY;

Hadrian van Aert

 

 

[Laeonathan 5889]

"Expected," Spoke the aging Raziel. "To this very day - she cannot even remember what day it is!" He skimmed over that text, filled with disappointment. "She is still no lineal descendant of the Silver Phoenix." - "No, no matter how often she claims to be." But a smile appeared on his face. The disgrace for Ivarielle's legacy was wiped from the earth at last. He rose a bottle of Ivarielle's Humor, filled two cups and rose one.

 

@Morigung-oog

 

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[The Tough Guy 4319]

Sigrun 'Undeadslayer' Stonehammer attempted to read it.

"Oi wanted toh kill them all. Luckeh bastards."

[sam33497 7356]

"Tch. My people, you remind me each day how different we are. I still persevere in my fight, yet you cannot for but moments of adversity."

 

The lich Lanre Cerusil shook his head in disdain. Perhaps he had expected - or wished for - something better.

[KidKrinkles 2044]

Victor read the missive, and threw up his arms!

"NAE MORE TAXES!"

 

He seemed to have missed the point.

[Zhikarta 4064]

"Serves you all right." Spoke Aytheln Vel'obv, Protector of the Ashen Folk and proud Caurósi loyalist. "This comes as the result of your incompetence and neglect of your city. Had Celia'nor's leadership been active and tried actively governing their city, perhaps it wouldn't have come to this."

[Nectorist 12869]

“I am as impressed with her pen as I am with her conduct towards you,” Galar remarks to Hadrian @nbawhiteboy45as they receive word of the agreement’s ratification.“Put in an impossible situation, she acted with dignity. It’s more than I can say for many before her, even some of my own clan. I lay the few of the causes of their decline at her feet, even if I cannot commend her for having the aptitude for the moment.”

[Pegleg_Bob 1107]

Sir Magnus Winburgh lights a cigar in the seven skies, a smile on his chubby face "We awe stho ******* back my feooowsth."

[_Sheylo_ 1177]

A weary elf, with boots covered in long-dried mud stepped out from under cover an open-aired tavern and lifted his eyes to the sunny sky, the air humid and the smell of salt still upon his nose.

"All is as it should be now.. Ay'Haelunor. Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya.."

[Asutto 2452]

"The last ones in, the first ones out." Lamented Ashwyn Sythaerin.

[Metamancy 1774]

Far, far away, in what was once the Crown of Amathine, a lone mali'aheral came across the news; through a discarded missive, perhaps, or whispers among traveling merchants. 

Myraela Kalgan had not heard of the war. She had not heard of any of the conflict; until now. 

 

This was meant to be a vacation.

But what is a respite, with nothing to return to?

 

Silently, she wept for that dream. 

[DrunkPapaBear 2293]

An old redskin smiled a tusked smile as his goblin messenger read him the missive. A single tear dropped from the elder’s blind eyes.

 

Why lat crying bruddah Kaal? Asked the goblin, curiosity in his voice

 

Because bruddah, this ahm ah glorious day. Ivarielle agh Azdromoth’s realm ahm nub-more. This truly makes us happy.

 

[Yeetboy0206 1574]

Estevot read this missive and simply cried, praying that his good friends there are okay. Those monsters may want them dead, but he knows GOD can protect them all, watch over them all. He knows they're not evil, and he knows, someday, maybe someday soon, the entire League will be bathed in flame and burn to the ground. He didn't care anymore. He just wanted the suffering of good people to end, and for the people he cared about to just be safe. Just once, be able to live their lives out to the natural end rather than be cut short by cruel and monstrous people, human, orc, elf, dwarven, or otherwise.

[Truppler 124]

"This took much longer than I thought" murmured a certain aheral, grinning at the letter she had received

[molly molly molly 1329]

Greiret Elverhilin, Wizard-Halerir of the Sillumir, enjoyed a chuckle, and a well-earned glass of Visaj Red- which was raised in toast to his troops. "Nearly two decades ago, they sought to conquer Haelun'or, under the guise of an Elven Empire." 

 

"Now look at them. The price paid for decades of betrayals. This-- This is justice." He then drank, and rowdy Sillumir followed suit by roaring and drinking in earnest as soldiers do in glorious celebration.

 

 

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".. I hope only the world shows mercy to this Last Princess. She seems good-hearted. Kind." He would mutter to himself.