The Almenodrim Reclamation

[Kaiser 2347]

 

 

 

The Return To A Home, Long Lost

 

On this day, the band of Almenodrim under my care, who have gathered in the many recent weeks, ventured forth into an ancient Citadel of our long lost ancestors. Months of work has led us to dispel an illusion, crafted by old sorcery now unknown, and reveal to us this fortress which once housed the origins of our people.

 

 

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I, Prince Tarufinwë Sylvaeri, along with my sister Elenwë, and our stalwart companion Vairë Telemnar, shepherded our group inwards into the dark embrace of this forgotten fortress.

 

 

Inside, one of our faithful compatriots, a young Elfess named Ciradyl, lit the way for us, and shone upon the old stones and bricks pure candlelight, which had not graced these halls for many centuries.

 

 

Seaglass murals of our history, some known and some unknown, scatter these ruins. The stonework, the art, and every wall and floor and statue was undeniably our own peoples. And yet, just as hit had been hidden, it has been preserved. Long stowed away by magics, it felt as though only a few years had past this place by, rather than millennia. 

 

 

Yet still, we are challenged by the darkness. Giant spiders, greater than one could ever imagine, lurked in these rooms. Yet against the blades of young Celiasil, Ingwën, and Ciradyl, no hope existed for those dreadful creatures. 

 

 

Slain to the last, our home was reclaimed. Old, yes, and in need of both repair and refurbishment - and of more souls who wish to come and make it their home too.

 

So come, all you Elves who wish to carve out a new home! Come all who wish to become Almenodrim, or wish to know what this term means! Come all those who have scattered to the winds, and lost your culture and blood, and come back to us and say again that you are Almenodrim! Come who wish to put your fingerprints onto this place and call it yours as well as my own! Come and seek out Prince Tarufinwë Sylvaeri!

 

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Crown Prince Tarufinwë Sylvaeri

son of Curufinwë, son of Fëanor, son of Belestram, son of Renarion, son of Eleron, son of Aegnor, son of Sylvaen, firstborn son of Malin. 

 

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Screenies from Milkyi and MunaZaldrizoti. Thank you!

 

Thank you to all who came to enjoy the event. Reach out to KaiserThoren on discord if you’d like to know more of the Almenodrim.

 

[jqsmlne 460]

A big smile grew on the elfess face as she looked at the signature after reading the missive. She could only wish the very best for them all.

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

The lone Telemnar upon Aevos, Vairë, had come to this land in search of her people and a home. Now, after this great delving and reclamation, she had found both. To be so near to the water once more and see the stars shine down upon that citadel was more than she might have ever dreamed. It felt right - a gift from those forebearers who had once laid claim to these cavernous halls.

 

Now, she stood beside her Prince and his sister, ready to begin this next chapter in the annals of Almenodrim history.

[marsloll 1384]

Dreary eyes found the papers, rifling through whatever else they may have had in their belongings. Grey-blue hues then shut, as the Adunian was quickly lost in thought. After a moment of reflection, she pilfered a copy and sent it off into the unknown, only to watch the birds flap away into the pale sky. The missive sent stayed much the same, though the signature at the bottom appeared to be circled plenty of times over in ink.

 

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@Wand

 

[SoulReapingWolf 2281]

An Almenodrim who had never met his kin would start his journey to long lost citadel of his ancestors hoping to find his place in the world among them.

[The Media Wizard 2958]

Amaesil wanders the reclaimed halls with his sword lifted above his head — the star steel blade illuminating his path. He finds a small, wilted grove in the recesses of the citadel and sheathes his glittering weapon.

 

"What tales they must tell," he says, running a hand across the cracked trunk of a tree. "And what legends they will come to see."