VASSAL PATENT, AELWEN [261 S.A.]

[Tainga 521]

 

VASSAL PATENT, AELWEN

Issued the 18th, in the Year 261 of the Second Age

In the name of His Royal Majesty Tar-Zôrzagar Argelion

 

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From the moss-covered ruins of Amathine arose the people of Aelwen, a sacred living sanctuary of the Acaelanite faith. Now, their mandate extends to Haelun’or, called forth to occupy and cleanse the scorched remnants of the Silver City. The Druids of Asul’fiyem step forwards to carry the purifying flame of God. These lands, once corrupted by taint and the horror harbored beneath, are now claimed under the sovereign right of restoration and eternal vigilance. The people of Aelwen, the faithful stewards and guardians, are devoted to preserving the cultural heritage of the Elves of old, ensuring that no shadow may ever again fall upon this sacred ground.

 

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Investiture of Adriel aen Araleth

Let it be known that, for services rendered to the Crown in both peace, war and loyalty proven through deed and word, Adriel aen Araleth shall be invested as;

 

LORD OF AELWEN
As a sworn protectorate of the Crown and Guardian of the Númenaranyë

 

Grant of Lands and Dominion

Henceforth, The Lordship  shall hold dominion over the lands and folk of Aelwen and Haelun’or with all the rights, responsibilities, privileges, and honors therein contained, subject to the fealty and faith owed to the Crown of Idunia. The said lands are conferred with borders as follows;

 

The territorial bounds of Aelwen shall encompass the lofty summit of the mountain, Oroderyn.

 

Privileges and Responsibilities

With this investiture, the said Lordship is entrusted with manifold privileges and solemn responsibilities to guide the people, uphold the laws, protect the lands, and exercise all rights befitting a faithful protectorate of the Crown, including but not limited to the following;

 

◈ The right to levy taxes and collect dues – To gather from the folk of their hold such as rent and contributions as are just and customary.
 

◈ The right and duty to raise levies and maintain a standing guard – To muster troops from among the people of their hold, maintain the fortifications and a vigilant guard, and bring forth these forces in defense of their lands or in serve to the Crown whenever summoned, upholding the safety and honor of Idunia.

 

◈ The right to administer justice – To judge disputes, enforce laws, and uphold the customs and statutes of Idunia, ensuring that all subjects under their dominion receive fair hearing, protection of rights, and punishment befitting the crime. Guided always by equity and the will of the Crown.

 

Oath and Fealty

Let it be further known that the Lord of Aelwen shall maintain a sworn oath to uphold the laws of Idunia, render due levy and counsel to the King, and safeguard its people. In return, Idunia shall offer its royal protection, recognition of titles and bloodline under the blessing of the West.

 

That said Lordship shall be hereditary in nature, save only by the will of the Crown or forfeiture through treason or neglect of fealty.

 

 

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BY ROYAL MANDATE AND WRIT OF THE CROWN

Signed,

HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Tar-Zôrzagar Argelion Anorion Harren Arthalion, King of Númendil, High Lord of Idunia, Chief of the Númenedain and the Tribe of Harren, Defender of the Númenaranyë, Sovereign of Númenost, Knight of the Realm, Templar Justiciar of Saint Michael the Archangel, Slayer of the Gilded Queen, Master of the Sharadûn, Protector of the Adunians

HER DISTINGUISHED EXCELLENCY, Athaenis of the House Vourkehardt, High Chancellor of Idunia, Steward of the Númenaranyë, Warden of the Harren Court, Lawgiver of Harren, Founder of Grimday Day, Champion of the Lowland Grasp, The Lance of Idunia, Slayer of the Gilded Queen

 

THE MOST HONORABLE, EL’SIRAME Adriel aen Araleth, Autumn Prince of Aelwen, Uthir of Haelun’or, 

Lord of Caras Amath, Tir’sair of the Acaelanites.

 

[Rig 17580]

Sul Amirsan aen Sov smiles broadly upon reading the notice and then makes his way over to visit his cousin Adriel.

[Koodini 854]

Amidst the thickest canopies Azuras bolstered, a Mali of no true allegiance found the soreness of his fingers pressed against parchment. Aëlwen, a fleeting repose in years past, destined to return. Murmured were the prayers from Nóruidor's tongue, hopes the Acaelanites hadn't lost their kind, just ways. In time, perhaps a visit to their risen sanctuary was due.

[Aeus 2653]

A green and white standard is raised on the top of Mount Oroderyn. Aelwen wakes.

[Onnensr 1908]

Cardinal-Emeritus Nerium received the missive sitting on the floor of his still-unfinished home, the baa'ing of sheep faintly singing from the garden. He tilted his head back as he imbibed the remaining dram of his espresso, the kitchen having been the first thing which was furnished. It was essential for the peculiar dwarvish contraption which made his favorite, ichorous brew. Working the richly bitter taste in his mouth, he sucked both his lips in as he felt a smile coming on so strongly that it had to be contained, lest his head simply split horizontally. A moment passed, his teeth shone through his lips, and he shivered out a sigh. The blueprint of his temple hung on the wall behind him and he turned to it, envisioning its realness with the elated gaze of newly-made legitimacy. The Acaelanites would make for wonderful compatriots. Aelwen would be the heart of a new Elvendom, a new hope for their despairing branch of the tree of Man; at their service would be all the sciences of the Choir, its dreams of Inter-stellar travel. It was going to be beautiful. By God, it was going to be beautiful.

[Borin 7645]

"Druids and God? Are they out of their minds? These two things do not mix" Abbot Anton despairs!

[Morigung-oog 5697]

 

 

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The Fallen Crow, remade and reborn in the image of the Holy See stood beside His Eminence in the half-finished husk of their home. Where he sat on the floor with his espresso, she leaned against the frame of an open window, the cool evening breeze slipping through and toying with a stray lock of her moon-blessed strands. In her hand, a glass of Visaj Red- perhaps the last she’d ever indulge in- turned slow circles, the wine catching slivers of the dying sunlight not unlike the golden pools once did in times long since passed.

She had read the missive over his shoulder, though made no move to take it from him. Her veil-kissed eyes moved once across the parchment slowly and deliberately and then no more, as though the content was simply confirmation of a conclusion she had reached long before ink ever met vellum.

A soft tilt of her wrist set the wine swirling and spilling from the glass and window, splashing onto the streets below. She did not smile. Valithael rarely did, but something subtle shifted at the corner of her expression, a faint tightening that suggested satisfaction of the quiet, inevitable sort, as though decades of pain had finally revealed its purpose.

 

Her gaze lifted to the blueprint of the temple on the wall as Nerium turned toward it. The ‘fenn, once shunned, banished, insulted and coerced into leadership, regarded it with but a simple, calm appraisal. Then, she raised her glass slightly, the gesture so small yet meaningful in its own right. While too humble to be a toast, it was instead lofted in wordless assent.

 

The Eldar’s hand fell still and her eyes closed reverently, as if receiving some silent, GODly benediction.

When she opened them again, her gaze cut to Nerium, her eyes aglimmer with newfound calling.

From the ashes of her pain,

From the corpses of those who had failed to listen,

Something new would arise,

And by GOD, it was going to be beautiful…

 

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[Widu 535]

In a dimly lit chamber far from home, Liewyn discovered the missive and read it with great curiosity. Taking up his quill, he set to writing at the ancient oak table, while, from the shadowed wall, the portrait of High Prince Dimaethor Visaj regarded him with a silent judgment. With the last line laid to rest, the elf rolled the parchment into a scroll and pressed his house's wax sigil upon it.

Soon, a pale pigeon took to the skies, vanishing into the distant horizon.

[JoshBright 3014]

"From amathine?" he would mummer "from what era and from what lines i wonder do they stem from. It is nice to see another elven settlement, let us hope this one is not corrupt like the last three." he said before handing the missive over to his daughter @Frisket

[Lumipire 110]

 “Uthir of Haelun’or?” The flower-crowned elf repeated, squinting as though trying to decipher a joke only he had not been told. He let out the driest laugh ever produced by elf-kind. “Oh dear… best start digging the ditch now - Oh, and get him a coffin too. Does he not know that title comes with a complimentary execution?” His smile crumbled instantly and shook his head, wholly unamused, as though already mourning what horrors would soon fester in his beloved home. “Never shall the folk of Haelun’or endure such foolishness and idiocy. You may tie a ribbon around a pig, but it remains a pig all the same.”

[Zindran 590]

Upon reading the missive, the Sohaer furrowed his brow, "They can have the city, the land, and the interesting mingling of druids and the followers of God, just keep Haelun'or's name out of it. That city is Haelun'or no longer - it is Aelwen, and trying to say they rule over us is objectively false." at that he crumpled up his copy of the missive before tossing it in a nearby fireplace.