STEPPING DOWN FROM THE MANTLE

[Junoix 2301]

 

STEPPING DOWN FROM THE MANTLE

A Message to the Iryalii

Written on the 264th Year of the Second Age

To the Iryalii People,

After much thought these past Elven weeks, I believe my time as your Eliheiuhii has come to an end. The winds change, and with it, so should this nation’s leadership to keep up with the shift in directions. I shall still remain as an Elder, to always provide guidance and knowledge to whoever may seek it. My life’s mission shall always be in service to the Mali’ame and Nature, and the Vulnrith Hall remains to continue its own mission within Iryalen. Let us allow someone new to be the guiding torch of our forests, and I look forward to the next season in our lives.

 

Aspects Guide,

Matriarch of the Mali’ame, Chieftess of the Vulnrith, Hierophant of the Druidic Order, Warden of the Glade of Hileia, Priestess of the Wild Faith, Fox Druid

 

Spoiler

I've been NL for almost exactly a year now, so I think it's time to give someone else a shot! I did want to thank @VenomKNight@FOOB@DragonofTaters@craneia and @DankuzMemuzfor helping me through this last little bit of leadership. I know that the wood elves are in good hands. Thanks everyone!

 

[FOOB 86]

Stares at the missive blankly for a bit, having paused her usual tasks. After a bit, she breathes out a slow, deliberate breath.

"So this es yer choice...runnin' away huh? 'ow disappointin'." 

She went on with her day, though her mood was decidedly ruined. A council meeting would have to be held soon.

Spoiler

Oocly, I absolutely loved helping you run this nation, thank you for all you've done for us @Junoix <3

 

[lemonke 6014]

"To run... hm..." A disappointed Oyashiman of Rokudo grumbled upon reading the missive. She will not forget this. The timing was far too coincidental. No matter what, a war was ahead, and she'd do her best to stand and fight. "I would have not expect less from someone willing to sacrifice others for their land and power."

 

Spoiler

Take care Juno. My character may have opinions but OOC you were a good leader for a while. Do what's more fun for you and enjoy your hobby as it is!!

 

[Tav 4336]

The Fox, though unbelonging to a bog, had its sympathy. To be a leader was no easy feat; to be a promising light was one thing, to not lose it was the other. Gods above knew how difficult it was, to remain steadfast, odds against you, and with a pack of whining pups as your citizenry. A sob story all the same to the past, and undoubtedly the future. They could never understand.

 

Still he was proud of the Vulnrith; her best shot was given, and the mantle was relinquished. Still from the wilds he gave his farewells, even if unheard.

 

Spoiler

 It's been a really fun year. Even if life got in the way several times you did a good job as the NL, don't let the haters tell you otherwise. x3

[craneia 232]

Kaleidoscopic eyes scan the words - not entirely surprised, and having felt this coming... but still, multicolored brows furrow. The future of her people, now uncertain, in times like these - thoughts of war and massacre plague her head. She shakes the thoughts from it as she goes about her duties, but cannot shake the pit that has now formed in her stomach. 

[Phersades 1710]

Vayan read over the missive from her home, letting off a deep sigh. There was nothing for her to say on the matter, the words of an Adunian prince making her feel helpless in any of her peoples' troubles. Were they even her people? What did it matter, the kings would get what they wanted no matter what promises were made. She did smile though, proud that her mother somehow came out of it all with her mind and heart intact.

When her brother arrived home, she would slide the notice over to him instead in hopes he has more thoughts on it than she. @Spoopy_Duck


 

Spoiler

Leading a community of people is VERY difficult, and it's even more difficult when a big number of those people are intent on making things just as difficult for you as people outside of the community can. The number of things I've watched Junoix put up with over the past several months is incredibly impressive, and even more so when she continued to not waiver on her hopes of helping people and believing they had the best intentions. I think she did a very wonderful job, especially with what she was given since I know the extensive ragebaiting that was thrown her way is something 95% of the community would be and will be incapable of dealing with themselves. 

So thumbs up to Junoix. 

 

 

[DragonofTaters 920]

A thin red squirrel clambered across the Vulnrith hall. Expertly avoiding the foxes which roamed the floor, it would deliver a letter to the Chieftess' room.

~*~
"Responsibility is never kind. The weight of expectation only grows heavier with each passing year. You have done what you can. Know this, and be proud of that. There will always be people who question. People who claim it was not enough.
Maybe they are right. Maybe they are not. What is enough?
When you have broken, bled, and lost all that you can, is that enough?
Is it losing your peace, your sanity, your safety?
Nobody else can say when enough is enough. Only we know when we have met our limit. When there is nothing more to give.
Thank you, for giving yourself to the 'Ame.
You have done enough, Sonna Vulnrith.
Now find some of the peace you gave up for others.

Nenar Terin-Caerme'onn"

[Apollyon 224]

hello??? my inheritance ???

[DancingZebra267 1626]

5 hours ago, Junoix said:

Let us allow someone new to be the guiding torch of our forests

 

Grimbol Grobol squinted hard at the missive, turning it sideways, then upside down, clearly misreading half the words as his eyes widened in horror. "Oh my!" he yelped. "They're plannin' on torchin' the entire forest!" Panic-stricken, he bolted toward Soxton, shoving the parchment up at him. "Look at this, kiddo! They've gone mad!"

 

@Astrophysical

[Chuuwys 502]

Months after the news, following so much time worrying over war and forcing some sense of normalcy or peace, the message of abdication goes missing from the lectern beside a young fox's personal shrine. Folded and tucked quietly with an assortment of letters, trinkets and gifts. A treasure trove of loved ones gone past, current friends and allies, good times and bad.

 

Promises and unforgiving regrets. Choices that can't be taken back, and many more surely yet to haunt.

 

That old nausea roils in her stomach. A bitter bile and words of acid that burn but never move past her lips. A wrenched shut faucet that never leaks yet feels set to burst. A depressing selfishness where nobody wins.

 

A grief with no body to bury.