elMyariran | Elvenknights of Malin

[Unwillingly 18096]

 

E L V E N K N I G H T S    O F    M A L I N

 

“ᴇʟᴠᴇɴᴋɪɴᴅ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴꜱʜᴀᴋᴇᴀʙʟᴇ ᴇᴅɪꜰɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴜᴍᴇ. ɪɴ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ɴᴏᴛ. ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙʏ ʟɪꜱᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ ʜᴀʙɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛᴇɴᴄʏ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴇʟʏ ꜱᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʏꜱ, ᴏᴜᴛʀɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴꜱᴜꜰꜰᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ, ʏᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ. ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅᴏx ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴀɴꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏʟᴠᴇ, ʏᴇᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴄʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴜᴛʏ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ.”

 

— Evar’tir Oranor, High Prince of Amaethea

 

ORIGIN

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It is beyond dispute that those who claim the blood of Malin, and in turn pride themselves as Caurosian, are charged with the sacred duty of upholding elMyumier’tir for the betterment of themselves and their elven brethren. While these elves would labor to uphold the mantle of dignity their ancestors sometimes did not, even gravely neglecting it, no less insidious is the vice of apathy. So pervasive has this vice proven that ancient elven philosophers would eventually theorize elves were the only of the descendant races to be afflicted with two Ibleesian curses: one of infertility, and one of sloth. 

 

It was for this sloth that elves were perceived to toil on earthly sorrow, lamenting the absence of their forefather and suffering a slow decline of His reverential teachings. That was until High Prince Galahad Ilumrin brought His teachings to the denizens of Caurost, who recognized that the will of Malin could not be entrusted to personal conviction alone. For never had there been indication or prophecy of His return, His vision and will would need to be carried out by His children. 

 

Home to Caras Siol is this order of elven elites sworn to defend the ideals of Malin, Myumiaran Law, and Elvenkind as a whole to their dying breath. It is the duty of these vaunted elites to guard the future of Mali where those who do not dedicate their lives to martial prowess and cultural vigilance fall ever short, and labor towards seeing the August King’s fabled glory restored among Elvenkind as both the enforcer and protector of His vision.

 

ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ.

ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴠᴀʟᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄᴏᴡᴀʀᴅɪᴄᴇ.

ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴄᴇ.

ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏɴᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱᴄᴏʀɴ.

ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴠɪɢɪʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴜɴᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴛʏ.

 

 

THE CHARGES

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It is understood by those of elMyariran that the memory of the August King has suffered neglect among modern elves, their ancestry dimmed by the fading of his veneration. Spoken of only in passing, dismissive verse or indifferent prose, his teachings are perceived to fall upon the deaf ears of scarred souls. It is for this plight that the wisdom of Malin lends its shape to the codes that guide the order, indisposable and absolute to those noble in their cause, for it is He whom Elvenkind owes their ancestral birthright. 

 

Of these truths, there are seven.
 

 

⤜ Drink not of blackened craft, and let no shadow rule thy heart. 

⤜ Of the lost shall you guide, of the the frail shall you lift, and of the weak shall you guard.

⤜ As light on water shall you walk, and leave your path more radiant than before you crossed. 

⤜ With warning shall your steel draw, and with mercy shall your strikes land. 

⤜ Of still spirits shall you scorn, and steeper the path shall you walk. 

⤜ With words tamed shall you speak, and as starry moonlight shall you heal. 

⤜The August King shall you defend, and by His will shall you illuminate Elvenkind.

 

STRUCTURE & HIERARCHY

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As a direct representation of the pinnacle of Elven swordsmanship, culture, and courage, the Myariran are not led by a single figurehead, but rather a small handpicked council of peers who best represents the values of Myumiaran Law and the will of Malin. Beyond the single honorific, the bonds of brotherhood run strong through the order, all are equal and treated as such. All whose hard work leads them to the Oath Eternal are welcomed into Malins Amber Halls for eternity, his warmth ever present. 

SULIERIR

ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟɪᴛᴇ

Recognized by their iconic silvered regalia, the Sulierir are the highest echelon of the Myariran, second only to the High Prince himself. It is for their prestige, excellence, and acclaim that they are among the elite of the elite, charged with ensuring the order’s guarding hand extends into lands of turmoil and strife among Elvenkind while guiding the Okarir and Inderir in their stead towards stability. 

 

While their duties are many, firstmost are they a bastion of stability to the order, tasked with the oversight of day to day operations and the guidance of the Okarir and Inderir. Second, they are a front of wisdom through which they ensure both Myumiaran Law and the will of Malin is well understood and readily shared among their peers. Often they work in direct concord with the High Prince, each acting as his personal sword and shield in the capacity of royal guards, operating even above local military authority. Not unlike the Immortal Triad of Malin, the Sulierir exist as a council of three. While none of which assume command over one another, their authority over the order is absolute and all three are beholden to the will and word of the High Prince.

 

OKARIR

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʟᴡᴀʀᴋ

Recognized by their distinct bronze regalia, the Okarir are the backbone of the order, being among those who have proven themselves as both exemplars of Myumiaran law and as protectors of  Elvenkind, chosen to have undergone the ascension rites. Armed with minds no less sharp than their blades, it is these noble warriors that stand as elites among Elvenkind and brethren among one another.

 

Be it quests of errantry or raising banners upon the battlefield, the Okarir are fearless in their approach to worldly turmoil and the Oaths Eternal. They seldom hold themselves to one specific station, their foremost responsibility protecting the sanctity of Myumiaran Law and the will of Malin, often seeking out wickedness and cowardice where it festers. Their eyes remain ever open, scouting for recruits and searching for latent potential hidden amongst elvenkind. It’s not uncommon that the Okarir will band with one another to explore uncharted lands in search of devilry, or even pursue elven academia as custodians of knowledge-seeking. Traditionally, each Okarir is known to assume no more than one Inderir at a time, though this is merely customary rather than codified, and may vary depending on the aptitude and potential of recruits they cross. 

 

INDERIR

ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴇ

Entrusted with no uniform yet, the Inderir are both the apprentices and future of the order, but not yet privy to the sanctity of the oaths. They are the students, the newly blooded, the fledgling warriors. It is at this station that the prospective elites prove their mettle to the Sulierir and High Prince through the shadowing of their superiors and tireless study of Myumiaran Law and Elven culture.

 

Entrusted to the mentorship of the Okarir, it is at this rank in which prospective elves pursue prerequisite evaluation by the Sulierir, though central to their station being the pursuit of the Trials of Mind, Body, and Spirit. They lend their days to instruction, observation, and training in the shadow of their mentor, and may be expected to assist with both internal and external affairs of the order at times. They’re afforded no uniform nor emblem at this rank, for it is in the shadow of the Okarir alone that they study. Arguably, it is under this station through which they suffer the most scrutiny and judgement, which may measure their etiquette, how they answer to hardship, or conduct themselves in the face of upset. It’s not uncommon that this rank is idled for years until one proves their readiness.
 

TRIALS

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Oceanside gales roll through the serene lands of Ame’miruelan. Little pine needles and thimbles of pinecones fall overhead a protruding precipice, sat upon by a noble spire of mossy stone and blooming ivy. At its front does the piercing trill of clashing metal reverberate beneath a stone arch, where two duelists clash upon a platform; one of silver, and one of bronze. The silvered knight lands a clever parry on the bronze knight, sending him stumbling towards the edge of their platform that watches with radiance over the valley below. 

 

The silvered knight looked upon his student, gaze heavy with neither scorn nor satisfaction. He extends a hand, only then granting a smile to his fallen opponent.

 

“leyuan,” says the silvered knight. “ehya, your footing is stiff; you are like a wintry tree, brittle and stiff. Get up, the fight shall be long! Again!” 

 

Before an elf may be considered a knight of the order, they must first satisfy tutelage beneath an existing member of the order as an Inderir. This member, designating themselves as both guardian and mentor, shall guide the Inderir through three rigorous trials that are each devised to test the fruit of their character, spirit, and virtue.

 

ᴘʀᴇʀᴇǫᴜɪꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴜᴛᴇʟᴀɢᴇ

The aspiring Inderir must…

⤜ Be of pure elven descent

⤜ Demonstrate martial skill, bodily health, and feats of endurance

⤜ Display intellectual acumen such as problem-solving and analysis

⤜ Be of a morally sound and noble character

⤜ Receive sponsorship by an existing Sulerir, who affirms their worthiness

 

Those who satisfy this criteria shall then assume study under the guidance of their mentor, of which they shall shoulder a small range of responsibilities. These may range from aiding their teacher on missions, studying Myumiaran Law and elven history, or practicing combat tactic and prowess. This period typically lasts for two to three years, depending on the aptitude and age of the initiate.   Should one pass their prerequisite phase with approval from an existing Sulierir, they will then be called upon to undergo three trials: one of the mind, one of the body, and one of the spirit. While these trials obey a trifecta of overarching principles and themes, they are not binding in nature, and may be tailored to the nature of both the mentor and initiate in question in order to encourage identity and personalized paths undertaken by each. It should be noted that while these trials are somewhat freeform, it remains no less critical to the Okarir that the trials they distribute are not forgiving, for failure to truly test an initiate’s aptitude through rigorous trial may result in the indefinite revocation of mentorship by a Sulierir.

 

ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴀʟ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀʀᴇᴛʜᴜɴ

The Trial of Marethun is meant to measure an initiate’s merit of physical strength, endurance, and combat instinct. The initiate is tasked with demonstrating their martial ability and resilience under rigorous circumstances, as they shall be entrusted with the defense of others should they succeed. While the nature of this trial may vary greatly, it will generally demand the initiate be subjected to bodily strain. This may include a test of combat upon perilous terrain, wilderness survival, or the slaying of a mighty foe.

 

ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴀʟ ᴏꜰ ᴀʀᴄᴀᴛɪᴜꜱ

The Trial of Arcatius shall demonstrate an initiate’s inner wisdom and capacity for thought, for of utmost importance to these vaunted elvenknights is their ability to be more than brute soldiers. Like the Trial of Body, this trial may assume a multitude of forms, though one will generally be expected to explore thought-provoking ideas such as scholarly works, the writing of literature, or their ability to engage philosophical or moral discourse in order to display their ability as a mind capable of guiding both themselves and others. 

 

ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴀʟ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴀʏᴀɴ

The Trial of Vayan is oft the most profound and the most intimate, and may be shaped wholly by the mentor. Whether through the carrying of a burden for another, facing one’s fear, or a great act of service, this trial may call for acts of profound sacrifice, conviction, devotion, loyalty, or other tests of inner character. It is custom that this trial be silently awaited rather than pursued as a quest by the initiate, acting instead as a metaphor for one’s final act of sloth and the stillness of the spirit before they pursue a life of constant ambition.

 

SPECIALTIES & TRAINING

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While they are no less entrusted to wield their sword and shield valorously where it calls, the Myariran are held to unique and often prestigious specializations purposed to ensure precision above brute strength or spectacle. They are knights, yet they are the rangers of their kind in twain, taught in often discreet operations and methods of attack above all. 

 

Of these fields, there are six, each of which the Sulierir are expected to master without flaw in order to prove their own worth as well as ensure the Okarir in their stead are efficiently trained. Those who display inadequate mastery may either receive additional scrutiny from the High Prince or Sulierir, if not be outright stripped of their noble station among the order.

 

ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ & ᴘᴜʀꜱᴜɪᴛ ⇄ Foremost are the Myariran trained in the tracking of notable targets and beasts. It is their duty to recognize the patterns of their elusive foe in order to track their whereabouts, be it an errant hovel in the woods or hidden in plain sight amidst the safety of bustling capital walls. They shall be taught how to form connections among social circles and the art of cornering the fleeing, either in ongoing battlefield chases or cat-and-mouse pursuits.	ʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ➴ While the sword is a fabled challenger as any, it is the bow, and not uncommonly crossbow, that is held to esteem among the arsenal of the Myariran. While they recognize it is not always the ideal contender, oft do they avoid engaging in close quarters where they can help, for it is to their conviction that the most lethal warrior is one that eludes the eyes. They shall be taught mounted archery, how to draw longbows, how to crank crossbows, as well as how to engage from afar.	ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴜɴᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ 𖧧 As they are not druids themselves, the Myariran attunement to nature is deeply practical rather than magical. They shall be taught local geography, mapping, charting of the lands, as well as how to conceal their movement among various terrains. It’s not uncommon that they may be made to navigate perilous obstacles in order to improve their sense of situational awareness.
ɪɴꜰɪʟᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ & ʀᴇᴄᴏɴɪꜱꜱᴀɴᴄᴇ 👁 Similarly, the Myariran are beacons of knowledge and intel. Those who display particular intellectual acumen may be tasked with the gathering and relaying of information, particularly through the observation of enemy circles up-close. Direct engagement is often prohibited in this field unless required to preserve mission success.	ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴅ & ᴘʀᴇᴄɪꜱɪᴏɴ ༄ Myariran are expected to be able to cover vast swathes of land swiftly when needed, including the honing of repositioning, withdrawal, and foot chases. They are expected to maintain dexterity while adapting to a swiftly changing environment in order to outrun or keep up with swift-footed opponents.	ꜰɪᴇʟᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ∴ For their often discreet style of combat, field communication is among their most critical of specialties. Methods are divided between wordless hand signals for when stealth has not been compromised, and verbal commands in Ancient Elven for when it is. Myariran shall be taught how to identify and pass information to each other in order to conceal intel or prevent revealing one’s position.

 

RITES

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ᴏꜰ ᴀꜱᴄᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ

“ꜰɪɢʜᴛ, ꜰɪɢʜᴛ, ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴏ’ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀʟɪɴ.”

 

Wisps of smoke scurry away from the glowing embers inside the brazier, the faint shadow of the amber-colored firepit stretching its long fingers across the cold stone floor. From atop the stairs comes the command from the crowned figure, simple yet epochal. 

 

“ᴋɴᴇᴇʟ.” 

 

 

A hooded figure emerges from the crowd, stormy-grey cloak flowing softly behind them with every padded step. They stand before the kneeling Inderir, an intricately crafted blade with a smooth chunk of Amber resting within the pommel produced from deep within the folds of their robes. There was no hesitation from the pupil as they grabbed the blade. Quickly did they unsheathe it, slicing into the palm of their left hand, held out and above the brazier. With a firm squeeze of the fist did several drops of ichor fall into the fire, sizzling as it came into contact with smoldering brazier below. 

Upon completing one’s trials, a Sulierir may deem an Inderir worthy of elevation as a fledged member of elMyariran. While it is hardly an elaborate ceremony, it is one of utmost gravity, as well as a turning point in many Elves’ lives. It should be noted that satisfying one’s prerequisites or the three trials does not guarantee elevation, and an Inderir may be subject to further scrutiny should conflicts of interest arise. Be it upon a victorious battlefield or princely halls, it is often a public and sometimes spontaneous ceremony traditionally held before the grace of the High Prince, though its sanctity remains undiminished regardless of time or place.    Members of the order shall assemble before a smoldering brazier, the Inderir initiate kneeling at its foot with their signature weapon of choice. The Sulierir shall guide them to recite the oaths and tenets of the order, head bowed in reverence, fealty, and service to the High Prince and subsequently those of Elvenkind.    Upon completion, they shall stand and be instructed to open their palm, where they shall score it through with a blade and allow the blood to drip into the flames of the brazier. The Sulierir shall then brush atop their brow a crescent smudge of ash, such an exchange signifying the initiate’s surrender of the self and sacrifice to the High Prince, elMyumier’tir, and the whole of Elvendom.   Lastly, often in accord with the Inderir’s mentor shall the Sulerir bestow an epithet known as a Mantle Name. Not chosen nor bestowed liberally, this title often reflects one’s most emblazoned virtue, deed, or strength of character as a standard by which they shall be future measured. Traditionally assuming Ancient Elven, all translations bear the honorific prefix “ah-”, and seed word descriptor “ito” which denotes status, style, and essence of being.

 

Examples include…

 

Ser Galahad the Good → ahGalahad ito Ayla

Ser Maeth the Mighty → ahMaeth ito Ceru

Ser Moriaen the Merciful → ahMoriaen ito Myarir

 

In formal settings, it’s not uncommon that an Okarir will be referred to exclusively by their Mantle Name, or by their honorific prefix and given name alone. However, as these names are often bestowed with virtue and respect, too can they be tarnished for shame and indignity. Okarir who stand in violation of their sacred oaths, betray their brethren or the order as a whole, may see their title revoked, or in particularly egregious cases, changed to reflect that of their vice. One who was known for their bravery shall be known for their cowardice, or one who was known for their honesty shall then be known for their lies.

 

ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴘᴀʀᴛᴜʀᴇ

“ᴍᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʙʟᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ…”

 

Fire crackled loudly amidst the silent congregation, flame licking softly at the wooden pyre built in the middle of the shaded canopy on the outskirts of the Deepwoods. Neither elf nor beast dared break the dreaded stillness of those gathered, the grief palpable and inescapable. The stacked boughs of the pyre creaked in protest as the flame began to consume it, creeping slowly toward the shrouded figure resting in the centermost position of their final resting place. There were no grand speeches, nor was there time to tell tales of victory, there would be time enough to write songs and books another day. Only silence followed.

 

After some time did many of those gathered begin to make their way back to the City of Solitude in search of respite from the pain, ready to eat, drink or pray their sorrow away. Yet a select few did stand there wordlessly watching as their brethren, a bond forged in the crucible of combat, made their way to Malin’s Amber Halls. Tears rolled freely down the face of the staunch warriors who stood guard over the fallen, but no hands raised to wipe them away. There was no shame in their emotions, for they were now deprived of one of the best of Malin’s kin.

 

 For a time their charge was simple, though no weight was lifted from their shoulders. 

 

Those of the Myariran take the passing of their own with the utmost intensity and respect, doing all they can to honor the fallen and ensure their legacy and teachings are carried forward to future generations. All who have undergone the Oath Eternal, lest they have tarnished their name during their service, are given a funeral in accordance with the way of the order.

 

Traditionally started beneath the canopy of  the Widow’s Peak, the final resting place of many respected Elven leaders and warriors alike, the Rite of Departure is an incredibly somber affair that from start to finish will often last for days, putting the Princedom into a state of reflection and self-evaluation.

 

The rite starts with the disposal of the fallen members body, their body enshrouded by a plain cloth and set ablaze in a great pyre. There are no speeches given, and hardly any words are spoken at all. Some chose to pray softly to themselves, their words hardly audible to those beside them, though most stand in silence as they let their thoughts roam. It is seen as a time to meditate on what it means to be Myariran, understanding the burden one carries as a member of the Order in their attempts to follow in Malin's footsteps. 

 

While those not of the Myariran are allowed to attend this funeral they are all but explicitly forbidden from speaking, though they are not required to stay for the duration of the entire burial. Members of the Order stand silently until the fire has become a smoldering pile of ash and soot, where they shall kneel and place their thumb into the ash before them and smear it upon their forehead just as it was once placed there during their initiation. They shall not wipe the ash from their brow until the conclusion of the Rytes, carrying the fallen with them for the duration. 

 

A sole Sulierir will fill an urn that has been engraved with intricate designs that tell the story of the Myarir’s life. These designs allude to the victories, feats of the Myariran and are meant to be an artistic history on the individual. It is taken deep within the crypts to rest, a present reminder to the rich Mali history.

 

It is hereon that the city shall enter a period of mourning, colloquially known as the Long Vigil. Observed for a period of one year, or one elven-week, all citizens are expected to behave in accordance with the solemnity of the occasion and thereby neglect revelry, disorderly conduct, unruly speech, or other acts that are perceived to squander the legacy of the fallen. An excess of public crowds may be monitored, and city gates will often remain closed in order to ensure peace during this period of vigil  — all of which enforced by the Myariran. It is the rare, and perhaps only instance in which they wield such authority over those they’re beholden to protect. All lights within the city would be dimmed, if not entirely unlit, casting a shadow upon the City of Solitude in her time of sorrow.

 

At the end of this one year period, and the lifting of the Long Vigil, tradition calls for a city-wide gathering where food, drink, stories and praise is readily shared, primarily centered around the deceased Myar. While this feast does not share in the same somber tone the rest of the Long Vigil calls for, it is still a time of remembrance and not an outright joyous affair. Here would be a more proper time for Myariran and non-Myariran alike to come together and share their memories to ensure the dead are not forgotten.

 

THE OATH ETERNAL

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ɪ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ’ꜱ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀʟɪɴ,

ɪ ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴇᴀʀ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ʙᴇ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ,

ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ ɪ ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ꜱʜɪᴇʟᴅ ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄᴇ,

ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏᴜᴛꜱᴛʀᴇᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ɪ ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏꜱᴘᴇʀɪᴛʏ,

ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ,

ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ᴅɪᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ,

ʙʟᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʙᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇʀꜱ,

ᴋᴀᴇ ʜᴀᴇʟᴇʀᴇ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀ. 

 

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Much credit to @Sykogenicfor helping write this, it was as much his work as it was mine (if not more). Though knights are cool, we tried to lean a bit into the ranger archetype in order to fulfill something more elven-themed and not a 1:1 copy of other knight orders on the server. Regardless I'm happy to finally have this posted! Reach out to me (Galahad) in RP if you're interested in joining.

 

 

[Sykogenic 1333]

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don’t let un-w downplay how much she did to help on this project. She took incoherent schizo ramblings and polished them into something really awesome, expanding and adding-on to my half-thoughts. Corny but it wouldn’t have been finished without her (or would have taken an extra 3 months and been not nearly as cool)
 

hope you all enjoy it :)

 

[Tav 4336]

Ser Turin the Goated

[Maeth 53]

*proudly did this Initiate puff out her chest* "Our number of allied parties grow each day. Darkspawn will have no foothold on Caras Siol." 

Edited April 23 by Maeth

[Spellblades 749]

This is genuinely so cool!

[RainbowRoad1234 168]

super awesome stuff!!