For The Acclivity Of The Elfish-Kind

[GaiusMarius 89]

Draping over his midriff was a winding token pinned against a metallic necklace, his hands cupping it as he observes it once more. A trinket of bare rememberance it solely served, the intricacy held no special mention in his thoughts as he dwelled upon the fallacy of the elven generations. People have been suffice with the disgruntling mention of Malin, but nothing else, as if the Elves were a sliver of flesh still trying to hang upon a single thread of skin onto the larger body of existential meaning. With his foot perched upon a fallen log somewhere in the forest, he laid the pendant against bent knee and with forefinger and thumb, dug the pendant angrily into the tensed ligament of his bent knee as he felt a way through his mind and his frustration for his people. As if reflection was possible within the soul, he felt himself calming with identical voice as his corporeal self,

 

"Ruthil so ruthless in your cloudy mind, trouble yourself not over the trevails of your people, for they flagellate themselves in their grappling situation; do not inflict same pitiful curses whilst in dwelling thought".

 

Sliding his foot numbly off the fallen log, he takes up his bow, looking for kith and kin. Surely they will be easy to find, having to bear the scars that their ignorance inflicted upon them...

 

 

[i would like to state that I am not joining in-game with the Elves until I have a better feel for my college classes and I know which days I can log in. Thus, I won't be able to be as active as maybe needed. I do intend to join the Elves and try to assist Volutional in heightening the culture and the activity of Elfish roleplayers. So far, I will be with the Elves in writing vis-a-vis the forums. Anyone can engage in forum roleplay with me if they wish.]

[GaiusMarius 89]

The stride-bearing branches would cackle, yet hold under elfen weight, Ruthil would bolt amongst the trees atop branches lancing left and right like pikemen in battle. His hair was free to flow, yet kept ever still behind his head with each dip and lift from the different elevations of the branches, his eyes would scan to and fro. The prickling of his neck caused him to slow his strides, his goldenrod hair entangling around his ears and tape across the nape of his neck, his arrow-feathers were sliding so far upward and loose that he felt to slow down and ensure no lost from quiver. With a bend of his knee and a groping of the branch below his feet, he loosens the weight atop his feet and lets them slide from out under the branch and silently drops down from his perch with a soft thud on foliaged ground. A gnarled post, purposely shaved to provide a flat face upon one side, holds taunt a many-lettered paper of unknown make; like a foreign dignitary presenting a scroll. Nearing the gnarled post with bated breathe, his eyes scan over the fine lettering; conjuring him to release held breathe in a drawn-out, yet silent sigh.

 

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This document shall serve to publicly outline the peaceful agreement between the Princedom of Malinor and the Holy Oren Empire.

 

1)  All public documents shall be correct in information and beneficial to amiable relations between the Princedom of Malinor and the Holy Oren Empire.

 

2) The Militaric forces of the Princedom of Malinor shall remain solely for defensive purposes. The militaric forces of the Holy Oren Empire shall make no aggressive actions towards the Holy Prince of Malinor, or the law abiding citizens within.

 

3)  Any criminals seeking refuge in either the Princedom of Malinor or the Holy Oren Empire shall be deported to the location their crime was committed, within either the Holy Oren Empire or the Princedom of Malinor.

 

4) Any citizen of either nation plotting to, or found to be performing terrorist, or seditious acts against either nation will be seen as a traitor, and dealt with accordingly.

 

Any citizen still with questions, concerns or whom is merely seeking advice may feel free to contact any of the High Council relating such topics.

 

 

- High Prince Kolyat Alfakyn

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Eyeing his surroundings and noticing a few elfish structures interspersed, being assumed as Malinorian grounds; he looks back to the post and says innocuously,

 

"Unfortunate is this, to have the ancestors' children press each other with demands when there was once love. These actions should have already been assumed, but as I read it, I cannot help, but think something antagonistic has rendered itself Ibleesian between Man and Elf. I must investigate this further, for it would be shameful that the prolific men with their varience of culture as great as the great many children they have would treat us as lesser if such was the case."

[Volutional 935]

Celthorn Neltanìl, self-appointed Warden of the Elyisian Elvish People, approaches upon his nimble yet furiously fast bright white horse. It's steps are agile and soft upon the grass. Celthorn begins to pass Ruthil, through the graying leaves and thinning grass. The once delicate soil becomes impure and firm. Celthorn nears the golden, yet horrific and explosive volcano which lies almost dangerously close to the Malinor Settlement upon the Dwarven Mountain.

 

 

His sharp, yet soft looking eyes pace around him whist his Horse, named Lar'kaesu, rode onward. The thickness of the air next to the volcano is substantial, but Celthorn's eyes set upon a ruin of sorts. Either brutally raided by Orcish or Dwarven brigands... Or the volcano's ashes have rotted upon it's Elvish design. He dismounts his horse, and looks up to the Malinor Settlement upon the mountain. His thoughts scatter across his mind, before he looks back to the ruin.

 

 

He says to himself... What fools have we become, to house our beloved shelters upon the soil of Dwarves and Orcs. Never before have we had the need, or want to do so. What exactly makes now such a unique time to do so..?

 

His thoughts stop leaving his mouth at that. He mounts Lar'kaesu once more, before making the stretch to the Malinorian Settlement.

 

Images from DeviantArt, by Demprist

[GaiusMarius 89]

The wandering was persistent, but lo, of all the features of the land to be erected Elfish grounds; never had Ruthil expected to venture nearest to a volcano. The tragedy was sung by the din of imagined stonemasons, the elven residences sat upon what would be expected of Dwarven men. His imagination went so far as to expect the stout engravers chiseling into the ducts and vents of the volcano, but reality blew the strands of Void-like imagination to reveal what stood under the strands; Malinor in disheveled fashion. Being led there by a similar elf, yet more appropriately, Ruthil had trailed the unknown acquaintance who had faster strides as being on horseback was. The township, fledgling by the looks of it, smote by volcanic ashes from the appearance of it; drew the most astonished gasps. Even to Ruthil whose gasp was drawn, he could not figure if it was the disappointing state in which his kind dwelled in or if the volcanic ashes were grasping his throat with it's warm crispness.

 

With the more intentional flickering of his eyelids, trying to shield his eyes from the airy residue of volcanic ash, he eyes once more another posting nearby and intrigues himself with it.

 

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Choice 1:

Choice 2 (if applicable):

Choice 3 (if applicable):

((MC name)):

(RP) Name:

Race:

Age:

Gender:

Do you have a family, if so how many members will be residing with you:

((Please state your time zone)):

((Please state your average playing time)): 

((Please state why we can trust you with this job)):

((Do you use skype?)):

((How long have you been on the server?)):

((Why, as a payer, do you wish to join the lower council?)):

What nation do you reside in, if any:

Do you hold any allegiances to other nations and or organizations/guilds? If so state them, and their nature:

Do you have any work experience, if so where and what:

Do you have a criminal record, if so state your offenses:

Why do you feel you are suited for Job Choice 1:

If applicable, why do you feel you are suitable for Job Choice 2:

If applicable, why do you feel you are suitable for Job Choice 3:

State any comment that you think may aid you in this application here:

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Upon observing it, he slips away from the post to apprehend needed supplies to answer the call for assistance.

[VonEbs 1224]

Coughing slightly from the ash in the air, Ebs makes his way to the box where he puts copies of The Flagship so that all Mali can enjoy amd digest the important information within. He notices that only a few copies remain, and withdraws about forty issues from his satchel and places them carefully inside. Looking up, he sees the blond haired Mali, and thinks silently that it is good to see a new face among the tired citizens of Malinor. Almost smiling, he regards the newcomer, saying cheerily, "Karin'Ayla llir. Welcome to Malinor, or, I should say, what's left of it. I am Ebs, do you require any assistance?"