The Second Calling Of The Dark Elves

[Swgrclan 2682]

Black falcons glide over the lush, forested landscape of Malinor; exquisite letters, scrolled up and stamped gripped within their sharp talons as they sought out those who they were sent to find; Dark Elves. Though, Dark Elves of higher importance and some of lower -- of noble blood, of "royal" heritage. The letters are given to each and every (remaining) member and their patron and/or matron of each of the following houses: 

Oussana, Nightheart, Klaren, Shadeleaf, and even the lesser houses; Kameki and Centrella.

The letter is stamped with a peculiar crest,



and the message within is written with fine handwriting; obviously marked by a well-educated individual. The message states the following:

"Greetings Noble Dark-Elves;

The time has come for a meeting to take place; important matters must be discussed and bonds must be (re)forged. The Elves of Malinor have grown distant, and as of recent, the Dark-Elves moreso -- the Mali'ker are an honor-bound and close-knit people, we are not meant to keep away from eachother and hide in our territories while the Motherland deteriorates from lacking of population.

This gathering will grant the chance to rebound us into a strong people; allowing us to share concerns - not solely toward the Elves and how our nation's deterioration, but concerns some Houses have toward other Houses as well. To those invited:

Bring only yourself and your family, however, if you feel that others of our kind without a family must attend, they may join and their presence will be tolerated -- but not if they step.. out of turn.

 

House Shar much anticipates the gathering and hopes all may join. The words spoken may effect the future of the ashen-skinned and the very nation of the Long-Eared.

Signed, Elder-Druid Victivus of House Shar."

Drawn upon the back of the letter is the location and the time to join;

A ruin near the Silver-City and when dawn first rears it's head the following night after the letters have been sent.

 

[Swgrclan 2682]

The early-rising inhabitants of the Malinorian forest chirp and squawk in the distance; stars still lie in the sky and the sky remains black as night clings still to the earth, but the sun peaks it's over to the east - it's light illuminating the land, though only faintly, and for a few hours before the sun rises fully.

Three figures stand within what the message described -- a ruin near the Silver City of the High-Elves, a forgotten collection of cracked and stacked stones; moss clings to the ruin and puddles scatter within the circle. The place seems serene and peaceful, most-likely why it was chosen for such a meeting despite how close the ruin lingers near the capitol of the High-Elves.



Two of the figures stand to the side, clad in dark-iron platemail; their blades sheathed upon their belts, and within the middle of the circle stands a pale Dark-Elf, dressed in but lavish and exquisite silks no-doubt sown by a master Seamstress. His odd, mismatched eyes dart about in idle inspection of the meeting-place he chose while awaiting those he invited. 

 

Victivus of House Shar awaits -- he awaits those he had sent the invitations to, inwardly unsettled with how things may turn out.

[Goldd 126]

[[Could you specify where and when this meeting will take place? Will it be here on the forums or in game?]]

[Swgrclan 2682]

[[Forums and in this thread. Post as you please.]]

[Gunner 775]

Chet walks around Malinor, spotting a Dark elf reading the letter. He stomps forward, snatching the paper out of it's hands and punting it in the face, "WOSSIS?! PLOUGHIN' DARK SH-" He looks down at the letter whilst roaring cuss words at the Dark elf, suddenly going silent as he reads.

 

He looks then looks back at the Dark elf, scrunching up the note and throwing it at his face, "Nonsense." He grumbles, marching off.

[Baconthief 682]

*Khel would ensure that the same invitation is sent to the other houses and individual dark elves that he knows, Mordir tribe included

 

Khel would mandate that all those of his clan would arrive together. From Laila to Pellinor, Khel asks them to arrive at the same time and together*

 

 

Khel strides in towards ruins in his usual sudo-aggressive, arrogant manner. He wears the fine clothing he wore as a prince, ontop his head rests a very criclet with a crimson jem sitting in the middle. Behind him the rest of his clan pours into the ruins, in two rows. Each line separates and goes in different directions about the circle as they enter. In the front of each line stands a clan member carrying the family's banner

 

 

Khel looks over towards Victivus and smiles

 

"Vendui brother"

[Shadeleaf 1022]

 

Arzota receives the notice, letting out a deep sigh as he reads, shaking his head:
"Shadow... well this is bound to end well..."

He mutters, gathering Vierna, and even Yulna before moving towards the meeting place.
~~~
They stand at the far corner, Arzota in center, arm around Vierna and holding

[wood elf] Yulna's hand.

[Swgrclan 2682]

As the marching of many sounded in the distance, the Elder-Druid's ears twitched in acknowledgement; his head raised and his eyes locked upon the incoming Oussana clan, a satisfied smile spreading across his dark lips. As Khel approached after his followers settled into place, Victivus inclined his head in respectful greeting; he replies to Khel with a soft, calm tone,

"Vedui', Khel Oussana. It pleases me to see that you obtained the letter and am the first to arrive."

As he finished speaking, Victivus caught sight of more movement in the distance -- three figures. Two dark, one.. paler. As Arzota and his followers came to a halt within the meeting place, the satisfied smile was replaced with pursed lips, Victivus' eyes upon the wood-elf. He remains silent, as if contemplating, before he spoke to Arzota directly moments later:

"Weclome, Arzota Kameki, Vierna Kameki and.. friend."

 

The Sharyn patron clears his throat and crosses his arms across his chest, his eyes scanning the current participants - there are more that will come, he knew this much. If not the others, then certainly Klaren; Goroth requested a meeting the weeks beforehand, anyway.

"Once everyone has arrived, the meeting may begin."

The subtle smile returns after he falls silent, once again awaiting more of his kin, within his family and outside of it, to arrive.
 

[ĔṀĔŔĨĨČĶ 519]

 

 

Marek knew what it meant. How could he not? Just like the first calling, the Dark Elf noble houses began to come together in Malinor. He remembered the first calling, and a feeling in his gut told him it was happening again. 

 

Sure enough he saw Khel marching off into the woods, and Marek quickly followed some ways behind. He waited some time after Khel walked into that familiar ruin he stood in last time. 

 

Suddenly Marek came bursting out of a bush right in the middle of the ruin. As he jumped out, he looked around. Studying each dark elf for the sign of his white haired love.

 

"Laila~?"

 

He awkwardly looks around, seeing the angry glares of the others but not his Laila. He looks from side to side and slowly stepped backwards until he was out of sight and back in Malinor.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Illsy stands amongst the Oussanas. Not hiding herself persay, but blending in, making a point not to be the center of attention, as one with ashen skin should.

 

She watches the center of the congregation with a distant expression, remaining silent.

[Lego XBOX 915]

      

 

 

Goroth and Isha arrive at the ruins, standing tall and look over those who have already arrived. Goroth nods in greeting to them all, Isha waving at a couple, like Vierna and Khel. Goroth is wearing his family tabard, the crimson and dark crimson colours with the golden falcon and fallen crescent upon his back.

 

"Keray Mali'ker of all descendants,"

Goroth greeted with a deep noble tone. The now not so young Taeyla would be accompanying him, just standing a little to the side behind him.

 

 

 

Vel'Aryla Kameki shifted up, not so far behind the other Kameki. She was embracing herself, her hands tucked into her sleeves. She moved forth until she was between Vierna and Arzota, looking shyly upon the attendees. Her mouth opened to let out a diminutive, barely audible,

 

"Hello..."

 

 

 

Nahe Onarus walks into the ruins, holding his machete ended lance and hard shield. His golden eyes glared at the Oussana and Sharyn, hands tightening on the shaft of the spear.

 

"The Onarus Nardo has arrived."

 

He spoke softly, however deeply.

 

 

 

Vel'Saril remains in the shadows, only her golden eyes visible to those looking to her, and maybe her silver hair glinting in the light of the fire and moon. She spoke softly, with a sad but enduring tone,

 

"I will represent the Vel'Nighthearts and Vel'Klarens of the old Order of Velulaei..."

[Swgrclan 2682]

As the crowd began to gather with those Victivus invited, a sense of relief gripped his mind and relaxed his weary body; his shoulders drooped before he began to scan the newcomers, beginning with the Klarens -- his attention was caught by the one known as "Isha", his lips pursing once again as Victivus represses a grimace. He recalls a rather bothersome situation with her from not very long ago, but alas, Victivus did not call the Klarens here so he can whine about the behavior of their members.

Goroth was given a brief inspection before the Elder Druid's eyes moved to the peculiar, lace-wielding male; "Onarus"? Victivus has never heard of an "Onarus" clan, but perhaps this meeting could enlighten his curiosity after the matters of most import have been handled and discussed. Next and last his eyes settled upon Vel'Saril -- it was this time that Victivus actually acknowledged the words she spoke, and it was this time that any of the words said in the meeting had caused his brows in furrow in either confusion, dissettlement or both. 

How servants of Velulaei still lived to this day puzzled Victivus; chasing after some moon-goddess and praying to the rock in the sky seemed to be like simple child's play to the Druid, yet, here one stands before him, a servant of Velulaei and in one piece. He did not agree with this woman's religious views nor does he respect them, but he had to keep things civil. It would bring Victivus no satisfaction to argue about the Moon-Goddess follower's beliefs, only frustration.

He suddenly reverted back to the calm, collected and neutral expression before speaking to his guests, his voice unwavering, masculine and resounding as he stands within the middle of the ruin:

"Welcome, brothers and sisters of ashen-skin, of noble-blood and of wise mind alike. I have brought you here at dawn to speak of the problems that seemed to have.. clutched us, and our paler brethren. Though, I must clarify that difficulties concerning our people is not all that I will be bringing up here. Much time has passed since a real meeting had been held and with that had appeared many discerning happenings that concern not only the Elves of Malinor, but of the land itself -- but I digress.

How long has it been since the Dark-Elves held a firm, structured unity? Clan standing beside clan, believing in similar goals if not same ones along with holding the willpower to even fight for these goals, should the necessity arise -- it has been a long time.

Such a unity had not been held within Asulon, the Twin Islands nor the land we stand upon now. There had been gatherings of us, surely, that had formed into loose alliances that led to the advancement of some things, such as Darkhaven, but there has been no real.. unity. Before I decided to focus upon matters concerning my family instead of my duties as a Druid, to an extent, the Dark-Elves and whatever they had built up, only to crumble, appeared to be a pitiful sight. Families were scattered, the Dark-Skinned hid away in their homes far South and any effort at trying to revive us were bound to fail as soon as these said efforts started. These efforts, might I add, were often nonsensical bantering of some low-born Dark-Elf declaring that the Mali'ker were being oppressed of all things. Such nonsense these oppression declarations hold, but no matter- carrying on,

 

The only unity I saw amongst us was when we lived within the Homeland, beside our paler brothers and sisters -- in Aegis. In Laurelin. Surely, the Dark-Elves were "cultureless" and simply another Elf amonst the Mali population, but that was the same for the High-Elves and even the Wood-Elves. There was no independent culture wrought by a branch of the Mali who decided to break away from their brethren to live in isolation within Aegis, there was a national culture that spurred unity with all of us, dark-skinned or pale. Elves followed Father Malin's wise words and they did so up until the very end of Aegis, when they turned.. humanistic. But I shall not go on to explain the history of the downfall of the Elven Nation of Malinor.

 

The point is, is that we as a people, as Dark-Elves can try to establish a unity of our own, but it will never really live. What advancements we make will fail, again, much like Darkhaven had, and we will simply deteriorate into what we were before I decided to recollect everyone for this meeting. 

We are nothing without our paler brothers and sisters. The independent foundations we raise, crumble down in a short handful of years on behalf of small population. I see this as a lesson -- a lesson that we cannot survive alone and that we must remain connected to the Motherland and it's capitol, to live within it and to assist it prosper to obtain the unity that we've strived for beforehand."

The Sharyn patron exhales a heavy breath as he finishes the extensive speech and clears his throat, his eyes darting about the crowd before he speaks one last time before falling silent, 


"What say you, Bloodlines of the Ashen? Do you cling still to the assumption that we can survive without our paler brothers and sisters or do you agree with me?"

[Baconthief 682]

Khel stands tall in his arrogance, taller in the presence of the golden eyed dark elves. They're just mere strangers who must learn the dominance he holds over them. His shoulders broaden and his stature formed to explicate this dominance, the Mori inspired tattoos begin to stretch and strain across his exposed skin. A small and distant feral snarl forms at the presence of the moon-worshipers. Under normal circumstances he'd show them the truth of thier god, her nonexistance, yet his lips remain sealed shut, allowing for the ideals of unity presented have a chance to survive. At the presence of Isha, Khel simply nods to her overly bubbly and childish greeting, he too restrains any words of malice he'd love to bestow on her

Khel shifts his jet-black gaze onto the arch druid, then to the rest of the crowd

"The presence of the faeries and paleskins are necessary for the support and growth of ourselves. They're the foundation of our structure, our race, despite the fact that many may be indifferent to our ways. Malin is our father aswell, and it's as children of malin we must seek security and solace with our brothers. House Oussana will, and already has, vowed not to tear the fragile bonds of unity as long as a reflection of Koylat does not emerge again"

((Using a phone, forgive me for any minor errors that were caused by the infernal spellcheck))

[the GOAT of the craft 606]

As the growing crowd becomes quite large, it it impossible for Rhazev to not take an interest. He and his brother, Sindarin, walk towards the group and, once arriving at the ruins, linger at the back waiting to hear what needs to be said. He eyes up the others, remembering the distrust and distaste that he harnesses for many of the Dark Elves here and begins to regret his decision to come. 

 

"They all seem to wear a lot of red" he thinks to himself.

[Goldd 126]

The pure Nightheart representative arrives an hour late, and does not state why.  As he opens the door, other stare at him. Xexus wears a strange suit and looks to the gathered through the helmet with dull amethyst eyes. He spots Ver'Saril and his eyes stare at her for a very long time. He seems puzzled by her presence. Xexus takes a seat silently and utters a quick greeting and explanation of who he is.

 

 

"Ker'ayla. I am Xexus Nightheart for those of you who do not know. I have seen the roots of all Nighthearts in my time. I am the elder of my family. It is a pleasure to see so many gathered here. You may continue with your speaking, and I will participate once  I catch on."

 

Xexus nods to them all, and turns to look over the Vel'Nightheart once more. His amethyst eyes remain dull and without their sparkle. With that he leans the moon staff of Voxrus Nightheart against the chair, remaining silent and rather elusive in his new outfit.