Defense For The Elves

[Baconthief 682]

A note is pinned to a tree that plants its roots in elven forests. As you near the poster, the writing comes into view, the words seeming to shine with a bright-white ink

 

 

Mali,

 

Our people are the most blessed among all creatures of this world. For centuries we have been bestowed with the greatest of craftsmen, tailors, fletchers and smiths. Our blessing is that of our diversity in skill; however, if your cast your eyes beyond our peaceful forests you find the opposite. There's only one occupation, one job among the other peoples of this land, warrior. Although the name changes from “knight”, “legionnaire”, “duke”, or “baron”, they all embrace combat and violence.  In appearance all citizens of foreign lands have express their loyalty through military service. They do not have the same blessing of diversity as we.

 

However, this diversity can be at times our greatest weakness. While other nations saturate their military with every available citizen on hand, we allow culture to express through our works. However, culture will not parry a blade, it will not protect your family, or the most precious of our treasures, our children.

 

I am not here to force a blade into your hand, such an action is against every ideal we have ever stood for. Instead I offer you a blade, a chance to protect your home if war was to come to threaten those you love, our great city, and our father Malin’s great nation.

 

It has been decided by myself, and the High-Council that a “people’s-militia” of the sort is required to ensure a peace among us. Armor and a blade will be given without charge to any Mali or citizen of Malinor who wishes to protect their home if actions of diplomacy and peace were to fail. In order to defend our nation properly, we must have the ability to fight when the time has deemed it appropriate.

-Prince Khel Z’ress-Oussana

 

For those who have taken the armor from the one who issues the set, in its appearance it looks like this in the link below. Wear it if there is going to be an elven battle, as it is your state-issued armor

 

((Skin made by Ryder))

((Credts go to this girl^))

 

OOC: To get your weapons you'll need to speak with Khel. I don't know if that was clear
 

[TheWyrdWolf 1532]

Lenwe Arcturus slowly walks into Malinor, recently events having troubled him greatly. He nears the aforementioned Note, pinned to the bark of an Elven tree. As his eyes scroll across the page a small smile passes across his face, as he turns to leave.
 

"Finally.." he whispers to himself.

 

He turns and walks off, looking for Khel in order to retrieve his issued set of Armour and Weapons.

[Sync 11]

Sync had been walking down the path leading to his new home in Malinor. Several thoughts had been running through his head as he finally reached the entrance. Outstretching his hand, Sync grabbed the front of the door in order to gently pry it open; a soft 'creak' echo'd throughout the area.

 

"Home sweet home~" Sync chimed to himself as he shut the door behind him.

 

As he stood in the entrance he couldn't help but bite at the lower part of his lip in excitement. There, upon the sheets of his bed; was the Elven armor he was promised. Sync took in a long breath of air in order to fill his lungs as he took a few steps forward in order to greet the pieces of armor.

 

"Heh. If only Mum' and Pa' could see me now. I'm sure they'd call me everything but Son." Sync stared down at the metal in silence before finally moving to the paint palette on the surface of his counter..

 

A brilliant White Rose had been painted on the back of the armor.

 

"..It was an Oath I swore, I intend to always be a White Rose.. even though they're not around anymore.."

 

Sync returned the palette and looked outside and up at the stars.

 

He sighed.

[CombatRolePlay 1863]

Sync had been walking down the path leading to his new home in Malinor. Several thoughts had been running through his head as he finally reached the entrance. Outstretching his hand, Sync grabbed the front of the door in order to gently pry it open; a soft 'creak' echo'd throughout the area.

 

"Home sweet home~" Sync chimed to himself as he shut the door behind him.

 

As he stood in the entrance he couldn't help but bite at the lower part of his lip in excitement. There, upon the sheets of his bed; was the Elven armor he was promised. Sync took in a long breath of air in order to fill his lungs as he took a few steps forward in order to greet the pieces of armor.

 

"Heh. If only Mum' and Pa' could see me now. I'm sure they'd call me everything but Son." Sync stared down at the metal in silence before finally moving to the paint palette on the surface of his counter..

 

A brilliant White Rose had been painted on the back of the armor.

 

"..It was an Oath I swore, I intend to always be a White Rose.. even though they're not around anymore.."

 

Sync returned the palette and looked outside and up at the stars.

 

He sighed.

D'aw

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.