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The elfess was sitting by the water's shore like she often did her one working eye scanning the clear blue, she paused though as she felt the ever un-nerving shudder of nature. "another passes on..." she muttered to herself as she shook her head and stood up to go figure out who had passed.

The elfess was in elvendom, sitting by a tree as she practiced communion. After a while she stopped her eyes going back to normal, she glanced back at the now old hawksong manor and a question ran in her mind 'where has urza been?' Nemea called up her reliable bird Nix, scribbling a note telling the bird to find Urza. She sat there for hours, and no sign of her bird's return she got concerned not only for Nix but for Urza as she began running her options most likely to head out and look for the both of them.

I'm sorry qwq

The musin was heading to the home of the Grandhearts, only to see it was empty, his little ears drooped as he wandered away from it heading to the old home of his adopted high elf mother. He ran his little paw over the big door feeling his hands shake, he wrapped his little cloak tightly around him and made his way to the tavern. The tavern to no surprise was bustling with life unlike his usual perky greeting to every giant he saw. He made his way through the crowd heading to a quiet area to which he sat down, his body was weak, he knew his life was close to its closure “had had good run…” he sat by the area’s fire feeling its warmth, his eyes glancing around finding a paper and quill. Basil struggled with the quill though he wrote away, then after a good handful of time, the letter was finished and the little musin layed down keeping the letter close to him, his eyes slowly closed as his life seemed to play in his mind like an old record, the last thought in his little mind. “I will finally get to see mama and friend toast again…” Just like that the musin was gone, the only thing left for any who knew him, was the letter though the writing was not great it would read: “Hi friends, not good with writing but have practised a lot so could write, though this not great. This letter here because body can no longer run so now get to see all friends basil miss. So to all friends alive please no be sad for basil because had a good life and you all made me very happy, some of you gave me a home, sweets and love where other giants wanted to hurt. To giants that hurt musin, hope that you will treat them better though most likely wont listen to now dead musin. To any of fellow musin still around make sure to take care of fellows so that they can also have happy life, basil really tired though..so i stop this little letter but love all friends and family. Basil Grandheart

An decent aged adunian would finally make the trek home, his appreance much diffrent but he still remember his home. He would step into the elven city making his way home "mom!" he called call to no answer, he then started around the city when he heard the news. In that moment he felt like he had been hit hard by a wagon, his jaw clenched and before anyone could talk to him, he would burst out into a sprint until his lungs felt like they were on fire to which he slumped down and began senselessly sobbing. He sobbed and screamed until his throat was raw, and then forcing himself to stand from his mess of a crying heap, he stumbled his way to cartef locking the door to his small home on the way in.

“Go out into the forest with nothing more then the clothes on your back” The elfess thought this over in her head as she stepped into her home, carefully heading up to her room. She began removing the plate mail she often wore, letting out a sigh as the weight she had gotten so used to was removed, Nemea rolled her shoulders slightly as she put the blucky set away. Once the elfess was dressed in the proper attire, she picked up a paper and quill scribbling down a simple note which she put down on the table before heading out the door. so the trial begins She travelled the dirt trail as her home became further and further from view, eventually she stepped off the reliable path into the thick forest. As the time passed the elfess focused on the set thing, finding a place to set up, night came closer and closer which she knew would make it harder to navigate. Soon she heard the sound of moving water which meant one thing: a river. Nemea came up to the river and smiled slightly, her brown eyes looking about the greenery. “Seems I have found my spot” she affirmed to herself, she began collecting some dry twigs and branches, working it into a proper set up for a fire. Once the elfess was happy with her work, she grabbed some good rocks and kneeled in front of the set up of branches and twigs. THWACK The sound slightly echoed in the quiet forest continuing over and over till finally a spark formed, she then softly blew on the flame nurturing it to a nice crackling ember. Nemea moved to sit properly as she kept close to the heat “this should ne be too bad” she said to herself stretching slightly, after sometime she laid down letting her eyes fall shut. The next morning her eyes slowly opened smelling the smoke of the fire that had dwindled over the long night “well…” she said pausing to yawn “ne time to sit around got to get to work..” she got to her feet walking over to the river cupping her hands to catch some water sipping the kool clear liquid. She carefully moved over the river mindful of straying too far from her space she had made the night before. She eventually found a fallen over tree from what she could assume from a storm she could see moss growing along the decaying bark. She carefully began snapping strong pieces from the tree “can use this to make something to help catching food..” she stated to herself. She spent most of the day working on some tools using the wood which she whittled into sharp points and a lot more. As the days passed she spent a good amount of them collecting berries and other fruits though she spent some time lost while doing so, soon she decided she would hunt an animal, picking up a spear she had made she began looking for an animal. Nemea travelled looking for all the tell tale signs, eventually she noticed a clearing and standing there..was an elk. The elfess crouched down watching the elk graze about, she took some deep breaths before she took aim. The cry of the elk came as the spear hit it but..she had missed any vital point. “****” she muttered as the elk took off and she had to make chase after it until she finally caught it, and was able to kill the creature. She then pulled the spear out of it, muttering some apologies for having made the creature suffer, Nemea got back to her simple little spot, she laid the creature down and began working on putting the creature to use. That night she sat by the fire working on cooking the meat and preserving the rest, the pelt over her shoulder which she had turned into a cloak for extra warmth the bones and such making use for cutting things. She finished cooking her share for the night, grumbling as she had carelessly burnt it but she wasn’t going to let it go to waste eating it before taking her rest. She began getting a routine as the days went on, keeping a mental note of the days and they seemed to go by rather fast though it was rather peaceful with the gentle breezes. One day in particular brought attention as she noticed a change in the sky with darkening clouds and insects seeming to buzz more “mm..rain then” Nemea muttered to herself and..she was indeed right. Most of the afternoon and night of that day the rain came down hard , the elfess having to squint as she made a set up to safely put her supplies in a bag dangling from a branch which she had made with leather from her hunt. She walked around looking for shelter using the elk pelt to keep herself slightly protected from the rain. She came up to a cave stepping into it before she stopped hearing movement, Nemea squinted looking into the cave noticing animals that had taken shelter in there. She sighed softly knowing she would not want to disrupt the animals that already took shelter, she turned and headed out of the cave back into the rain. Though the night was rather cold and damp, she rested in a tree waiting out the storm, the next day least to say for the elfess was drying the pelt and herself. Luckily for her, she didn’t have too many issues past that, as the last day came to a closure she packed up her stuff and made her way back home. Nemea spent most of that night navigating the forest until she got back to the dirt path a month ago she had taken, the city came into view though it did feel rather...odd though her body was sore she had gotten used to the quiet and nothing but the sounds of nature. Once she got home she stepped inside putting away her makeshift weapons she would use later, she then went upstairs changing back into her armor and cleaned herself up. Rather then resting, she stepped outside once more whistling as a her horse came up to her, Nemea petted the horses face gently “karin’ayla llir..missed you” she then carefully hopped onto the horses back motioning the horse gently to begin galloping down the path. Her trial was over and it was time to see her teacher once more to talk about her experience

And red pilled? >~> @briarthorn

An elfess sat in her home with her child playing with her toys, she looked over the paper and would smile slightly "seems the river is turning into a peaceful stream" she glanced out the window "things are going well"

The Mali'ame would read over the writting a slight hum coming from her as she pondered for a moment looking unto the waters "seems the tides have changed...we'll see where this river takes us next..hopefully to calm waters once more.."

The elfess stirred awake in the early hours, something she had been use to at this point, but something else was on her mind "where is amaesil..?" She stridded over to the edge of the keep looking out onto the vast ocean, and as time passed her worry only continued on. Where did he go..?

The elfess stepped into the city of stygian a place where she visited often the darken sky something she had gotten so use to, her tired eyes scanning the area as she looked for her friend asking people "Where's vival?" That was finally when she heard the news and felt her heart sink in her chest and anger fill in herself, not only had the dragon known as azdromoth destroyed her home it now took a friend. She traveled back to the refuge camp of Elvenesse, walking up to the water she sat down picking up a rock and throwing it tears rolling down her face. "I swear I make that ******* dragon PAY not only for taking my home but a friend"

“Take from this bowl and write what you fight for on the stag” The elf prince said to the young ranger he nodded to the prince and dipped his hand into the bowl coating his hand in the ashes with in walking up to the statue of the giant stag he brought his finger to the smooth material of the statue writing ‘family’ as he stepped back from the statue he looked at the writing of so many other around him, he knew they were in for a fight they would know if they would win..but he was going to fight for his home and what he held dear His family Cypress sat there awake, his father and mother fast asleep with his two younger siblings and twin brother also in rest at the little room within the owl’s perch. however he was unable to rest easy, his family was safe but something nagged at the back of his mind. The young ranger stepped out of the room being quiet so as not to wake any others within the tavern, so many people who in one day lost their home just like him. Once outside he took a long breath. He could smell some smoke but it was distant but he could still remember the smoke that invaded his lungs only hours ago, the sound of swords clashing and the yells of people in panic and some yelling orders. It was all fresh in his mind and it all had been too real he felt horrible as he let something cloud his mind during all that fighting as much as he didn't want to admit. The fear of death and loss He had many conversations about it before with the man he long considered his mentor, john. The hours he spent training and talking with him, he was as much of a parental figure to him as the brylynn who took him and his brother in so long ago yet in the moments of terror and chaos in the fight he felt he failed not only the brylynns but also john, as he had barley helped fight and spent more time running in fear like a coward. He had been unable to even speak to his fellow rangers after they came back, looking at all the people tired and burned, during that time and even now he couldn’t shake how these people fought hard and all he had been able to do was run, even his own father who he had seen sitting in the room earlier in extreme pain with scorch marks barley even able to stand let alone stay awake. The young ranger sighed as he continued towards where he left his steed, carefully untying the horse and hopping on its back “come on let's go” he commanded the horse as they took down the path towards elvenesse or what was left.. The young ranger came to near the burning city stopping as his horse did not dare to go any closer, the smell of ash and smog he had smelled before once again infesting his lungs as he coughed but nonetheless he stayed there the same words ringing in his mind over and over like a broken record that wouldn’t leave his mind. Coward, failure, weak His eyes welled up with tears as he clenched tightly to the reins of his horse to the point his knuckles turned white under his gloves, as he just began sobbing as he hunched over as he couldn't hold them back anymore and at least there was no one there with him to see such, he wasn’t sure how long he stayed there for before he finally just couldn't cry anymore, he managed to muster himself up to get his horse to move once more as he headed back. OOC

Beautiful video as always and great post zill^^

The elfess sat on edge of stone looking about the calm blue waters that surrounded the elven nation, the sound of the bells rang only once which caught her attention. Her lips curled into a thin line as she quickly got up from her spot, and that is when she found out a flower had indeed wilted... "Briar...you can't be..." She felt her stomach turn as she brought her left hand to her mouth as her eyes welled up with tears she turned on her heel and ran off to her home in the manor, the one briar use to live in "Why...w-why do people keep leaving!!" She took her right arm punching in the wooden wall unable to feel pain in the stone limb as she slumped down and continued crying reflected on the past with the elfess she had known for so long.

Everyone on the team for this build has been working really hard so excited for once we fully get it finished^^

An elfess would sit by the edge of the water, her bird swooping down to give her a paper. Her brown eyes scanned the paper, humming softly a slight smile appearing on her face. "calm, hopefully this lasts for sometime.."

Ke Kai’len The song of the Ocean Nemea travelling the western seas As night fell, everything looked...dark. The lost elfess looked around, it was pitch black. The only light emitted to the area was the moon and the faint glow of the stars. Looking up to those stars, there she was. The thunderbird always pointed to where the traveller wanted to go, and to Nemea, that was home. The small ‘ame picked up the paddle and continued to make her way in the direction of the thunderbird’s guidance. The thunderbird princess, often called Nemglan, is known to many elves as a symbol of independence. When the thunderbird flaps her wings, she creates storms of crashes and flashes of light, unleashing the wrath she holds within. She is often seen in flight, rather than on land. History The Tahorrans were people of the sea, going to travel the world in their boats. Whale and salmon hunts, barbaric. The Tahorrans have wronged too many people, betrayed the Crown in coup attempts. Not only did they betray others, but they betrayed their seed members. Chieftains leaving out their fellow members when planning on moving the seed. But yet, they fell back on it. Are people so indecisive now? The lover of the sea, Nemea had gotten onto her board, paddling herself out to the middle of the ocean. Her skin was damaged from the burns, and tattoos were removed. She sat on the board, a sigh escaping her lips. “Don’t even trust your lari’onn.” The ‘ame uttered to herself, swirling her feet into the waters of the ocean. “Left out of everything…” She’d state, her mind cluttering with thoughts as she watched the ripples in the water form. It was not a new thing to the ‘ame as she more often found herself spending hours lost in her mind looking to the waters to help ease herself. Eventually, as night fell the elfess looked up to the sky seeing the countless stars but she focused on one thing, the figure of Nemglan in the stars, she slowly nodded to herself taking her paddle tightly in her hands she set back to the shore her mind now made. As time went on, the elfess began working on herself along with further finding and learning her ways of following the thunderbird she so often looked to for guidance, both before and after the time of her former seed. As she worked away, not only talking with comrades but also going to the High Prince of Elvenesse promising despite the wrongs of the people she once called her family, she would not falter on her loyalty and with the support of people behind her. Soon, she decided what her next step would be making a seed that would be known as the Ke Kai’len and so her work began on the beginning stages of this new seed and the new family she would make for herself. Beliefs The Ke Kai’len are seafaring elves, people of honour, loyalty, strength, and freedom, who try to find peace when destruction occurs and find calm in storms. The deep blues are our most often used transportation, uniting all of our different cultures, races, and communities as one. The Ke Kai’len use these waters and have a deeper understanding of it than most you’ll meet. Nemglan also destroys with storms, though it is believed by people of the seed it leads to the start of new creation. Traditions The Ke Kai’len partake in the traditions that they have formed as a people, taking on cultures of their past with such. People of the Ke Kai’len are ones to tell stories through song and dance, getting their name. Their name means song of the ocean, fitting for what they do. Traditionally, to show the balance of life and destruction, the people participate in fire dances. When performing fire dance, there are usually two dancers and multiple drummers. In the ocean, there are many treasures to be found by those who forage it. Many will find reefs of coral when venturing through the deep blues of the continent. What appeals to the eye are bright colours and what can be found in the ocean of that colour is coral. The Ke Kai’len use this coral found to express themselves through artistic mediums such as sculptures and flattening the organism. By using this medium, the Ke Kai’len have a much greater appreciation for what life can bring than most other people. The seed also uses the oceans to catch food with such they learn how to catch fish correctly, with spear, line, or net and by groups. In some cases, a big group of people sometimes spread and haul in huge nets into the bay, or sometimes drive fish towards the shore where they can be captured in nets held in shallow water. The Ke Kai’len make their canoes out of stone, wood, shells and bone. Sometimes they will also make simple weapons and utensils. The most common canoes the people make are huge double-hulled canoes that are built out of small wooden components held together only by fitting and lashing. These canoes can take a lot of pressure for thousands of miles. Trials To become a Ke Kai’len an initiate must pass various trials and obstacles to prove that they are ready to be properly welcomed into the seed. Upon the completion of such the initiate will be given their tattoo by the chieftain/chieftess, the trials are not easy and are meant to push one's limits to prove they have earned their mark. Each tattoo has different flowers for each member The sea can be calming amongst all the wilderness. When travelling these vast seas, one must obtain balance within themselves to survive on the waters. To obtain this balance, it must take time and practice. The initiate will be placed onto a board, practising their balance. Until the initiate can stay stable on the board for two minutes, they must redo the trial. This trial requires mastery, not barely passing by. Following the trial of balance, the initiate will practice fighting on land with the chieftess/chieftain and then once the chieftess/chieftain believes they are ready the two will go out onto the water with the initiate having to use both their balance and strength to win the fight, this trial will go on till the initiate can win the fight and prove their balance and strength. The third trial is one of the more simple of the tasks the initiate will do, they will be tasked in doing something to show their interconnection with the people they call family and show that both sides acknowledge members of the seed will never have to walk the world alone no matter what obstacles may come up in their life. As the founder did, they will follow the spirit of adventure, with nothing besides some basic rations, they are to set out onto the sea using only Nemglan as their guide using this time to reflect on themselves. Upon reaching whatever destination Nemglan guides them to, the initiate will have to grab something from the place and be able to find their way back home. After they return, the initiate will give the chieftain/chieftess the item they grabbed and explain what they learned/reflected on their trip.