riorr

[!] A yellowed, once wettened and now dried note, flutters — hung up infront of The Night Owl Parlour by an elfess dressed in blue. The ink cursive writing is splodgy and rough in places. It's contents contain indications as to why. It is so very cold, and so very dark, now that my oil lamp has burnt out. The dampness of this tomb I wait in worries me. I notice, in this space where I have lost one sense, that of sight; my other senses feel heightened. A pounding in my head, at times, seems all I can hear. Dreariness too overcomes me. No doubt both caused by my dismal conditions. I try to scheme a way out, but my mind is equally as empty as this cavern, now that no other descendants nor monsters roam it. A man who’s been here far longer, a skeleton pirate makes for OK company, though I long to be able to listen to his life tales. Please, rescue me, expeditiously. Larihei kae annilereh. ito kae Dio mya’leh.

As a group of Mali'aheral continued to work away at a heap of debris, the unstable sapphire mine they stood in would rumble, pieces of the cavern walls and ceiling crumbling down as they chipped off pieces of the bottom. “Is it falling there, too?” “It is!” “Ve can’t leave him!” Hræthån growled, “If we continue to mine, we’re all going to die, including him!” “Just — go!” Elarhil Sullas gave the muffled cry out, agonizing to be witness to, “The death of one Mali’aheral is better than three.” “The death of none is best!” Soris shuffled towards the stairway, peering toward the water. “We could go higher, is there another place we can get him out?” Questioned Okarir’tir Edgars An’asul. The stairs shook as the structure of the cave was compromised. From above, rocks began to cascade. "Please!" Elarhil pleaded, curling up besides the pirate skeleton that rest in his otherwise solitary hollow, as sand and water flooded in. Hræthån grumbled in anger, "SHIT!" He roared as he begun to hammer as quick as he could at the sandstone. Soris snapped her attention to the ceiling, dropping the shovel as she brought both hands to her helmet, holding the sides, "Shit, shit." She cursed, before turning towards the others. Hræthån grasped then that he would have to take a different approach. He turned to Edgars and Soris, "We have to get out NOW!" He shouted, "We can come back later, when it's safer!" Wide-eyed with alarm, Elarhil nestled further, "Ti, Hræthån! Please GO! You'll kill all of us!" He choked. "Alright, time to go!" Ordered Edgars. “ito kae Dio mya’leh!” Three of them made it to the surface. First spoiler — emotes Second spoiler — screenshots

A weefolk woman commented over the shoulder of Filibert, "Oi bet t'ey use logs too long, 'n a leave a gap too small between 'em. Bigg'uns can use t'e regular, CORRECT soize. Our feet are larger!" She snickered to herself!

[!] Leaflets are posted in the marketplace as well as outside the bastille of Karinah’siol. Scout Pamphlet, Vol niut – The Sapphire Mine Issued 9th of Malin’s Welcome, Year 74 of the Second Age Theme Last elven day, a band of brave Mali’thill descended into an abandoned sapphire mine that was discovered North East of the Haelun’orian isle; What awaited, was altogether an unknown. Here are the findings of Okarir’tir Edgars An’asul, Anara Elervathar, Hileia, Stelios Kekemos Hyptos, Valazaer Calith, and myself, Okarir’mali Elarhil Sullas. We could infer that the last descendant visitors to the cave were a crew of pirates. Their forsaken ship docked close by, a code found upon the vessel allowed us to enter the mine after decryption. Maneuvering through the cave formation was in itself a task. The walls ooze a luminous lime green slime, adherent to touch, it has the possibility to entrap an entire Mali. That which blocked our path we singed by handheld torches, allowing us to proceed. While it had been evident descendants had not entered for quite some time prior to us, other creatures inhabit the area still. A colossal coconut crab, disturbed by our presence, put up an arduous defence till the creature could no longer — retreating to a crack in the wall. Curiously, frequent throughout the cave were locked chests, each with further unique codes needed to be opened. One chest, relatively near to the surface, we found had a ship carved onto the top and buttons on every side marked front, back, left and right accordingly. A quick-witted Hileia solved the puzzle, noting the order of the directions mentioned in a journal scrap found on the nearby pirate ship, pressing the buttons on the sides of the chest, bow, stern, port and starboard to open it. Deeper in the mine, as close to the bellows as we could get, we were faced with an enormous web that crawled with spiders. Ideas were thrown around as to how to surpass this. However, we concluded it would be wise to conserve energy, establish a plan and return later. As such, we are returning to the site on The Grand Harvest. Above ground, a rescue party will be stationed on the beach as a precaution — with refreshments, naturally. Take your best adventuring gear; advised is a light source, a weapon, a shield and light food and water rations. OOC: Saturday 30th April, 4pm EST/9pm BST Uhieran Scout Leader Elarhil Sullas MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

A wee lady cracked open a drink in an early celebration, "Oi love me 'ome, but KNOX, if oi ain't 'alf glad fer a reason ter leave it!" She turned to her grandmother, "D'ye t'ink ye can make it, Meemaw?" @ImNerdiie

"Ay'Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya!" Reflected Okarir'mali Elarhil Sullas.

Painting in the Park Issued 10th of The Deep Cold, Year 72 of The Second Age Cerin Amroth in Lothlórien, Ulla Thynell Creatives of Elcihi'thilln, On The First Seed of this elven week, a session of painting in the square will commence! For the innovative minds of Mali'thill are not limited to any kind of study; there is much value to be found in artistic fields. All are encouraged to come explore, practice and enjoy. There will be three categories of painting, which will we run through, in the following order: Still life Model Free form For each category, the object of your painting will be up to choice! Nevertheless, should you find trouble within the vast beauty of our State, finding just one matter in your surroundings to focus upon, there will be a selection laid out as an aid. You may find a model in any other willing participant. No need to bring your own brushes - all equipment will be provided by the State! OOC: Friday 22nd, 3pm EST/9pm BST May your paths be safe, your floors unbroken and may Elcihi'thilln fill your eyes with beauty. Okarir'mali Elarhil Sullas MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA

Elarhil Sullas broke into a cold sweat after he scanned over the late RSVP... he stared towards the many bottles of sparkling beetroot water.

A fair elven hoplite adjusted his chlamys and picked up a spear! "For the motherland." He proclaimed.

-

[!] Pinned to the Haelun'orian notice board and around the tavern is the following notice. To Change A Name Issued 5th of The Deep Cold, Year 71 of the Second Age Music It is with consideration that a centre of congregation in Karinah’siol, previously named The Magelight Inn, is to be renamed. Members of Elcihi found a rebrand in order, as changes are underway, and additionally to remove association with the former Okarir’mali. It is henceforth to be called The Night Owl Parlour. By Amanda Clark The Golden Owl is the symbol of the Elibar’acal. Azorella Elibar’acal being a figure of note regarding the last Republic of Haelun’or. As the building is under Sullas management, owing to the talonnii’s ancient beliefs of the power of astral bodies, comes the inclusion of ‘Night’. Changes to The Night Owl Parlour are to include removal of the impure smoking lounge and betterments to other rooms within the establishment. Sohaer Alaion Miravaris Okarir’mali Elarhil Sullas MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

[!] Silver envelopes are delivered directly to Haelun'orian mailboxes! 72 SA Sullas Soirée Dearest Mali’thill, It is with bounties of pleasure and pride the Sullas talonnii will be opening our manor to the citizens of Haelun’or for an evening of exquisite grazing, music, dancing and games! We offer a time well spent amongst beloved lliran. Specifically on the agenda of the eve are the following: ⚪A toast to the new Republic! A historically Sullasian ideology is in full swing and beckons swift progress for the Silver State, thanks to the tireless work of Elheial’thilln. 🟡 Various appeals from each host, among these, tarot reading and having a uniquely written poem! ⚪ Snack buffet and beverages. On the menu is Haelun’orian honey, olives and sparkling beetroot water! Our address is Berr’lin Boulevard IV. Please RSVP. [!] RSVP slips are included. ↓ Okarir’mali Elarhil Sullas & Residents of the Sullas’Calith’ehya manor.

[!] Leaflets are posted in the marketplace as well as outside the bastille of Karinah’siol. Scout Pamphlet, Vol oem – The Bay Issued 9th of The Amber Cold, Year 71 of the Second Age Theme Citizens of Haelun’or Eluhieran, the scouts of Haelun’or, shall be going on an excursion this Malin’s Welcome with a goal established by Maheral Braxus Ni’leya; To capture a white octopus. One has been confirmed to exist off the coast of our Silver Isle. The octopus is then to be transferred to the fishtank within the restricted Eternal Library. The scouts humbly ask you to join us on this day, as it is too precarious to go alone. This task will contribute towards the Sil Badge for Uhieran! In this capture, the creature is not to be harmed, we must be tactful in our approach. [!] A fold on the leaflet can be flipped up! Maheral Braxus Ni’leya Uhieran Scout Leader Elarhil Sullas Uhieran Scout Leader Alpine Wonda MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

Micah O'Connell, now in his own resting place -- Knox's golden wheat fields, recalls murdering Bubbo Grimmer. https://imgur.com/vHQBmmc "T'e wee lad didn't deserve it, really."

[!] A navy blue paper envelope with metallic silver and gold stars, every one hand-painted, is delivered exclusively to each citizen of Haelun'or! Banquet of Stars 10th of The First Seed, Year 71 of The Second Age You are cordially invited to the Banquet of Stars, this Sun's Smile in Elcihi'thilln! Beneath the white, radiant starlight we shall parley and enjoy the finest Haelun’orian delicacies! Our esteemed Sohaer Alaion Miravaris, along with his also highly valued talonnii member Arasdir Miravaris, will be performing a rendition of ‘Haelun’or ito lye’leh’. Furthermore, the cherished Medi'ir Pamphilos Callidora Hyptos will be showcasing the beauty of one Akritian instrument, the kithara! All are appreciated who bring along extra platters or drinks, especially those of their talonniis speciality. All are expected to behave civilly, instigators shall be removed. A single additional copy of this invitation has been included for you to extend to a lliran! Okarir’mali Elarhil Sullas MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA

In the dead of the night came the shattering sound of glass. On a stool a younger high elf straightened, turning his head sharply towards his own bedroom door. Working late, he had been awake only by chance to catch the event. The sound had originated from somewhere above and opposite him, Elarhil deduced. It shook him, after recent break ins to the manor, he feared the worst. Though he pushed aside the anxiety and rose to exit the bedroom. Along the narrow and vacant corridor he crept. The fireplace was unlit at this hour, meaning he had to fumble in the pitch dark. As a guide he ran his right hand along the wall. The beginning of a cobweb broke by his fingertips. When he reached the end he paused, squinting up towards the landing area. It was then the door of Valazaer flung open and his figure could be seen, fleeing after a glance. The manner of Valazaer concerned him, but he opted to remain in shadow.

A PLEDGE 9th of The Deep Cold, Year 70 of the Second Age I affirm that as Okarir'mali I will carry through the following: -An active tavern environment -Allow for new tavern staff to apply -Work with Elsillumirans new sector for event safety -Make enhancements to the theatre and game room areas of the tavern -Appoint and coordinate Tilruirs to aid in the running of Haelun'ors event life -Aid in the creation and promotion of non-economic guilds and associations, as well as leisure activities within Elcihi'thilln -Work with talonniis of Elcihi'thilln to help them host events -Manage and update the Haelun'orian Notice Board Tilruir'nealu Elarhil Sullas MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA

A Sullas gasped! He turned to the champion snail, ‘The Republic Racer’ Rollo, and pressed a missive close. Meanwhile, the gastropod merely tried to enjoy a cabbage lunch. “Look, Rollo! The Valah have adopted their own version of Sullasian snail racing!”

Blessed citizenry, if you will it, I would be honoured to take up the mantle of Okarir’mali. I have served in the inn previously, it seemed I was the only bartender however. A play was to happen but never came to fruition. The Artisan Guild was abandoned entirely. Truth be told, a strong hand is direly needed to be successful in the role. To you I extend two. One to guide you, one with an invitation. I humbly invite you to join the inn revelry. I invite musicians to play. I invite thespians to act. I invite poets to recite. I invite cordial Mali’thill to pour drinks and serve food, to enlighten the lives of your fellows. I invite Haelun’orian oem’ii to the scouts. I invite the citizenry to create that which they are inspired by. If given the opportunity I wish to accompany you in all of it. To see that we prosper. Tilruir’nealu Elarhil Sullas MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

A high elven scholar beams at the discovery of many wonderful new poems to recite!

the hobbit grindset

On a grey morning a Seregon sat within his hiding location, sipping his favourite fresh leaf tea, peppermint. He looked over the missive, underlining the words with a single digit, then paused beneath the final signature. “So this is what he’s doing? It is rare I hear of my kin now.” The elf peered into his teacup. It was empty. He grumbled out, “I hate magic.”

Tagging on I'm also happy to help anytime! RIO#8249 or Rioling ingame ❤️