Twinny

"hm! I heard Banjo has a magical banjo.. wonder if hes going to play it.." The elven menace thought aloud.

An elven menace wonders what kinds of beer they have...

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"Again?!" An elven menace screeched into the depths of the stone tower.

An elven menace so wipes from her blade imperial blood, as she looked outward to the horizon.. northward- to that of south bridge. "Soon, my smoking ruin.. soon..."

"Onward then, to a unified front." So spoke Ivarielle I.

A certain recently proclaimed Princess knows he knows.

To Distant Lari’onnan and Mal’onnan ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “From the ashes; salvation. From salvation; a future.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You may be perplexed as your eyes or respective attentiveness beset this missive but I implore you to read its contents with an open mind, for too long have our people come to suffer under weak leadership, too long have we suffered under the ideals of Diarchism and remnants of the ages gone by from Arcas. To some, Othelu Orrar may have wronged, yet in his years as Sohaer did he usher in a state so strong that the mali’aheral, the mali’thill were renowned for the presence of the Sillumir and progression and yet in the blink of an eye did Kolvar, the self proclaimed late Sohaer of Haelun’or throw it all away for personal whims and flawed systems, more content on sipping tea than representing us. I write to you as one who of those who had so left the state to avoid the failings and lethargic dealings of Kolvar and his failed twin of Diarchism, something many of us can claim, and many of us can declare we never resided in the Silver State with our talonii in the first place over. I write to you as one who knows that whatever systems they conjure from this now will fail and hold no future for our kind, and so I write to you with an alternative, a chance to participate in the salvation of our kin. Under the decision of those following beneath my cerise and crimson banner we have come to decide the future of our people rests not in a Sohaer, nor a government that can not hold to their own constitutions involving their government or laws, but in a Princedom. A Princedom- something that has yet to have dawned in the Silver State; for those there know that placing the silver state under a leadership akin to our distant Lari’onnan and Mal’onnan as Princedoms would eradicate their dying clutches on it. And so now from the failings of the Silver State we come together to found the Aheralic Princedom, naming Princess Ivarielle I its rightful ruler. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Those who hold displeasure in the state for their practices and ideals of purity in which they dictate how one should look, allow us to come to the middle ground for the first time and hopefully indefinitely. For those who dwell in the state and seek to turn to a stronger future, under the Aheralic Princedom, I offer you one chance; Join and so have a say, or do not and never have one. For those of you who join, and are of a notable Talonii I so express my desire to reform the ideals of purity to your respective bloodlines in which the most pure and undiluted of ‘aheral blood is displayed and represented. To those of you who do so dwell in the state and are not of a notable talonii, I offer you the same standing under a collective Lineage. To those dwelling outside of the state or so hold but the slightest change of features you are welcome beneath my colours, you are permitted a chance to prove that you are not the wretch you have been deemed by these people prior. Furthermore, no longer will you have to look upon marrings of the flesh in shame. While one should always strive to avoid needless injuries, scars not a sign of failure, of inadequacy, but one of survival, endurance, living where a lesser being would have died. Willing modifications of one’s form is now also permitted in the form of hidden tattoos, though they are still discouraged and preferably only done if such holds deep meaning, and piercings though to ensure our culture is still our own and does not impede upon those of our ‘ker and ‘ame cousins, such must always be done in moderation as to not conceal the full natural glory of those born from the Golden Pools. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (The following are letters sent to the specific families mentioned, do not meta game.) To The Nullivari Talonii To The Viradiraar Talonii To The Visaj Talonii To The Athri’onn Talonii (The following is public). To Any Thriving ‘Aheral Talonii of Almaris Outside of Haelun’or. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Signed: Princess Ivarielle I, Rightful Princess of the Aheralic Princedom

"Ave" Chimed a southern woman, her head bobbing in agreement of this news.

Flickering sights of days prior dawned in the 'aherals mind... "if you need my aid, all you need do is ask; and so I shall gather whomst I can" The silver elfess' tone bounds across the hilltop, met only by the the relentless whipping winds of the blizzard and that of someone she would come to believe her llir, Prince Vytrek. (@Monkee). "You are no different then" Now bounds the voice of his mal'onn (@Fekr) amidst a lengthy conversation betwixt the walls of the frigid keep one late night, prior to the battle's eve, before it so twisted in tone and volume. "Yet you are the first.." - "To care for 'fenn I mean" He so concluded upon words exchanged thereafter, the woman sitting in silence as her attentiveness diverted from his words.. once more shifting. And yet.. one memory took ahold. "Ally of yore, of my lari'onnan, my mal'onnan.. bestow upon me one request; to march alongside side me, my talonii.. my distant kin to suffer in the barren peaks, to suffer in their isolation.." Pleaded the porcelain paletted elf to the Nephilim before her "If Diarchists taint your view of my people, have bestowed upon you this falsehood- then so grant me the chance to earn my kins redemption for a future.. march with us on the dark" At that, the Nephilim's chin angled downward (@Milenkhov). By her pleas did he show.. Yet.. it had all played out so differently from what the mali had envisioned in her mind. The Start. A fennic vanguard to struggle against a tide of those twisted by the dark, making ground only as the blizzard's flakes parted for the hail of projectiles. For a moment the horrors of war prior; of strife and torment, fractured memories now whole, painted in the clearest of forms bared their fruits- only broken by the yelling of Fennic Commanders. Her veiled gaze gave unto the figure at her flank her attentiveness (@Venomous_Pup). "And so shall the proving grounds of our generations to come be proven here, in fenn. So shall the mistakes and idleness of Diarchists and High Princes be fought by 'aheral and 'fenn here today.. come.. let us join them" So spoke the Shepard as she descends from the hilltop- before from her sleeves did the manifestation of an endless stream of flaking embers come to exist. Deaths.. wounds.. all were blown as the blackened banners advanced toward the crater where upon once a time the Fennic square stood.. and from which did IT emerge.. the presumed amalgamation of the mystic's work, a titanic aberration of twisted souls most confused. The elfess bore witness as her ally, Diome ( @Orlanth) were near rendered asunder, ripped in half.. broken and bruised.. yet all in favour of the growing collection of smoke and dwindling embers above. And so it came to fruition when the Aberration dwelled above the crater; at last.. a hellish torrent of voidal flame piercing through the shroud of thick white-obscurity; hundreds of fiery droplets the size of coins would streak down with the consistency of a typical rainfall- no signs of wavering or halting.. simply a mass scorching of the pit- yet from the Barrowlord a screech resounded that would instil the descendants of malin, the followers of the titan with fear- prompting their flee.. her connection severed- her work lacerated. Yet it were not over.. exhausted were her form- her beads of sweat freezing over as the night grew colder.. harsher.. though by means of shear will, foul play or mayhaps simply the thought of failing her distant kin.. did the sorceress press her known bounds- one final spell. "Distant Lari'onnan, mal'onnan... I've done all I can" Confessed the silver elf, and so now in the end of her casting's reign, the magi whomst had stood as the primary wreaker of havoc upon the aberration's form with her fire would sling her last stint of flame. Her last actions were noted as the panning of countenance to the aftermath, her living allies. Her scarred lips curled upward for a faint, brief, smile.. before the elfess than collapsed amidst the square, her frame fell limp.. idle.. unresponsive. Those to hear this in history would surely know this as a fennic victory.. yet those there knew who were present...

"Balthazar's watchful gaze spread far and wide, truly the best way to end such pettiness from orcs." Chimed the Aediles.

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Vargs don't exist.

"Diarchists, nothing but trouble since their return it seems, either from them or caused by them." Sighed Ivarielle.

"It is sad to see that such a prominent family would be met with this, but when the rise of diarchist ideals will slowly wilt and wither the state once more I would support them, despite this behaviour. At least the pockets of leadership are lined with enough coin to easily replace this damage, whilst the common folk can only grumble about the damages" The Ibarellan grumbled, sighing as she threw the missive into her fire, for a moment she allowed silence to fill the room before caving in to her growing vocality "These ideals should have passed away on Arcas, it's sad to see how we now devolve after Othelu's passing. What next? Ando alur will probably be forced off for being a mixed race subject of the state."

bruh?

"Though we did not have the pleasure of meeting face to face come the return of my Talonnii to the State, I have you to thank for it, Othelu Orrar. For that, I am grateful. I know you glued this place together, and held charisma unmatched for the position of Sohaer. May you rest well." A silver haired mali proclaimed, as she finally deemed it time to draw her curtains, and start anew.