VoxyNoir

The Cerusil , Parir of the Draga'ar Company read the missive as he prepares his Diraar and Dion'sil to greet the returning Royarch  He quietly reads it before he heads to the palace to inquired more on this matter. "A welcoming return of our Prince. He has certainly brought artifact for the Five Original Company of the Diraar" He commented as he snaps his finger for the small musin chef to hand him a greatsword.

TO HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, PRINCE ILLTHRAK IBARELLAN

Upon reading the news of your return, I wish to inform you that success has made with the expansion of the ranks and rally of the Celia'diraar in all companies. May your return not only bring motivation, but a push for the up and coming Diraar who wishes to show their newfound talent for the vaste realm of the North that we roam freely upon. May we all be inspired and push forward with your companionship at the next Celia'diraar Address.
                                          

AY’PUERAN;

The Honourable Parir, Celius Cerusil,  Former Evarir of the Cerusil Talonnii, Leading head of the Draga'ar Company

A Cerusil in his richly decorated room prepares his armors for his own kind as any War was sacred to both his House and people. He quietly uttered a prayer in old Celian as he signs the Celestial Sigil over his heart. "May the Star guide us to the path of victory against these sinful people." Yet he wasn't finish, a missive was soon written to all member of the Draga'ar Company to armed up

The Cerusil Parir within the Celia'diraar prepares his halberd once more as he glances down at the square of his barrack with his company prepared up for war.

The Elderly Cerusil readds the copy missive as he prepares a Fi'andrian Spear to be sent back to his ally as a gift.

The Parir of the Draga'ar company sent letters to his Diraar to prepare for combats as he orders several more horses and gears from the Atmorice.

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“ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya”

𝕿he First Teluan; Draga’ar of the Celia’diraar

In light of the expansion of the Diraar, the first Teluan (company) will be formed under Celius Cerusil. The squad is Celia'norian from all the social classes of our society. Some come from nobility from the highest to the lowest, others are from humble roots. Yet their effort and goals are meant to

The introduction of this new company is composed of Eir Maor, Cyradil Alkanriv, Aldous Glanaeri, Donnie la Croix, Dain Py’lrie, Atticus, Galahad Nullivari and Alastor. These individuals are some of the greatest achievers seen in the Celia’Diraar - superhuman individuals among men.
 

The Nightly Vigil

In a profound display of unity and commitment, each member of the Draga’ar Company willingly opens a symbolic conduit to their essence, contributing a drop of their lifeblood into a communal pot. This act, far more than a mere ritual, is a shared offering that goes beyond words – a tangible expression of their dedication etched in crimson.

As a pot fills with the blood of each warrior, it becomes a sacred vessel holding the collective spirit of the Teluan Company. Placed over an open flame, the Emberfire Cauldron dances with flickering shadows, orchestrating a mystical alchemy that transforms the pooled blood into a potent, fiery-hued ink: the Ink of Resilience.

From this crucible, a skilled tattoo artisan extracts the essence of commitment. A needle, dipped in the Ink, becomes the instrument of a profound covenant. New recruits, bearing witness to the selfless act of their brethren, undergo the transformative experience as the needle pierces their skin. The resulting tattoo is not merely an indelible mark but a burning red fire, a living emblem that mirrors the collective resolve of the Celia’norian warriors.

This ceremonial tattooing transcends tradition; it is a visceral and symbolic affirmation, a rite that binds the Draga’ar Company in a covenant sealed by shared blood and marked by the eternal flame of their collective determination. 

Oath of Eternal Flame
Within the sacred halls of the Draga’ar Company, our oath binds each warrior to a noble covenant. With hand raised in the glow of a ceremonial flame, they pledge to be the stalwart protectors of Celia’nor, maintain the togetherness among the Draga’ar Company members, and carry the mark of their collective commitment - a burning red flame. As this oath echoes through these living halls, it signifies not just a promise but an enduring flame that courses through the veins of the Draga’ar Company, uniting each warrior in a legacy of chivalry and honor.

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The Draga’ar Motives
The purpose of the Draga’ar Teluan is woven into the very fabric of their existence - we stand as stalwart guardians and keepers of the eternal flame that courses through the heart of the Celia’diraar. Our noble duty extends beyond mere protection; it is a commitment to safeguard the realm and its denizens before all else.

United by the oath we swear under the Celia’diraar, the Draga’ar Teluan find purpose in upholding the virtues of chivalry, unity, and resilience. Our burning flames are not just marks of commitment but symbols of the unwavering flame that fuels our resolve. As defenders of Celia’nor, we navigate the delicate dance between tradition and innovation, embodying the essence of living legacies. 

In times of tranquility, the Draga’ar Teluan cultivates the bonds of unity, engaging in rituals that strengthen our connection to our brethren. However, when shadows loom and threats emerge, we transform into the unyielding shield, prepared to face adversity with unmatched courage and unwavering determination. The purpose of the Draga’ar Teluan transcends the temporal; it is a timeless commitment to honor, protect, and pass the legacy of the Celia’diraar to future generations.


 

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"Strength in Unity, Resolve in Fire: Draga’ar Teluan, Keepers of the Celia’diraar"

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AY’PUERAN;

The Honourable Mordu’lar, Sylvir Cerusil, Evarir of the Cerusil Talonnii, Councilor in the Principality of Celia’nor

The Honourable Fiyem, Donnie la Croix, Member of the Celia’diraar and the Draga’ar 

The Honourable Parir, Celius Cerusil, Member of the Cerusil Talonnii, Councilor of the Cerusil, Parir of the Teluan Draga’ar

The Honourable FiyemEir Maor, fiyem and member of the Draga’ar Teluin of the Celia’diaar


The Honourable Fiyem Cyradil Alkanri,Fiyem and member of the Draga’ar Teluin of the Celia’diraar

The Honourable Fiyem Galahad Nullivari, Member of the Nullivari Talonii, Member of the Draga’ar of the Celiadiraar

Celius Cerusil smiles at his Talonnii's achievement as he reads the missive.

The Cerusil stretches his arms as he gets a news letter handed to him by one of his musin chef. He quietly reads it before he heads to the palace to inquired more on this matter. "An unexpected development, I must find the Chief of the Venator. Perhaps my years of retirement will come to an end." He commented as he snaps his finger for the small musin chef to hand him a greatsword.

TO HER GRACE CHIEF COMMANDER OF THE VENATOR, Kolvar L. Valwynn-Soulheart

Upon reading your missive, while I am not able and quick in my younger years to give my service to what was once the Celia'diraar. My expertise, wisedom and years of experience from my period as Parir, and a close advisor to many different Mordular. I humbly submit my request to take oath and trial to become a knight under the Venator.
 

The Honourable former Parir, Celius Cerusil, Member of the Cerusil Talonnii, Councilor of the Cerusil

The aging Cerusil felt a sharp pain as he receives news of such, yet he nothing prepared him to see the sight of Sylviria's grave. 

He would be quick to write out a missive to friends and relatives from afar to rally for this tragedy.

1 hour ago, SteppeNomad said:

GLORIOUS did the statue of The Lads and the UNKNOWN SOLDIER of the High Walled Cihi stand! In rememberance when the TRUE CIHIZENS of the sacred cihi protected her foundations!

"Never will the 'ata know our way! For they renounced Larihei and her sacred beacon! The purest pools! May they always dwell far away. Steel elves than silver!"

 

Pamphilos grinned! Often did he find the mali of the star land beyond their border. Often did he tell them the truth!

GLORIOUS!!! did the statue of The Fi'andrian Stars and the UNKNOWN CELIADIRAAR of the High Walled Capital of  Leyu'sil stand! In rememberance when the TRUE CELIA'NORIAN of the sacred Principality expanded their vast realm in Western Almaris! "Never will the Toga elf know our way! For they once lost their city under the Orc, an entities that aren't even Aheral! The strongest Celia'norian steel will bend the soft silver circlet!"

Philip reads the news with a surprised look before neatly folding it as he began to write a message of good will to the new Grand lady "I wish her the very best, I hope I get to speak to her soon,"

The lesser penguin gave a brave cry as it fends off the two intruders from their home before it huddle itself back into its alleyway enjoying his tributary fishes. 
@imkenobi

Celius of the Cerusil Talonii furrow his brows as he picks up the letter from his Manor within the dense street of Leyu'sil. The former Primarch of the Cerusil reads before neatly folding the copied missive. "Celia'norian authority to be that far south within Balian, I doubt the Diraar or the Court of Stars has reasons to be there." He muttered to himself before calling for his House guards and the Ceru'diraar to rally before he sent a letter to the Crown Prince of Fi'andria.

TO HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, THE PRINCE OF FI'ANDRIA , CROWN PRINCE OF CELIA'NOR,

My honoured Crown Prince, the arrival of my Talonii and our support will come shortly, if you wish for further investigation on this matter, I will be more than pleased to do so. It is with amazement to even learn that our people has made the herculean task to go that far south, regardless I look forward to the date of your coronation. The Cerusil Talonii will be with you on any matter.
 

The Honourable Parir, Celius Cerusil, Member of the Cerusil Talonnii, Councilor of the Cerusil

The Invasive Friends of the North

“The pingus are here…”

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Published; upon the 12th of the Grand Harvest, in the year 154 S.A.
 

The Pingu Invasion

In light of a cold winter and snow sweeping over the Celia’norian realm, the vineyard became frozen and the fruits of the fields were left unharvested. A singular Pingu scout from the North of Aevos has reached the northern border and has found the plentiful frozen harvest for its colony. As days turn into weeks and weeks turned into months. Multiples colonies of penguin has proceed to treat itself to the vineyard near the Celia’lin Winery or they have seek good shelter in the Celia’norian capital of Leyu’sil. The berries, the grapes, the wheats and the fishes all sources of harvest for the Celian people during rough winter months are now gobbled up by our flippers friends. It is advised that Celia'norian are to escort them out of the City or take daring measure to fight these tall birds.
 

Towards the good people of Celia’nor,

Our capital is under attack! Our streets are overrun! 

What foes are these? What great enemy has done what no other army has so far?

Trained physicians of Visaj Industries (owned and operated by the successful, handsome, brave, rich, humble, generous, intelligent, witty, charismatic, cultured, well-educated, well-mannered, well-traveled, and handsome Numerian Visaj) have identified these fluffy creatures as the Pingu. Pingu come from the north of Aevos and seem to undertake seasonal migrations in search of fish and frozen fruits for the winter. Fortunately for them, but unfortunately for us, our city is now swarmed by these flocks as dozens migrate into our walls and make their nests! 

A rendition of a Pingu by one of Visaj Industries’ finest artists (Numerian Visaj sure knows how to pick them!)

Please be careful as you go about your daily business throughout the city. Pingu nests can often cause serious structural damage, and young Pingu can often be a tripping hazard for those who are not careful. The authorities are presently searching for a way to deal with this infestation and apologize to the subjects of Celia’nor for any inconveniences that may arise.

ilMaehr’sae Ilkun’ehya

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AY’PUERAN;

His Royal Highness, the Former Prince,  Illarion Ibarellan, Retired Lord Chancellor of Celia’nor

The Honourable Laurir Fer’pueran, Numerian Visaj, Presiding member of the High Council in the Principality of Celia’nor.
 

MC Name: VoxyNoir
RP Name: Philip Tiberian
Persona ID: 79846

Celius's yes brightens as he recalls a time when Celia'nor had close ties with the predecesor state of Adria. He smiles as he returns back to his study room to get drunk again. "Ay'Illyria, may this mark a fruitful start of allies who will fight by each other's sides." 

The Cerusil would proceed to write down this moment in his personal history book with a sip of red wine from the Starlight (Celia'sul) Winery.

The aging Ibarellan reads the missive with a tense look at first before relaxed his body. He would grab his quill and ink as he silently writes down the next chronicle of tales of the Celia'norian people. Yet he hastily left his house as he prepares to find a gift for the new Royarch's coronation in the coming week.
 

TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS ILLYRIA,

What I've witnessed today was nothing short but a dream from the Fi'andrian Stars pulled into the fabric of reality. Yourself and your cousin Hurin has woken up the Celia'norian people from a long slumber, you've restored back their identity and pride. Remember that I am always a hallway away from your office if you wish to refresh yourself with my new baking recipes.
 

May the Stars guide you,

 HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS Illarion Ibarellan, former Chancelor and Prince of Celia'nor

Honestly, Sailor is probably one of the most capable people to lead this project and community. I hope to see her do well with this, and I will be there to support her!

This is insane...

Philip Tiberian read the missive as he warmly smile at his friend from the far East getting recognized for her worth. The Marshal of the Stassion Company writes back to his brother

TO MY MORE SUCCESSFUL BROTHER

Can't believe you guys see me as such thing! I will  remember you for this!

IN NOMINE FLAMAE ALBAE, 

HIS HONOURABLE, Sir Philip Tiberian of Stassion, Officer of the Stassion Company, Knight of Petra

Edited August 11 by Voxy

Milen is honestly a good friend of mine, I still remember when he helped me out as a new player back on a different server. I think there is potential! Plus he does really inspire people to be the best version of themselves! +1

Philip Tiberian smiles as takes out his bow to hunt for some game for the feast.