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Illarion gave a soft chuckle as he read the missive before neatly folding it into his iron belt. "This doesn't seem too bad, perhaps it is worth a try to visit there" He'd glance back at both his Mal'onn and his Royal advisor to see if they fancy to have a visit there. "We have to give this a try"@Eryane @JuliusAakerlund

Congrats Rilath! Great to hear this and I wish you the best Alex!

The Second Malin’or Election The 9th of The Ambercold, 85 SA ~ Preamble ~ The Princes of Malin’or gathered in Celia’nor, the matter of succession at hand. The Orator read out the last wishes of High Prince Vytrek Tundrak, then from the agreement of Malin’or. “As written in the declaration of our unity, if the High Prince is to abdicate or become incapable of leading, then each reigning Prince or Princess of the constituent principalities is granted one vote with which to elect a new leader. Let us begin then, with the first round of voting in which any Mali may be voted for.” ~ The Election ~ In the first round of voting one name was put forth that was not of the Princes, Vyllaenen Daemyr. The votes of each Prince were collected, and tallied as the following. Illarion Ibarellan, Prince of Celia’nor: Vyllaenen Daemyr Kosher Daesmon, Prince of Amaethea: Vyllaenen Daemyr Neseth Loa’chil, Prince of Nor’Asath: Vyllaenen Daemyr “Given the unanimous decision, there is no need to move to the second round of voting. Vyllaenen Daemyr is hereby named the High Prince of Malin’or.” Illarion Ibarellan, Chancellor of Celia’nor and the Silver Princedom, Commander of the Celiadiraar and of the High Elves Kosher Daesmon, Prince Royarch of Amaethea, Hand of Justice, Golden Tiger of the West Kosher Daesmon Netseth Loa’chil, Prince of Nor’asath and of the Dark Elves

It was fun knowing you cherry. Even if we didn't speak much, those call we had. They are still memorable to me, take care man!!

Illarion smiles upon reading this treaty as he gently puts down his cup of Coffee. "Quite a turn of event. Another victory us Celian and Malinorian. It's a pity that history wasn't so kind to our Silver cousin, perhaps they should've joined us." He'd smile before trying to steal Ivarielle's cookies.

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Make it pvp default, ez But some of these new rules just makes me want to avoid conflict related to crp as whole.

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Upon threading onto this news as he'd give out a soft chuckle. "For the Silver State to be encapsulated in a cold permafrost. How fitting it is for how they act." He'd stared out of his window as he basked himself into the warm afternoon sun within his home before sipping his cup of tea. Yet, he felt slightly saddened that the land he once called home will soon become a frozen wasteland, perhaps it was for the best that the Silver State ends this way. "Ne, they've brought this upon themselves. Celia'nor is now my true home." He'd muttered those words to himself.

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The Celian councillor smiles as he reads the new missive of elven unity as he drinks his cup of herbal tea. "Seems like the future us Celian will be one of prosperity and strength for the coming elven years"

Mythaldir smiles at the missive as he awaits for a brighter future of the Silver States.

The Unsung Voice of the Death: A Tale of Sorrow & Bitterness 起源|Origins: Within the ancestral land of Oyashima, the barbarity and horrors that come with war was a common sight during the Unification Period (1315-1443). Sequentially, many men were levied to fight for their lord within lands far from their spiritual hometown. Back then, it was considered a bad omen to not give these corpses a proper burial or return them back to their family. Therefore families or warlords would hire monks to guide the body back to their hometown. 神話|Myth: It was from this very belief that a warlord who had no patience for the burial of his men, yet still fearful of heaven, tried to find a quick way out of it. Through a stroke of faith, the impatient warlord was contacted by a blindfolded monk who offered to return the corpses back to their family. But in return, the warlord and his men must look away from their dead comrade during the monk’s ritual. While the warlord and his men agreed to these terms, they couldn’t hold back their urges to peak at this strange procedure . At first glance, they saw the deceased body of their brother to be chained up. Yet right afterward, the monk rings his bell twice as the deceased body soon comes back to life. Soon each one of those lifeless corpses were crawling towards the monk as if they were following him. Shocked from what they were seeing, the warlord’s men would greet these reanimated corpses as if they were still alive.Unbeknownst to those soldiers, these corpses weren’t no longer the comrade they knew. It wouldn’t take long for the blindfolded monk to notice the presence of the warlord’s men. Unable to conduct his ceremony and ritual in peace, the monk quickly lost control of these reanimated corpses. One by one, those corpses would begin to mutilate the warlord's men to death or turn them into a Kyonshi like themselves . By the end of the night, there were no survivors left but the monk himself. For failing his mission and for misusing the blessing he got from the heavens. The monk was cursed to become an immortal goblin, while being forced to wander around forests to forests warning travelers of these menaces. 京州|Kyō-shū: These ghoul looking beings are the result of soldiers who have died far from their hometown. Unable to rest within a foreign land or cursed with a strong sense of bitterness, their soul would refuse to leave their body. This would result in the formation of a Kyonshi, either by a monk or through their own volition. It is often believed that if a Kyonshi roams the realm of the living for a long period of time, their original appearance would deteriorate into a demon. By that stage, only a monk with a divine blessing can eradicate it from the living realm.

"This is certainly the right step foward." Mythaldir nods as he reads the missive.

Saigō smiles at the thought of eating proper food after braving days upon days with just a ration of rice pickled food. For now, the man must rest as a long journey awaits him within the land they've landed. Yet, his mind wasn't at rest from seeing foreign men who showed them new food and strange custom such as "Handshaking".

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Mythaldir reads the missive with a smile as he supported this. "Sounds like a good choice to me."

Thank you so much for this video! This subject does need to be talked about.

I somewhat agree with this idea, but to allow freebuild completely would ruined the maps and its natural beauty. Instead a select few should make an application to be allow to freebuild, but I believe something like that is already in place. But if not, those who has experience and skills in building will be the one who should freebuild, not everyone here is skilled at it.