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Calling All Thespians!!

An Announcement of Open Auditions

Upon the night of the Dovetail Masquerade, Elheial’thilln is putting on a production of a new play, written by Okarir’maehr, Illyara, Valarieth, in order to realize this theatre production, we are seeking Mali’thill who believe they have what it takes to bring these fictional characters to life on stage. 

Auditions will take place across two elven days, in front of a small panel of casting directors. To be eligible for any of the roles, you must be available the night of the masquerade as well as the night before for dress rehearsals, at the very least. Attending more practices is preferable, and necessary for leading roles.

Fret not lliran with stage fright! Along with actors and actresses, the production will require crew members for set and costume design, so ‘thill of all artistic talents and levels of confidence are encouraged to participate.

[[OOC: Friday, March 5th, and Saturday, March 6th, beginning at 9pm GMT/ 4pm EST]]

Signed,

~Elokarir’mali, Lleinde Tillun’sae

~Elokarir'maehr, Illyara Valarieth

[!] An open letter could be found scattered on message boards across the realm. Below the ornate red sigil, in neat script, the following message was written [!]

"Dear Cherished Brethren,

     On a recent expedition into the city of Elvenesse, where I intended to conduct a field study on foreign culture, I came across some terribly concerning information. 
It would seem the citizenry of the Princedom of Elvenesse is terribly penurious! It would seem these elves are so stricken by poverty that they lack the funds for basic clothing. An unnerving two thirds of the people observed were not adequately clothed, a percentage increasing to five sevenths when disregarding the amply outfitted Valah present. 

     I found one poor flaxen-haired elfess who did not have enough robes to cover, to even the bare minimum of modesty, her legs, leaving her frame frigid and weakened.
One elf had only but a pair of trousers, unable to afford even a shirt or shoes, his skin marred more by tattoos than covered by actual cloth, a clear oversight by the leadership of Elvenesse, that scarring ink is more accessible to its people than basic fabric to cover themselves.
A disconcerting four Mali, women and men alike, had only a sash to cover their torso, leaving much of their chests and arms exposed.

     In all my years of study, never before have I laid eyes on such poverty, Mali deprived of the basic necessities for comfort, it brought me to tears, grief pricking at the edges of my eyes as well as my newly broken hart. I implore any and all needing Mali to travel to Elcihi’thilln, the home of the elves, where refuge from this malicious negligance, an afront to moral decency itself, will be offered. 

asul lente karinto, evarae ito lye'leh ito Larihei'leh anuh'wyan 

The sincerest of condolences,
Malii’lari Llum'saere"

Nomination for Okarir’maehr

A Nomination of Self

11th of the Grand Harvest, 8 S.A

Amongst the shinning streets of Elcihi’thilln, a young elfess would tentatively stride towards the entrance of Karinah’siol, platinum locks cascading down from the constraints of a satin ribbon flowing behind her as she quickened her pace, scrolls cradled beneath her arm. Upon her arrival pinning a piece of parchment on bulletin board, taking a moment to neaten the missive amongst the litter of similar notices, taking a step back to survey the position of her newly published letter, which read the following:

“Dear Silver Citizens,

             Most of you are now aware of the resignation of the now former, now former, Okarir’maehr Aierra Sullas. When the announcement was made in the upper levels of the Eternal Library, just as her lesson in Mali’san came to a finish, Miss Sullas recommended I, Illyara Valarieth, pursue the position, as she would soon be stepping down. Saying this, I would like to take this opportunity to officially nominate myself for the position of Okarir’maehr. Her confidence in my ability will forever speak higher than any lavish flattery, and I do not wish to take this praise sitting down but instead stepping forward, in the name of progress. I am but a servant to maehr’sae hiylun’ehya, and with experience of running the Eternal College and understanding of the intricate inner working of running the library, I hope it’s fair to claim myself qualified to run for the position of Okarir’maehr. I wish to serve Elcihi’thilln, I wish to serve maehr’sae hiylun’eyha, and if the people of Karinah’siol elect me, I intend to do just that.

Yours respectively,

Illyara Valarieth”

elcihi'thilln'onn maehr chulae or'okar

chil'ii Lariher'leh chuleyae o'iyath o'nealu'ehya

ay'maehr'sae hiylun'ehya

THE BALLOT

((MC name: nerddyy))

Name: Illyara Valarieth

Vote for Okarir'hiylun: 

( ) Seth Calith

(XX) Valyris Wynasul

THE BALLOT

((MC name: nerddyy))

Name: Illyara Valarieth

Vote for Okarir'tir: 

(XX) Kiljarys an Iarwaïn

( ) Finnadh Uradir

( ) Kolvar Trafina

The oldest remaining Applebottom creaks open the door of her bustling burrow, the toll of the day weighing heavy on her withered features. With a soft hum her hazy blue eyes trail and find lodging to a small pamphlet at her feet, slowly but surely the elderly woman would bend over, picking up the folded parchment, holding it at arms length, peering down to properly see the font. Diligently Meemaw would flip through the pages, pausing to press the pad of her bony digits to her tongue every time she needed to turn a page. As she read the final words, a single tear would fall down her drooping face, a new glow, a mild spark from her dwindling youth would shine as she looked up to the sky with a bittersweet smile "Oi'll meet ye in those golden foields 'un day Roy.. fer now Oi gotta take care of our lil' macintosh and rhubarb... Et's w'at Catherine and Cecille woul' o' wanted." With a patchwork exhale, she'd tuck the pamphlet into the waist of her apron, turning to head back to the chores that come with raising two lively halfling young'un. The Applebottom would clutch her bossom as a vulnerable exhale broke through her cranky facade "Wait for meh Roy... Oi ain't dun 'ere yet..."

"Me t'inks some'un got t'eir bloomers en eh twest when our good Lord Knox declared t'em eh false prophet..." Meemaw Applebottom would wabble away, shaking her head disapprovingly.

Gift Slip
Username: nerddyy
Name: Meemaw Applebottom

The Ballot:

((MC Name: nerddyy))

Name: 'Meemaw' Applebottom

Vote Iris Peregrin for Mayor?

Yea (x) Nay ()

Vote for Sheriff:

Theodore Mowood ()

Alfie Greenholm ()

Meemaw Applebottom (x)

The Valarieth’s eyes flicker as she reads over the title, a small amused exhale escaping her lips as she began to read through its contents. As her eyes weaved through the text, any trace of amusement would turn itself over for bemusement, as she continued. Upon reaching the end, she’d echo the phrase “The Maheral simply is” in a dull tone, sighing slightly at the blatant hypocrisy. Illyara went to archive the message in her desk when the long list of signatures caught her eye. Her arm would snap back to her now worried visage, the ‘thill inspecting the list more closely, the joints in her hands whitening as she gripped the parchment. The faint annoyance that dominated her expression moments before fled quickly, her mouth lay agape in sheer astonishment “It seems incompetence has taken hold of our citizenry, a ignorant pestilence that will surely rot..” she’d fold the paper, letting it fall to her side, leaving it to be tidied at a later date “Pity... if it brings them such dismay to be called a mob, surely they would’ve learned to stop acting like one.”

Although it took Meadow a significantly long time to read through the announcement, when she finally reached the end she cheered in excitement!...at least she cheered after a few seconds pause it took to digest the words. “Mah alwois sait ‘e wus t’a smort ‘ne, eh? Loike j’am en jair’s, mah bruthers go’ breen en heis heed, tha’ ‘e do!” the Proudfoot would stand proudly on her feet as she continued “Oi reckon’ Oi outta’ heelp mah bruther weth t’is, loike mah alwois sait, graiss es t’a earf’s ‘air!” she’d finish, pumping her first with a determined expression.. yet this countenance was soon lost as her train of thought took off as a stowaway on a freight train. The little girl would then wander off, looking for her twin no doubt, humming something about jam along the way.

THE ETERNAL COLLEGE

THE INAUGURAL FESTIVAL OF 1761

As published 13th of Malin’s Welcome, 1761

WITH THE LONG AWAITED INAUGURATION OF THE ETERNAL COLLEGE— We, the Mali’thill of Haelun’or welcome thee, prosperous and hopeful alumni to witness the grand celebration, as we henceforth encourage and manifest maehr’sae hiylun’ehya truthfully upon the ever-evolving Bastion Of Knowledge. The Eternal College’s commemorations will develop dusk-to-dawn for an incredible duration of three (3) days. 

COME ONE, COME ALL— We await the presence of not ONLY the Mali’thill and Mali’aheral that reside within the walls of this blessed Silver State, BUT also allied Nations and their citizens as we exceptionally raise our gates to those whom wish to witness such grandiose efforts towards progress, knowledge, purity and health. 

WE URGE YOU STAY AND EXPLORE EACH DAY— Throughout the duration of the festival, the campus grounds will be available to explore. Various stalls are set-up within the building and surrounding areas where festival-goers can intermingle with the College professors at their leisure, while they await the formal TRIAL LESSONS, which will be held bi-daily in the college's amphitheater.

DAY ONE
[ 27TH OF MARCH @ 4 PM EST / 8 PM GMT ]

We welcome thee to the Eternal College with an introductory tour— a stroll through the facilities provided to the Bastion of Knowledge. Accompanied by Sohaer Sulraell and Guidance Counsellor Adeline— before this, beverages provided by the Haelun’or Tavern.

DAY TWO
[ 28TH OF MARCH @ 4 PM EST / 8 PM GMT ]

We offer visitors of the Silver State an exclusive presentation of selected lectures, organized and driven by esteemed Nealuir. These will offer an insightful experience of what becoming part of the Eternal College entails— a promise of progress and knowledge.

DAY THREE
[ 29TH OF MARCH @ 4 PM EST / 8 PM GMT ]

We, Mali’thill and otherwise, conclude this grand inaugural-festival with a multitude of activities and a marvelous display of the very essence that encompasses the Citadel and its citizenry. Marailer and Guidance Counselor, Adeline will be leading the Illumiran Order in an extravagant and interactive opportunity to understand the Voidal abyss.

Once we have completed all activities scheduled, we proceed to the Citadel where the Silver Council offers an abundant banquet to all visitors— varying cuisine and meals prepared in the State’s most-advanced kitchens presented to all visitors, Mali’thill or otherwise.
 

We eagerly await your presence.
Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya. 

Sincerely, 
 

Guidance Counsellor, Adeline
Sohaer, Sulraell

Hey! It me, the nerdiest of penguins,

I just wanted to start off by saying I have really bad anxiety a long with some other health problems (this is relevant I promise) and when I started on Lotc I was pretty skeptical, being overwhelmed by the large player base and seemingly unreachable higher ups. Way back when I was a new player (honestly it's not actually that long maybe half a year) I went to the cloud temple greenhouse cause fLoWeRs and noticed some of the flowers were missing due to world editing in snow. Now, as some of my friends can tell you I was freaking out both in pms and vc because I was all like “Gosh I really need this flower but I don’t want to bother anyone” and was somewhat prepared to just give up on my flower escapades. Mid-panic attack (yes I have panic-attacks about mineman flowers) my waifu for laifu pm-ed me and was like “Hey- you should ask LotsofMuffins, she’s really nice!” I mustered up the courage and pm-ed her bracing myself in case I was annoying her, but she was super nice and made me feel a lot better. She tp-ed to me and I calmed down almost instantly, and felt pretty silly for freaking out in the first place. She was super attentive, making sure she fixed the problem in whole, making sure she didn’t miss any flowers. It seems like a very small gesture, but at the time, it was a huge relief, and I sincerely appreciate it to this day. The whole experience made me feel a lot more comfortable, in both talking to higher-ups and just feeling more safe in the Lotc community in general. Since, I’ve made a lot of friends, including LotsOfMuffins, and honestly, aside from being an amazing admin, she’s a super cool person too. All her characters are super fun to rp with, and she’s so fun in voice chats. Whether it’s starting a girl scout troop that's definitely not a cult, or cosplaying Aerendyl as Emeline together, she’s a super amazing player and friend, and I will definitely miss her during her hiatus. Despite this, I definitely think she deserves a break where she can enjoy other games, listening to Toss a Coin to your Witcher on repeat (it’s a bop forever). I hope everyone sends her love because it’s what she deserves❤️

Anyways, love you Muffins, 

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