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((Minecraft Name: Widukind782)) Name: Idendril Elassidil Age: 160 Vote 1: Alaion Miravaris Vote 2: Alaion Miravaris

"Larihei'ito naean'leh, ay'Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya, ay'Haelun'or!" exclaimed the young elf.

Somewhere beyond the Silver Bastion, the former Sohaer of Haelun'or Idendril Elassidil received the news of the imminent election, and of the first candidate "At last, after so many years of expectation, I shall have a successor. Truly, good tidings come from elCihi. For peace and prosperity of our kin. Ay'Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya, ay'Sohaer Maheral'ehya." She then hurried to retrieve her favorite book by Alaion Miravaris from her bag, making sure the signature of the missive was authentic.

"Blessed is the will of elHeial'malauriran!" Liewyn proclaimed "Ay'Maheral, ay'Haelun'or!"

Comrade, believe: joy's star will leap Upon our sight, a radiant token; Haelun'or will rouse from her long sleep; And where autocracy lies, broken, Our names shall yet be graven deep.

"Morgue, Head Mortician, Burials.." a certain elf put aside the paper of the missive, suitable only for kindling, closed his eyes, and sighed heavily "Do they even realize that they are not in Fenn? Haelun'or has different traditions. Civilized traditions."

“Rise to the challenge, Children of Silver, rid the realm of the dark and evil. Only then may we find peaceful procurement of progress and health!" quoted Liewyn with a cheerful smile.

"Attempt of an Uthir to legitimize her rule and spread more lies about the innocent denizens of Haelun'or attacked in their own city," muttered Liewyn, sipping tea in the basement of one of the houses outside the city walls "If she wished to know the will of elHeial'malauriran, she would not run away from a public debate. Her only instrument is the sword, and it brings neither legitimacy nor public support. Death to the tyrants," the young elf concluded.

The last Sohaer of the Silver State, barbarically murdered by Fennic warriors backing the bandit princess's claim to the Republic of Haelunor, was recalling in her final days the guidance of the okarir'tir Miravaris. The relentless dedication to the pursuit of progress and prosperity of the Larihei 's kin had inspired many of his students. For many years now, the blood of the 'thill is shed by the invaders, seeking to force the denizens of Haelun'or to abandon their culture, tradition, and kind. As they did during the pillage of Karinah'siol, the same individuals now roam the streets in search of their next victims. The Uthirates and the Princedoms are incompatible with the concept of Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya, with the Motherland of the High Elves. No sword can make a man ruler of mali'thill, and so, as the legacy of Izalith, the legacy of the Uthirs will be rejected by the children of Larihei. In one of the offices of the Silver Citadel beneath the portrait of the former Sohaer Alaion Miravaris was an inscription: Larihei, kae'len cruan sulier, ay'kae vallumer'ehya Elihnsil, Elberr, kina'ehya, laean kae wynne myumiereyae ay'nae'leh sirame k' taliiyhe, ay'elcihil k' cruare il'iylkarim, mirueln thill'ehya ito kae'leh.

Somewhere in the depths of the Eternal Library, in a half-lit hall, stood a pedestal with a scroll from Asulon. On the paper, now yellowed with time, was still clearly visible the phrase: "Haelun'or is where practioners of elMaehr'sae Hiylun'ehya are." Yet another day comes, and the breeze that sweeps through elCihi echoes, "Ito Iyat'ante Haelun'or." OOC (sadly):

The sound of the Silver City echoes the impermanence of all things; The color of flowers reveals the truth that to flourish is to fall. The proud do not endure, like a passing dream on a night in spring; The mighty fall at last, to be no more than dust before the wind.

"Ito Iyat'ante Haelun'or" uttered the elfess before secluding herself in a chamber in the Silver Citadel.

Would be a great addition to the magic lore. +1

After a long and arduous conversation in the house of Ni’leya Talonnii okarir’mali Idendril Elassidil decided to take a walk around the city. Behind the Silver Walls, one could not hear the roar of war tearing the continent apart or the cries of the victims of its endless conflicts. The noise of the Silver City was different. As she passed the Elibar'acal family home, she saw through the window the familiar faces of the high elves discussing the latest news over a cup of tea. They wondered where Sohaer Ni'leya had gone, for they used to see him every day coming out of his house, striding towards the square, with a lively, upbeat expression on his face. They did not yet know what had happened to their Sohaer. Idendril turned her somber gaze away from the window of the house as she carried on her way. She mused to herself: “And yet elSohaer is right. Our Motherland needs help more than ever. To get back on the path of elMaehr'sae Hiylun'ehya, to return to the ancient traditions, still requires a lot of effort. And a lot has already been achieved through the tireless efforts of Braxus... As one of the first mali'thill to accept the call of Haelun’or, I am proud to say that my contribution to our common cause has also borne the fruits of progress.” From the height of the Upper District, an excellent view of the bustling city opened up. In the distance, close to the city gates, reformed by the Sohaer Ni'leya, elSillumiran had set up a formation, planning to set out on another expedition. Opposite the Weeping Blades could be seen the inn, parts of which were still adorned with the decorations from the recent grand celebration of the nation's anniversary. Inside sat two high elves, engrossed in a game of chess, while behind the bar, a young dark elf was brewing some tea. Idendril's gaze drifted towards the Market District, hoping to find a place of solitude. But there, too, were elves strolling between the newly opened shops, and away from them, a group of mages gathered, discussing plans for future research. She muttered aloud: "Everywhere there is a trace of his achievements, of his work..." she turned towards the Eternal Library, continuing on her way in search of encouragement. The Eternal Library was immersed in the same, traditional, eternal silence. Idendril walked between the rows of bookcases, her gaze moving from one book to another. Then a sudden glance caught sight of the elf, local librarian, clearly busy sorting books. The elfess decided not to disturb him, walking silently past. Amidst the rows of recently written books, she spotted a familiar work by Braxus Ni'leya. Opening it, she stopped her eyes at the line, regarding the gifts of the Golden Pools and the most important gift, that was the altering of the soul - enshrined in all ‘thill, - The Silver Soul. Suddenly, in that already familiar phrase, Idendril found awareness of her own need - She had found freedom. Setting the book down in its place, she headed towards the Citadel with an accelerated stride. Hastily ascending the pure-white steps, she reached the door of the Council Chamber. Pulling the handle on the door, she stepped inside. Surprisingly the councilors were assembled, it was clear by the look on their faces that the news had already been revealed to them, though each had a different reaction. At the Council meeting, Idendril advocated the position that Haelun'or needs to continue the reforms proposed by Braxus Ni'leya. In the course of the debate, during the first election for the Sohaer title in a long time, Idendril won the majority. She concluded, "Together, elHeial'thilln will finish the work of our llir, the former Sohaer of Haelun'or, and restore the traditions of the Silver City, extending the privilege of Blessed Citizenry, the privilege of representation to elMali’thill.” Stepping out of the Citadel, Sohaer Elassidil took a deep breath. A lot was to be done, but based on the foundation of the work of Sohaer Ni'leya, true son of Larihei, everything seemed possible. A fresh breeze rolled through the Blessed Republic of Haelun'or.

[!] From the depths of the Eternal Library, two studies were copied for those residents of Haelun’or who wished to learn about the nature of snow elves and the threat coming from these creatures. Parasite of the Mind: A Theory on Snow Elven Origination ~Asthil Haumel, Annilir of the Beru'cinhir of Lin'ame The emergence of the mentally deranged snow elves, or "Mali'fenn" as they have named themselves, has been a subject of my thought for some time now. It is claimed by some of them that their kin were simply always in hiding or had forgotten their ancestry, but there have never been any historical records mentioning Mali'fenn or any similar snow-dwelling elven populations. Immigration from distant and unknown lands is also unlikely, since the snow elves seem to possess intimate knowledge of the history of our own lands. In my deliberations, I have been forced to propose that there is only one way for such a divergent and societally abstracted race of Mali could have emerged: a parasite of the mind. The nature of the parasite eludes me: perhaps it is physical, as in this dramatic illustration. Or perhaps it is magical, or spiritual, or pathological as a disease or virus. Regardless of its status in reality, the effects of it can be seen clearly. Sometime in the course of Anthosian history, a group of elves encountered the parasite, and became the first generation of hosts. Forced into action by the disease within them, the infected elves sought out other hosts and infected them as well. With an initial population now existing, the memories and personalities of the mind-enslaved mali were devoured, replaced by implanted memories and coerced ideals. In this, the sudden appearance of the snow elves is well-explained: once they were ordinary elves, but have now been repurposed to a sinister cause: to follow the will of the virus and to spread it to as many potential elven hosts as possible. Indeed, on numerous occassions the 'Princedom of Fenn' has sent missives out across the Fringe, calling upon the elven race to converge to them in the name of prosperity and unification. It is thought that notably few answered this call, but who is to say that some of our missing beloved did not seek them out and became the slaves of the social parasite? From this theory, the political affiliations of the snow elves are also well-explained. Their vehement hatred of Haelun'or and its associated elven settlements stems from a simple biological imperative: competition. The Silver City is the last remaining elven power aside from the snow elven movement: if they are to be destroyed, then there shall be none left to oppose the mali'fenn as being 'the' elven home. Moreover, the infamous words that 'Grand Prince' Tundrak gave to none other than Oren's own Emperor's face can also be explained as the parasite working with limited information. Likely it would have gleaned knowledge of the unfortunate conflict between elvenkind and humankind in Anthos from the minds of its infected. In their deranged minds, the parasite would then conclude that Oren is a force that shall continue to destroy potential host-bodies, and so they must be stopped so that the mental infection may flourish. Furthermore, the incomprehensible relations that the snow elves have established with Alras and the dwarven nation of Urguan can also be interpreted in this light. It is well-known that there does exist a large population of elves that live within Alras: those of many, sometimes unsavory, character. Voracious in appetite for more host-bodies, the snow elves settled near Alras in order to have access to their prey, which otherwise remains safely locked away within Haelun'or. Relations with the dwarves who lived beneath the Alrasians became convenient, and perhaps that explains why an elven population began worshipping a dwarven deity. The culture was adapted to entice the dwarves into alliance, and they unknowingly were blinded by it. After the Alrasians began to resist and repel disturbances in their city lead by snow elves, the parasite decided that it must claim the elves of Alras by force. Thereafter, war was declared, and the world looked in awed fascination as the deranged snow elves proceeded to insult the Emperor of Oren and then beg for forgiveness afterwards. The ways in which this theory fits so well to the known events instills within me a great dread. For not only are the snow elves simply yet another group of elves who descended into insanity, but they bring with them a slavery of the mind that they actively desire to spread to others. Indeed, I have seen with my own eyes an elf who became infected and began to act and speak disturbingly, before he left and was adapted into snow elven society. The danger of this cannot be expressed enough: the very sanity and cognitive independence of the elven race is at stake here. The snow elves should not be treated as an amusement, or with apathy. Guard yourselves from their touch, mali. For they are contagious. BEWARE, MALI’AHERAL! ~Nerithil Valarieth, former Okarir’maehr Reject the normalisation of the Mali’fenn disease which has plagued the descendants since their sudden appearance just mere centuries ago! To attempt to understand the rationale behind the actions of those that call themselves ‘Mali’fenn’, is a pointless and arduous task, one which any ‘thill with sense will avoid entertaining. Their ways are driven only by primal instinct, for they are not truly capable of much coherent thought. The physical appearance of an ‘atafenn is both grotesque and pitiful, for it is proven that, of the mali, they hold the least regard towards any sense of elegance. Shown by their avoidance of selective breeding, leading to a horrid amalgamation of a race with no real identity or worth. The spawn of such creatures is a foul sight to behold, only the ice-cold blooded ‘atafenn would subject a child to a life of such misery and deformity. A typical Mali’fenn child But rejoice Mali’thill for we still stand far above the Maliata’fenn, whose every thought and action is tainted by their willingness to let an absurdity of emotions guide them. We, the Blessed Citizens of Haelun’or, will not so easily succumb to such irrationality through our steadfast willpower, given unto us by our strict adherence to maehr’sae hiylun’ehya, which is clearly beyond the comprehension of the simple minded ‘ata. Below is a rare image of the philistine Faux-Prince Aelthir Tundrak II. The children of Haelun’or will have already been instructed to distribute copies amongst the Citizenry so all will know the horrors that lie within the Fennic lands. Faux-Prince Aelthir Tundrak II But fear not, my fellow Mali’thill, for under the protection of our brave Sillumiran, the putrid cretins that threaten the sanity of the realm shall be repelled. Individually they pose no threat to any mature ‘thill, since they barely have the cognitive ability to stand straight. However, as a collective they can threaten to overwhelm anyone caught in their narrow line of sight. It is not known if the ata’fenn operate within a hive mind, however their consistently baffling behaviour has led many of our esteemed academics to believe that they definitely act in some sort of basic unison with one another. Regardless, it is the policy of the Silver Council to ensure the health of the nation remains untainted by such nefarious beings. While we, the enlightened few, can live in bliss atop our plateau, we must not forget the darkness that dwells in distant lands and instead strive to protect any lost children of Larihei from falling victim to the horde of travesties that lies within Fenn.

Balanced, interesting addition. Definitely would help to utilize some underrated transfiguration spells and make the lore more coherent and logical. Great read.

A cool breeze rolls through Haelun'or.

"Ay'Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya, Ay'Haelun'or, Ay'Elervathar!" - exclaimed the elfess.

"Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya"

The Eternal Library Published as of the 3rd of the Grand Harvest, 50 S.A. “And so, lliran - we cannot sit idly by as a pure Mali’thill falls ill. Elmaehr’sae hiylun’ehya invites - ne, it demands - for us to pursue research.” Former-Sohaer Alaion Miravaris Following the resignation of previous okarir’maehr Tiuthwyn Harriel, the work of the Eternal Library of Elcihi’thilln was suspended. But progress should not stand still! In this regard, it is announced that the Eternal Library resumes its operation and invites citizens of Haelun'or and those who wish to pursue Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya. The rules one must meet to gain access to the knowledge we store within the Silver walls shall be updated. A Tome meeting the quota of: – Any non-fiction subject or philosophy, merely excluding personal stories. – A minimum of 9 Full pages of text. – An original copy, Not a copy of the original nor a copy of a copy. – The Claimant is the original Author. – Written in proper, intelligible grammar. Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya Tilruir’maehr, Idendril Elassidil [OOC: This is the Eternal Library’s discord channel https://discord.gg/kdmCrYa7Ey This is where one can request door access, post their forum books and have them seen, make book requests]