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"I Love the Silver City," exclaimed Chef Miravaris.

A certain elfess, normally known for her gentle and kind nature, suddenly received news of the details of Vallein's murder. While she was reading the missive, her expression shifted drastically from one of calm composure to one of hatred. Her long, pointed ears, which usually perked up with interest, now drooped down in sorrow and anger. "Impurity, theft, and murder of Larihei's flock are now too common among the traitors. But he supported them, tried to achieve peace, and so that's how they rewarded him..." She pondered over the missive for a while, unable to understand how one could be so monstrous. After making several notes, she enter the Silver Citadel, concluding "She is simply an ullral. That is beyond redemption."

Idendril Elassidil offered a nod of acknowledgment to the missive, a wave of nostalgia sweeping over her for a moment. "Llyria, Aldemar, Starland..." she muttered these words with a rather tired tone. "How many more obviously hateful projects have to pass before there is peace in Elvendom? It seems as if Valyris, like her predecessors, enjoys being associated with the forces of evil." A new day dawned, and a cool breeze rolled through Haelun'or, beckoning the mali'thill to devote themselves to the Cause. "Last Thought to Haelun'or - Ito Haelun'or Iyath'ante."

"Oh how the puny fall?" mused a certain pure high elf. "And it took them decades to see that, living in a nation founded by a bandit, a book thief, and an ata'fenn. I can only hope that they will realize that one can never be a 'thill without adhering to Larihei's teachings. Will probably take a few decades as well."

In her office, Idendril Elassidil sat filling out some paperwork when the news reached her: "Mar'ayla - peace in our time. Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya." With these words she resumed her work. Somewhere in the kitchen of the Haelunorian tavern, the Chef Miravaris was preparing sweets and brewing tea for the returning Luthien.

A certain dwarf starts counting coins.

Somewhere from the depths of the Eternal Library, a devoted mali'thill utters the words of his predecessors, dedicating himself to their ancient cause. "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. Maehr’sae hiylun’ehya!"

From the office of elOkarir’nor Haelun'or-Goldhand Trade Agreement 21th of the Grand Harvest, 118 SA Both parties, The Silver State of Haelun’or and The Goldhand Clan agreed to sign a trade agreement under the following terms: I. The Silver State of Haelun’or and The Goldhand Clan have concurred to provide aid to one another in the domain of commerce, with the aim of pursuing a shared goal of mutual prosperity. II. Traders of The Goldhand Clan may be able to obtain a stall in the Silver City going through the same process as regular citizens. III. Traders of The Silver State of Haelun’or may be able to negotiate the sale of their goods through the trading facilities of The Goldhand Clan. IV. Traders of The Goldhand Clan may pass through the gate security of The Silver State of Haelun’or without additional vetting if they are able to prove their affiliation. V. This treaty shall last until either party calls upon its dissolution via a diplomatic meeting. Sohaer ito Haelun’or, Luthien Maeyr’onn Okarir’nor, Idendril Elassidil Thalgrim Goldhand Eivorsson, Clan Lord of the Goldhands, Beloved of Armakak. Rylanor Goldhand Clan Lord of the Goldhands Aegis of Grimdugan Lord of Avarice

Eivor Goldhand sat at his desk, his brow furrowed in concentration as he read over the missive announcing the trial of the Ireheart who had maimed his son. "For Justice." the dwarf nodded to himself with grim satisfaction as he folded the missive and set it aside.

"Seems there is no place for Larihei..." a high elf deduced. "In the whole missive dedicated to the culture of the self-proclaimed princedom of mali'aheral, there is not a single mention of the Lady of Silver."

From the office of elOkarir’nor VICTORY OF SILVER 20th of Snow’s Maiden, 117 SA “Rejoice my children - for we look evermore to the future, vigorously defending our Silver Revolution! Our Blessed State forever intertwines itself in growth and construction for there is never an end to progress.” Former Sohaer Kolvar Uradir It is with great pleasure that elOkarn’nor announces the cancellation of taxes in Haelun’or, effective immediately. It is a clear indication that our society has made significant progress, and it is a step towards the betterment of our Cihi’thilln. For years, we have worked tirelessly to build a society that provides a better standard of living for all our citizens. Significant progress has been made in the fields of education, healthcare, and technology, among others. As we move forward, the cancellation of taxes will provide a much-needed boost to our society. We recognize the burden that taxes can place on citizens, and we want to ensure that our citizens can thrive without any financial strain. With the cancellation of taxes, we hope to promote a more equitable society, where every citizen can benefit from the progress we have made. However, we must emphasize that the cancellation of taxes does not mean that we can let our guard down. We must continue to work hard and contribute towards the betterment of our society. The progress we have made so far has been a result of the collective efforts of all our citizens, and we must continue to work together to build a better society. In this regard, we urge all citizens to contribute to the State’s charity. By donating to our charity programs, citizens can not only contribute to the well-being of their fellow citizens but also earn valuable social credit. The social credit system is a recognition of citizens' contributions to society. By contributing to charity, citizens earn valuable social credit points that can be redeemed for a variety of benefits. The system implemented in times of the Sohaership of Kolvar Uradir shall be reintroduced. Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya Ito Iyat'ante Haelun’or Idendril Elassidil

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THE BALLOT ((MC Name: Widukind782)) Name: Liewyn Miravaris Vote 1: Luthien Mayer'onn Vote 2: Luthien Mayer'onn

The former okarir'mali of Haelun'or sends letters of support with wishes to perspective candidates!

"Blessed is the will of Malauriran!" - a bird with the letter of support flew to the Silver City, bearing the signature of Idendril Elassidil.

"Larihei, when will the violence end, - innocent people of Elysium, attacked by the terrorist rabble," hummed Liewyn, making a sip of mint tea "Right after we drove them out of Silver City... Could it be the same terrorists? Who knows.."

"What a racist statement!" - uttered a certain high elf, holding a missive in his hand. He laid it on the table, with an exhale: "A waste of paper that can only attract unwashed barbarians. A disgrace to the Malikind, truly," he concluded, beginning to brew some mint tea in the teapot.

"Words of an Uthir worth nothing. Death to the tyrant!" exclaimed young Liewyn.

“Rise - rise - rise… …maehr’sae hiylun’ehya will unleash our full potential.”

((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."