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[!] A missive would be pinned up all over Elvenesse and on the roads on the way to the City, penned in scarlett ink To the citizens and future citizens of the City of Caras y Tennallar or to whomever it may concern, Are you interested in fighting alongside your brethren? Are you interested in protecting the Hinterlands, and the nation of Elves? Then a position in the Elvenesse military may be for you! The guardsmen of Elvenesse pride themselves on honor, loyalty, and courage. They are responsible for protecting the nation, and the citizens that call Elvenesse home. Ambitious warriors and courageous mali are all welcome and encouraged to join! Seek out Mavis Vuln’miruel for more information on how to join.

Aislinn Brylynn nearly spit out her morning tea as she read over her copy of the Silver Scandal. “Goodness,” the ‘aheral muttered, “So much scandal, is ne one safe?”

Mavis Vuln’miruel read over the missive while having her morning tea. With a smile she showed the letter to Elliphas, “Exciting, looks like we’ll have to bust out some more dance moves very soon,”

A Fox's Coming of Age [!] Birds would be sent all over Almaris, with special birds being extended to the Vuln’miruel family, the Taliame’onn Family, Mélawen Taliame’onn and Kosher, Lord Elliphas, Eugeo de Astraea of Elysium, High Prince and Princess Evar’tir and Medli Oranor, Prince Amaesil and Ayliana, and the Sylvaeri family. (AND VALLEIN VULN’MIRUEL) To whom it may concern, I would like to invite you all to my coming of age celebration scheduled to take place at the end of this coming year (Sunday, March 27th at 6PM EST). For Elves, while we mature at the same age as humans do, we are not considered fully adult culturally until we reach the age of fifty. This years end I shall come of age, and I would like to invite all of Almaris to witness. So long as everyone comes with peace, they shall be welcome into the city of Elvendom. I look forward to seeing you all. Sincerely, Mavis Vuln’miruel the Honest, She-Fox of the Family Vuln’miruel

Mavis reads over the missive, sipping on a cup of tea. A small smile comes over her face as she finishes it, “Ti, may they never underestimate you. I hope this fosters a new beginning,” she sighed, before folding the missive up neatly and placing it in her desk drawer

Thimble, a little patchwork colored musin who had known Basil when she was small, smiled. She had passed sometime before him and was happy to see her friend once again. Wherever musin ended up she’d be sure to greet him with an energetic “Hello, hello friend Basil!”

El’Lenniel il’Taynuel An Elven Masquerade [!] A letter would be sent out to all of the kingdoms and cities of Almaris. In emerald green and bright gold ink is written: The season of spring is upon the people of Almaris, and should be a cause for celebration! The flowers are in bloom, birds are singing, and the chill of winter is finally disappearing at long last. This Sunday, the Crown of Elvendom will be hosting a masquerade in the town square, in honor of the beginning of spring. Each invite is asked to don the mask of their choice, and to come in their best outfits! Events will Include: A CRP tournament to first blood, → First prize is a skin made by: _mady07 A Mask Competition → First prize is a skin made by: alex2271 There will be plenty of Music and dancing! All with no ill intent are invited to come participate in the festivities! **partners optional, but highly encouraged!**

Mavis rushes over to her father with a sigh, “Maln,” she begins rummaging around in her satchel, “You forgot to take your medication, you’re hearing the voices again,” With that, Mavis shook her head like one of those retirement home nurses.

Mavis smiled as she read over the letter, folding it neatly before placing it into her desk drawer. The elfess looked out her window at the snow that seemed to always be there. “I will probably have to get something to wear,” she sighed, “Perhaps I should contact my step-haelun.”

Mavis read the missive, a neutral expression donning her face. After a moment of thinking she finally said to herself, “Perhaps they’d like to come to Elvendom. Would be nice to have some druidic tomes and such for the druids and aspiring druids who reside here.” And with that, the Vuln’miurel began to draft a letter

Mavis Vuln’miruel reads over the missive at her desk humming thoughtfully, “Wonderful work as usual- feels like I am truly there,” Mavis nodded. As her eyes happened upon her father’s title she snorts a bit, “of course he threatened death- couldn’t have said it better myself,” The Prince-Heir’s daughter folds up the missive then, tucking it into her satchel for later reading

Mavis sniffled as she was escorted out of the vale, for being friends with the wonk man out of all things. “He was a strange little creature, very slippery,” Mavis said to herself, “but a friend of mar’haelun’s is a friend of mine. His antics will be missed.” As Mavis arrives home, she tells her grandmother Sonna about all that took place. How Elmer had seen Mavis and thought that they had looked alike, and how Elmer made Mavis hold his hand as he approached the gates of the Vale. How strange that a little frog creature would cause all this trouble. Though from the way the frog had spoken about her grandmother, she knew that he must have been important to her. So Mavis told the story nonetheless.

Mavis Vuln’miruel would read over the missive under her favorite tree in Elvendom. With a small smile, the elfess remarked to herself, “….nice.”

old man! (jk sorry) my question is what keeps bringing you back?