Hush

PEAKKKK!!! HOLY PEAK! THIS IS INSANE!!!

The deceptively fair folk in question looked down at the missive, which she read from the safety of her home, frowning at the contents as she rested a hand on her hip. "Oh, Lorandil... what have you done?" Celia'dant asked the empty space, still not having fully finished damning him after the first letter he had sent her. Her eyes trailed over the bounty list, going to her cousin's name many, many times before finally deciding to return to her desk and draft some letters and call upon some old friends.

One of my biggest issues after returning from a long hiatus was that literally nothing changed in terms of the bullying aspect and how too-seriously people take things during war times. A lot of times I visit Human cities and for a while I played a figurehead in the South to which many people thought that gave them permission to attack me in the middle of human cities when I was just going around shopping or roleplaying. I'm especially upset that the server makes it so daunting for new players when it comes to making any sort of mark on the city and also makes it so hard for people to get settlements back. I've been part of the Haelun'or community for a while now and we had one of the best builds in the server as our home be stripped from us twice, and the process of getting back even a settlement has been hell. I'm hoping that things aren't necessarily made so easy that there's suddenly a million new settlements, but I do hope that perhaps some action is taken to make things just a little easier.

[[IGN:]] Orchaedia_ Your name: Celia'dant Ana'halrae Would you be willing to financially contribute to such a cause?: Yes Please, write some ideas you have surrounding such an idea: I'd love to just help with city planning or what else I can. Not building but helping to host events Your Signature: ORCHAEDIA

Death of the Engine | Dissolution of a Duchy The finding of such a thing within the city had been a shock. With being the ruler came the keys to passages and hidden rooms, secret caves under the roads, abandoned ruins beneath the city, hidden secrets in the former churches, and access to a massive engine deep inside the walls of the guard room. The giant thing, whatever it was, hummed as if it were alive with energy, magic flowing through it like it was thinking and making memories and plans. It was a monolith of creation, pipes and wires running in and out of the engine’s body, connecting to who knows where to do who knows what purpose. The axe was gripped heavily in their hand, made of wood more ancient than themselves, with a blade that had killed much greater things than this machine. With one single swing, the axe was raised before being brought down and silencing the humming roaring thing, a massive flash of light bursting forward as if it had been the lifeblood before the echo of gates falling and securing to the ground echoed throughout the city, barring it forever from those that would seek it dirtied. The duchess walked through the palace of Anatis as the moon remained in the sky, the walls once echoing with laughter and the mumbles of human business now dormant and silent as they housed the city's final citizen. Gone were the children who once ran through the streets, the guards that would patrol the city, the nobles that once filled the royal court, and the many individuals that made up the city with so many names. Anatis had been lively once. Full of joy and life and happiness. But the betrayal changed much, and scared too many for them to continue to thrive. Celia'dant made her way through the endless hallways before finally stopping to look at the window, the moon beaming down and filling the space she occupied briefly as if it were a sacred space, the border of light keeping her safe from whatever awaited her. She allowed a deep exhale to escape her as she thought of all the work she had not been able to finish. Of all the homes not furnished, of all the festivals not held, all the jousts not celebrated, and the markets left empty. But she knew this was for the best. Betrayal had scarred the land badly. Caused those within to leave or flee to other lands. She should have done the same; she knew so, and yet part of her had almost succeeded in bringing about a new age. The same part of her that she would be leaving behind in the city, so it could rest with its ghosts. "Haelun!" A voice came, the last child of the city, the daughter of the duchess, ran down the hall towards her mother, her sack of belongings in one hand, while the other grabbed her mother's and tugged. "Maln said Uncle is here to help." The girl said as she pulled her mother's hand, her eyes focused on her mother's, a woman who had done so much to make her happy despite the decline of constance in her life in the past few years. And yet Mira'lean knew it was not out of Malice. The two loved each other. And even after everything, they would stand firm. "Is he now?" Celia'dant asked, managing a smile as she looked at her daughter with light golden eyes that saw through the unlit darkness with ease. "Let's go see him then..." They walked together, then, hand in hand, their spares carrying, in one, books kept from old silver libraries and the other fiddling with small golden earrings her people looked down upon. They finally made it to the court, the duchess giving her throne of 6 years a gentle caress across the armrest where she had sat all but once to knight one of her old citizens, a human whom she still considered her greatest friend. The pair walked down the steps and through the grand hall, passing giant portraits of humans, both men and women, who had ruled before her. The gardens were quiet and still asleep, frogs and songbirds hidden away in their mud and nests without fear of being destroyed. All was quiet, all was calm. “And she graces us with her presence, joy! I am unworthy!" Lorandil opened his arms in approach, then lifting his wife and swinging her in a circle, eliciting a laugh from his Mayilun. They had married in this city, a far cry from the silver halls and grand ballroom they had originally planned to join in. "Should you not be displayed amongst your kin? A fallen star, blessed to my sight, but so far from home…" He smiled, unable to hide his mirth as Celia'dant pressed her lips to his cheek for a gentle kiss. "Hush now, none of that." The woman said as she went into the house and to some large crates still being filled. Many of these were stocked full with books, a fine joy of both man and woman. Some held carefully wrapped paintings and others held artifacts and tchotchkes from Celia'dant's life, starting from when she was a newborn babe to now at her full one-hundred-and-three years. "Have Ignotus and Hymnal finished packing yet?" She called only for a loud thud to sound in one of the many floors below, a grunt of pain signaling her that her cousin had likely tripped. "Clearly not." "I'm okay!" A strained voice came as yet another High Elf appeared from the lift to the basement, holding far too many weapons for the pair of men that lived in the lower floors. "Ignotus is working on grabbing his herbs." Celia'dant smiled and moved forward through the house, checking to see what else needed to be packed. In the bathroom she wrapped towels around bottles of perfume and containers of soap while curtains were folded neatly and placed in smaller boxes. In Mira's room, now empty aside from the layout of the room, Celia'dant walked to the back where a second child's bed was. Here, Celia'dant had meticulously planned a room for her second child. Soft yellow blankets and little toys. All for a boy she had planned to have until the war had become too much. Mira walked in and grabbed the last of her books, a knowing look in her eyes as she watched her mother before leaving her to her silence. Upstairs, in the bedroom, Lorandil was busy with packing as well, wrapping up small personal items and storing his jeweler tools in his bag when he heard the creak of the lift and turned to his wife. “I have nearly finished. I left your things be." He said, receiving but a nod as his gorgeous Mayilun walked around and to her side of the bed, picking up her spear, carved from a dark blue wood with a crescent-shaped swefle making up the end like the moon. A short silence followed, betraying that he’d halted in his stride. A glance would have noticed his sunken posture, head bowed to the lift. “I am sorry. What for, I do not know, but I know it is my fault.” No other words were shared. They both knew of her sadness. The grief of failure, the knowledge that future endeavors would not be as forgiving or as in their favor as things once were, it all weighed so heavily she should have been crushed. Long had they suffered, their silver lineage void after the catalyst that was the Silver Massacre in Idunia. Yet they were stronger now, learned and ready for whatever else they may face. Their family would rise however many times it took ‘til peace was theirs at last. As they all finally left, the family of high elves to their new home, the newly risen sun stretched just above the walls of the now empty city. The rays of light stretched through the streets and paths and any windows left open. As the family walked down the road, a single ray seemed to focus on Celia'dant as she took up the back of the small pale caravan, warming her blonde and white curls and the tips of her long ears. It was not harsh, but it was not gentle either, like a guiding hand pushing her forward as if to say her work was over now. When the group was about to round the corner of the road, Celia'dant had stopped, standing still and looking back at the tall orange and white towers with their blue tops, the sun now illuminating her front, light bouncing off as if she were a reflective sheen. She felt a presence behind her and turned to see her cousin standing so near, his expression somber and tired, usually off-white hands slightly pink from the stress of carrying heavy boxes. They shared the silence and waited longer till the sun was above the city. It looked beautiful, reminding her of when she had first arrived in the city, leaving Cerulia to be with her family that always seemed to be one city ahead of her. "You were wonderful, lari’maronn." Hymnal said, smiling as the city almost seemed to glow, remembering the massive tree grown into the foundation of her home there. "They couldn't have asked for better." She had given everything to lead the city. Risked her alliances, lost friends, being threatened and sword point and much more simply because of where she lived and the crimes she had never committed. "I suppose it's best this way." She said, finally turning to walk towards where her husband and daughter were waiting as Hymnal nodded and, in a rare moment of connection, placed his hand on her shoulder. "Rest now, Celia'dant. You've done well.” It is on this day, 11th of Malin's Welcome of 276 that I, Celia’dant Ana’halrae, Duchess of Anatis, officially write into record the dissolution of Anatis in its entirety for the sake of the protection of the citizens. I order all homes to be evacuated, all shops emptied and closed, and all remaining villagers to leave their farms and the vassal in its entirety. Go with grace and be safe, wherever you may end up, in this era of conflict and new experiences. And know that I am thankful to have been the one to wish you well. Respectfully penned, Celia'dant Ana'halrae, Duchess of Anatis, The Pale Lady, White Star of the South, The Last Ruler of the Anatis

Celia'dant would curse as she read the missive, setting it aside before heading to the city's aviary to begin preparation for taking the city's mantle. There was much to do now, and what felt like so little time to do it. "Spirits willing, right when we need a steady hand..."

Celia'dant would read the words of the paper with a frown, sad to see such a grand and impressive Rex stepping down. This would not stop her though, she planned to help her city even without Torosh’Mak's presence. "Live long and joyous, old chief. You've done well."

Good tidings to the Citizenry of the Horde! To celebrate the beginning of the war times, I propose a tournament of strength and speed in Anatis, consisting of Jousting, sword fighting, and hand to hand combat, all of which will be rewarded with grand prizes! Anatis is up and coming in terms of providing merriment to the Horde and also wishes to use this opportunity to invite others to find themselves citizens of the beautiful bastion of peace. The tournament, held just outside of the city, will consist of three events, all of which will end with one victor receiving a grand prize. First will be the joust which will require a horse and a jousting lance, the winner receiving a full set of Deamonsteel Plate. Next will be a sword fighting competition which can be fought with any blade, the winner receiving a brand new Deamonsteel Longsword. And finally will be the hand to hand combat event, the winner receiving some smaller prizes of which includes resources and some unique roleplay items. This event is open to both Urguan and the Horde and any other allies of the Four Brothers. We hope to see you all there to celebrate a new era of victory. Rules : 1. All participants must pay a small fee of 5 mina to join any of the events. All participants can be in all events but a single player is not allowed to win all three events. 2. Jousting and Sword Fighting competitors must bring and supply their own equipment. Horses will be available to be bought but they are limited. 3. Bets are allowed but if you lose money you are expected to pay up. Bets will not be monitored by event planners. We hope to see you there, may your lances seek true and your swords land heavy, Respectfully penned, - Celia'dant Ana'halrae

Such a shame to see you go. It's been an honor getting to work with and roleplay with you and you've been one of the better server members I've seen in a while. Wherever you end up take care and be safe, love you Lomiei

A Call to my Fellow Citizens To the many wonderful citizens of Perduan, now known as Anatis, I write you all from my home in our dear city as the sun rises. I see my fellow candidates and realize it is best that I too write to you all so you may better know me and understand my hopes and plans as a future mayor. I shall begin by saying that I am originally not from these streets and tall towers. Born in the Silver State of Haelun'or before moving here about 6 years ago to be with my husband and daughter, both of which have found themselves, just like I, in love with this city and its citizens. I made many friends and allies in the city, gotten married to my husband Lorandil Sindarin, and even found myself sponsored by Ser Adrian Greye to become a council member, of which I serve happily and with honor. During my time in the seat, I have worked on small events, helped others find housing, and become close to many of you who live in the city as well. And yet I hope that with becoming the mayor I can help this city bloom and find ourselves surrounded by new friends and other citizens who hope, like I, to push Anatis into a new era. Anatis is a city recently plagued by an unjust murder of one Ser Aedric Alaric Grisblood, a recently made, and recently lost friend of mine, as well as a vital individual who was loved by all in the city. His death has impacted the city beyond words, striking grief and mourning into us all, it caused be to look back and realize our city is in dire need of reforms and a proper leader who would not dare to murder such a man in cold blood. I was one of the individuals who witnessed his death, the one to rescue and preserve Aedric's head so the family could reunite it with the body for burial, and among one of the first to comfort and speak to Ser Adrian, who, along with his family, left the city after the injustice. And as council woman, I shall ensure no injustice such as this will ever happen again within the city. My contributions as mayor comes in several parts, but my immediate plan is to create a justice system for the city to ensure that murder and execution of any kind is simply committed without just cause. No parent, partner, or child should have to hear that their loved one was cast from this world as if they had no place in it. A system of Justice is important for any city to thrive, and ensuring that all crimes are treated equally until the accused is proven guilty is vital to keeping citizens feeling safe and happy. As such, punishments for those that kill needlessly will be enacted as well. I next plan to bring order to the housing of the city. A tax reform and new housing developments shall be enacted to ensure our city is filled with a bustle of citizens and that we are not just an empty city of large houses with barely anybody inside of them. Taxes shall be restructured and changed, new homes shall be provided and furnished for those soon to join and live among Anatis, and I shall provide incentives and reasons to join us including the installation of a proper market district and a new town square. Houses that are empty and unused shall go back onto the market for families to move in, city facilities shall be open, and the library space within the palace shall become a dedicated school for all to come and learn. I seek to give others jobs so they may earn a living and provide for themselves and those they love, just as I have been given a job to provide for my family. A reform of the guard shall be implemented as well, with the end goal being to make Anatis the highest seat of knight training throughout Azuras. I promise to do all that I can to turn bright, strong, and courageous men and women into hardened, fearless, and valiant knights with the goal of protecting the lands from criminals, ne'er-do-wells, and all other who seek to cause destruction and chaos and hurt the lives of others. Finally, my most ambitious project is to turn Anatis in a center for all to journey to seeking a rich culture and a thriving city. Events shall be made more often, the market economy shall thrive, and more shall be done with the citizens in mind and not the jurisdiction of the Imperials or any others seeking war in place of peace. While my hopes and dreams may be perhaps far too much for a single individual to handle, I am honored to know that if chosen then I shall be part of a team of some of Anatis's best, all of which I plan to work close with to ensure this city thrives, blooms, and shines as a beacon for all. Anatis, or whatever other name this city shall receive until the end of the realm, is a city I consider of the highest quality among the others. It grants safety, a thriving community, and a wonderful view of Ipanema and the coast. Were I to not be elected, I shall still trust in those that are. For like me they wish nothing but the best for this incredible city. Best of luck to the other candidates, and my most sincere thanks to Ser Duncan and Ser Adrian, and Simon Peter, for their support during my candidacy, Respectfully penned, Celia'dant Ana'halrae

Name: Celia'dant Ana'halrae Address: Lorraine Lane II Seats Desired: Govenor of Anatis, City Mayor

Celia'dant sat in the clinic, having been shoved and accosted a rib thanks to the deviant man in question. Her daughter kept her company in the clinic, and her cousin Celia sat nearby as well, writing the very missive.

Celia'dant would find the missive being sent to her, allowing her bird to land before taking the paper and walking outside to the salty air and bright sun to better read it. "Hm, and so we prevail after all." The elfess said to herself, already planning for one hell of a welcome back party. "Maehr'sae Hiylyn'ehya."

Celia'dant would inspect the announcement with great interest, studying it curiously before heading upstairs to inspect her wardrobe. "Another ball! And an auction? How exciting!" The elfess says before starting to try on dresses.

Haelun'orian Debutante Siraminde has quickly become a home to all who would enjoy the fruits of the Children of Silver. -Maheral Silvos Sythaerin Produced by Celia'dant Ana'halrae Issued: 15th Amber Cold, 257SA Blessed Citizens of the Silver State It is with reverent pride and deep devotion to our blessed maehr’sae hiylun’ehya that I, Celia’dant Ana’halrae, announce the forthcoming Debutante Ball of Haelun’or, to be held beneath the glistening ceiling of the city’s ballroom within the coming elven weeks. This grand occasion shall mark a return to grace, to refinement, and to the celebration of elven purity and intellect. The Debutante Ball serves as both an introduction and a renewal—wherein the youth of Haelun’or, noble in mind and lineage alike, shall take their first steps into the social tapestry of our people. Each debutante, chosen for their adherence to the path of progress and virtue, shall be presented before our Silver Council and the assembled citizenry. Let it be known: this is not a mere festivity of gowns and music, but a sacred reaffirmation of Haelun’or’s ideals. Through elegance, composure, and the pursuit of excellence, we demonstrate that our culture remains unblemished and resolute in its purpose. Outsiders and visitors from beyond our marble walls may attend and observe, though courting and other such things within the Ballroom shall be reserved strictly for the Mali’thill, as is proper and prudent. Let none mistake our courtesy for complacency, for Haelun’or’s gates are open to knowledge, not dilution. Music, dancing, and the finest of refreshments from both local, foreign, and exotic kitchens shall accompany the evening, each detail curated to reflect the sophistication of our kin as well as the celebration of other’s refinery. I extend my deepest gratitude to the Silver Council for their guidance, and I humbly offer this event as a testament to my service and devotion to our people. Guests are kindly asked to arrive dressed in formal wear suitable for an evening of grace and celebration. Whether simple or finely adorned, so long as they show care and respect for the occasion, the Debutante Ball is a chance for us all to shine, not through extravagance, but through elegance, care, and pride in our heritage. Though I am but a novice in these affairs, I hope that my devotion may be evident in each polished glass, each melody chosen, and each smile shared that eve. May this Ball mark not only the debut of our young Mali’thill, but also my own modest introduction into the service of the Silver State, and perhaps, one day, into the role of Okarir’mali, that I might dedicate my every effort to the flourishing of our people. Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya Respectfully penned, Celia’dant Ana’Halrae, Aspirant to the Office of Okarir'Mali

Celia'dant would be more ecstatic to see the missive, remembering the knife she had received just before the leaving for Kalldur, the blade currently being displayed above her desk. "All the way in Alba? That's quite a walk but I'm sure it will be worth the effort." She'd say, already beginning to pack to see her favorite jeweler. "At least I get the chance to finally see outside the cihi."

6 weeks and I might just make my persona 1000 years old when the next map comes

Oh to have another psychical CT...

"A dinner with friends to talk about our intellectual crafts and building bonds..." Farren Orchaedia would smile and begin planning some words for the dinner as she sat as her desk. "What a pleasant thing indeed."

Farren would look around for where to sign up. She needed a job if she wanted to keep her house. "'bout time they finally had something up to my speed."

The sun was falling and the stars would start to appear as the darkness spread over the sky. The moonlight lit up the beach for the two figures to stroll through the cold sand, following the timeless tides. A 'ker and an 'ame that have known each other for some decades, known by her name, Farren Orchaedia, and his, Anessén Ka'uhane. The exhausted and scared 'ame would try his best to hold a warm smile for her, she still was the love of his life, even though the last few days in their paths were not one of togetherness anymore. In these daring times, Anessén chose not to wear his armor but instead his known green robes, the feathers tucked over his hair would sway gently with the caress of the kind wind. The ‘ker, unlike her usual demeanor, was less energetic but still found a way to walk by her love. Her hair all tied up and her clothes being the usual white silk dress which gave off a sort of glow as the moon shone down onto her sad form. As they let their feet slowly step around, they would laugh while enjoying stories they shared. Their gazes wander through the sky or the ocean, every now and then landing on each other. A lovely night for them, a night they have not shared for a long time. Anessén would turn to her "you know…i cant get you out of my head...i try to walk away and yet i find myself with you again...i scream over my lungs and still i want to forgive you…" he will say melodically, almost as if reciting a poem. Stopping while his gaze was now on her and letting his feet dig into the sand. Farren turned to him, her eyes wide as always when her heart felt touched or she was surprised, and this was one of the rare few times it meant both. She reached out and took his hands, bringing them up to her lips to kiss them before looking back at him. Her eyes locked onto his as she spoke. “You have been wounded, beaten, and crushed by so many. You have been pushed to the ground and told to give up but you never did. I love you so much for that.” The ‘ker went up, pulling him to her into a loose hug. Anessén will smirk as her lips pressed over his hand, adding "For some time I lost my path, my reason to keep fighting...but you gave me that Farren. You gave me a home to come back to, children to watch them grow and love to fight for...i love you for being with me always, for being with me when everyone looked at me with disgust…" his arms wrapping around her while he melt into the hug, soon pushing her back so he could see her. "I'm sorry I let our paths divide...I just was going through a rough time…" A soft smile grew on her face. “You were never brought away from our path, merely given an odd road.” All of her pain and sadness left as he held her. All of her guilt and lack of self belief fled as he held her. They were bliss. A couple whose seemingly broken stories ended up in the same, beautiful book. They were the most powerful thing of all. Together. The smirk of the 'ame would grow into a smile as he slides his hands to her cheeks, leaning forward to lay his forehead on hers. His eyes closing while their noses rub together. All his pain and doubt, all his sadness and burden lifted while feeling her touch and listening to her words. “The amount of times I have seen others rush to you saying nothing but hatred and rage is past count. I wouldn’t be able to continue on my own if I received such words every single day.” She looked up to him, her smile at its fullest. “And yet here you are living despite it all.” The ‘ker looked proud. Not of the elf in front of her, but of the elf he had shown her. The one who taught her of the forest and raised children with her. The one who cared and nurtured her as much as she did for him. Farren inhaled taking in the senses and sounds around her. The feeling of his body against her and her feet in the sand. The sound of the water going in and out, the chatting in the city, and the distant noise of the animals in the forest. The smell of his own and the smell of salt. And even the soft glow from her ring, carved to be a mixture of eagle’s feathers and dragon’s scales. All of this as she reached up to kiss him, everything in that moment, that pure moment, made her happy to be alive. Suddenly, the 'ame's ears would flicker just when their lips were about to meet. Leaning back his gaze would dash through the tree line as he gently starts to guide Farren behind him. His jaw tensing and his right hand reaching towards his tomahawk, while guiding her with the left arm. As special as the night was, a figure appeared stalking them. Hidden below the shadows of the trees, the figure would stay unrecognized. But soon the wind would carry the sound of a string being pulled back, followed by the sound of an arrow cutting through the air. Anessén would pull Farren to be behind him as he tosses the tomahawk to the figure. A smirk forming on his face once he hears the yelp after the sound of the blade nailing, the life of the creature ending. But the smirk would soon fade away when he suddenly coughed blood, letting his gaze fall to the feathered end of an arrow, with the arrowhead that was aimed towards Farren, instead pierced into Anessén's chest. Hearing the sound of the arrow, the ‘ker did her best to move away, trying to pull Anessen back with her to no avail. However, once she heard the shriek of pain from the stranger she sighed, yet something felt off as she looked to Anessén. The 'ame would turn for her to see the arrow that was nailed onto his heart. Coughing blood already as he found it hard to keep himself standing. With time, the stain of blood spreaded over his green robes while his skin became pale. His breathing getting shaky and pain would lay on his expression. For a moment, Farren felt as if time had stopped. She saw his smile fade away but thought nothing of it until he started to cough . “Anessén..” The ‘ker took a step forward, gently grabbing his arm and turning him to her, the arrow sticking in the dead center of his chest. “Anessén!” She screamed as she went to him, not sure to leave the arrow in or pull it out knowing it would make his wound worse. As her hands reached his arms, he would fall to his knees. "Ullran…" the 'ame would curse in elvish as he felt the life sliding out of his body with each second "Farren…." he would call her. As calm as he seemed, fear started to storm into his eyes, not being able to stop such emotion as thoughts of their children, of their family and of her flashed through his eyes. Finally, the memories he lost long ago would return to his mind. "Farren…" would repeat as his left hand slided for his fingers to lay around the wound. “Anessén, it’s gonna be okay..I’ll..i’ll..” The ‘ker struggled with what to do, everything she had practiced and remembered seemed to disappear from her head as she tried to help him. “I don’t know what to do...” She looked into his eyes, unlike his which were just beginning to be filled with fear, hers seemed to be filled with terror and panic. Part of her even started to shake as he saw her in true pain from seeing him shot. "Farren...it's ayla, it's...ayla" he will whisper as he pulls his hand out of the wound to lay it on hers. His own blood dripping on her fingers while he holds her. His eyes closing briefly before he looked up to her to meet the panic and terror her gaze carried. "I wish I knew the words to make you feel better, but I don't…." he whispers as he smirks, giving her the same words he shared when they first met in the boat. His movements grow weaker as his expression softens, seeming to be exhausted. She began to break down at his words, two months total she had spent caring for him and nursing him back to health. And now, in his final hours of life he remembers everything of her. Over her life Farren had lost friends, family, children, and now her love to her greatest fear and worst enemy, death. Tears began to roll down her face as she did what she could, trying to hold him up and whispering soft nothings hoping to keep him awake. “Please, Anessén, don’t leave me...” A lump formed in her throat as she paused, her eyes now red from the tears. “I’ve lost Kalon, my mother, and Maglure but I cannot lose you as well.” She sounded desperate. Held by her arms as blood seemed to drip even more. His breaths now almost non-existent as he whispers "Death...is a gift Farren, after all the pain...i embrace this, even though my heart breaks to leave you alone…" He would look up to her and smile weakly "My love for you Farren Orchaedia...is as endless as the ocean and as timeless as the tides...i love you" his eyes would close once more and his grip on her hand felt softer. For once, Farren finally felt powerless. Yet strangely enough, part of her somehow knew of this. Gently, she pulled him to her so she could embrace him, her beating heart against his dying one was faster and more frantic. She lifted her head skywards, looking at the stars as her love faded away. “I don’t know who I would be without you, or where I would be if we hadn't met.” She looked back down and cupped his face, bringing him up so she could kiss him. “But thank you for everything, through the good, the bad and the ugly. I am so happy to call you my Mayilun.” With the caress of the wind and the brush of the water over the cold sand, with the countless stars filling the darkness of the sky. With the warmth of Farren's embrace and her rhythmical heartbeat, Anessén would slightly open his lips as they kissed one last time, giving his last breath while the spark of the life that once burned inside him finally died. His hand sliding out of her touch to fall to a side as he becomes one of the silent and sure sentinels that keep watch in the night. Farren looked past his body and to the water ahead. Everything seemed so odd now. It was all the same yet her love was lying dead in her arms. She knew not of when she would see him again, and she knew not of what she would do after this, but part of her took a deep breath in and began to softly speak. "...They said you were the crooked kind...and that you'd never have no worth...but you were always gold to me" She paused and took another breath. Every word piling up like a weight on her chest. “And back when we had met..we swore we knew the future...and our words would take us half way ‘cross the world..But I never left this town, and we never saw the world and we never crossed the sea..” Everything seemed to pause again. The stars lit up everything around them and the wind brushed against her body, yet now she started to sing. Her voice growing louder yet more private than before. “But I am fine, with where I am now..this home is home and all that I need. But for you this place brings shame…and you can blame me when there’s no one left to blame...oh I won’t mind.” On the final note, her voice cracked, like a piano finally stripped of its chords. A dreadful noise yes, but one that was able to convey so much emotion with just a few simple sounds as she pulled him closer. Stars had always been in Farren’s life. Always overhead and always by her side as she went on to take the day. But never did she think they’d be with her the most as Anessén left this world. In a way free, but still she knew his journey didn’t end here, not even close. But that didn’t change things as her breath returned to a normal pace and her eyes finally stopped crying, knowing Anessén was now up within the stars watching and guarding her, ready to guide her through her path. Now the figures were laying over the cold sand, listening to the ocean’s rhyme and feeling the wind caress. The stars over their heads seem to shine brighter and the moon for once, illuminating all that it could reach. The ‘ame came to this world, lived in this world and left this world always by the ocean… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqc2uOunPdA

[[OOC]] Username: Orchaedia_ Discord: Desho_#9652 [[RP]] Full Name: Farren Orchaedia Race: Mali'ker (Dark Elf) Age: 69 Why do you wish to join?: To aid the people and protect the city of Elveness from falling, to protect my son Elenion from danger, and to honor my family both dead and alive. Are you a citizen of Elvenesse?: Yes

To many, Arcas was a world like any other. A world filled with power-hungry Humans, barbaric Orcs, and magical Elves. But to me, it was more than a world, it was my home. And yes, there was fighting, I lost many who were close to me be they family or friends. I made many mistakes and hurt so many people. I even found myself close to death several times. But despite all of this hatred and chaos, my story has yet to end. To start off simply I will tell you who I am as well as the so ons and so forths. My name was Aphellion Pádraig, a dark elf born into Helena and later raised almost half a world away in a forest known as Siramenor. The princedom of Elveness and home to the Mali’ame of Arcas. I arrived in this forest when I was 23, still young enough for any elf to call me a child. I told those who listened how I came of this glade and word spread till everyone in the village knew of my story. For starters, I told them how I was forced to flee the monolithic city in order to escape my father. A money-hungry man whose soul wished for nothing more than power and friends in high places. This was how I came to know the royal family. Not personally, for obvious reasons, but at least came to know the more in depth history. My father eventually bought my mother and added her to his collection of exotic items before I was born. A pure Mali’ker with somehow a full human father and a dark elven mother. Later on, when I was around eight years old my mother took me to visit her kin in the mountains. A people known as the Orchanii. Normal folk who studied and worshiped the many stars in the sky. My mother managed to teach me most everything of this practice which is the same reason I have kept my good looks and sharp wits. This is also the reason I knew so much when I traveled under the cover of night where the stars became my wayfinder and led me across the lands. Finally, once I was a young teen with the new title of “disowned” and having enough of my father’s abuse, I said goodbye to my mother and fled before my father could cause any more harm to me. And so I entered the real world with a fresh start and a new title. And not even a week later I pulled my first heist. You see, part of being a dark elf means that you’re more likely to make friends with the more misunderstood characters of the world. My group for example included me, two cave dwarves, an orc warrior who had earned herself the name "Knife Breaker", and a very quick halfling. And together we formed the most unlikely of friendships and I gave myself the new name, Farren Orchaedia. In less than a year; we had stolen a whole fort’s supply of weapons, raided a hermit’s camp, destroyed a bridge, and finally settled with burning down a library. In short, a good ass run for a fantastic 10 months. And finally, I decided I wanted to settle down somewhere which is when I went to Siramenor. By this point I was 26 as said before and began to work in the paper trade, cutting down reeds and turning them into books for others to sell making me the richest in the village. But then I decided to go for something bigger which is when I met my husband, or rather, ex-husband. Methas, like me, was a dark elf known for being the world's worst player of cards and one of the most disturbed men I’ve ever met. Together, we moved into Sutica, moved over to Haelun’or, and got engaged. It was bliss till we had our first son, Kalon. Named after one of the many star gods, he was a beautiful dark elf with white fluffy hair, piercing blue eyes, and a tiny little birthmark making his freckles look like stars. However, little to my knowledge, Methas had other plans in mind for the two of us. I woke up in the middle of the night to Methas about to plunge a knife into my chest, I fought back, obviously, and fell to the ground. He must’ve thought I was out because he started to leave. But right before I could get up, he murdered my son and left into the night. Kalon was only three days old when he was murdered. I set him off to sea in a proper oceanic funeral and made my way to Elveness. War had come and it was time for me to fight. The war had been caused by a group of demons known as the Inferni, fire casters corrupted by their magick and rage. I wasn't at all part of the navy yet my fellow brethren and I boarded a massive ship with beautiful red sails and a flag with the Elveness white stag, a sign of hope for our comrades and a sign of fear for all others. And so we were off, sailing for the west side of Korvassa to meet what might just be our end. About halfway there, we were attacked on the starboard side by a barrage of giant insects and large metal cannonballs covered in hot tar and fire. Somehow, we all managed to survive and escape to our destination. And when we docked we met a much worse enemy. A giant tan ogre with a head full of horns shoved into his skull like a sadist’s crown. His weapon of choice, a club forged from the mast of a ship we had lost the earlier week. Our high prince, Fëanor, was the first to fall, getting hit directly in the chest as he charged towards the beast. The rest to me gets fuzzy from there. The next was Sevrel, a Mali’ker I considered my brother who took a hit to his arm but continued to somehow fight. Then was Laetranis, one of the clan chieftains, then Elros, and finally an elf I believed to be Aesilnoth. All seemed lost until my friend whose name I’ve forgotten and I was struck by lightning. And from this emerged where my friend was a tall empyrean figure with giant sets of wings keeping him from touching the ground and a massive staff which took the place of his sword. He had turned into an Aengul, a holy being sent from the gods themselves to end this seemingly unwinnable fight. But I too had been struck, my skin felt like it was burning. My face and ears felt as if they were going to explode. Even my limbs felt this. I looked down and instead of the dreaded scars from the lightning that many feared, I had beautiful pale blotches and some colors of blues and purples all across my body. I had spared in a way by the gods who wished to see no more die. The Aengul told us to follow him and so we did. Passing over rotting bodies, bones, and even a few graves of people from ages past. We saw many different and disturbing things, said goodbye to many people we all loved like family, and finally went back home. But the gods were not done yet. We had been told to go to our homes and pack up, it was time to say goodbye. And so as quickly as I could I grabbed as many drinks as possible, the few actual belongings I wished to keep, my weapons, and made my way for the boats. The waters were not kind to us that day. The waves crashed onto the boat almost trying to stop us from leaving. I almost burned my hands through trying to keep the ropes from flying away and hitting everybody off. And finally, we were off. Sailing across the sea to a new world. And on the way, I met a very special person. A Mali’ame a little taller than me with beautiful dark eyes, chestnut skin, and a beard. He told his name was Anessen, he was from the Tahorran clan and together we quickly became friends. And not even a year later I suddenly found myself nursing him back to health after he lost his memory. And little past that, as he got better, we ended up starting a family with our sons Elenion, Maglure, and our daughter Asteria. I am now in my late 60’s and serve as a Sentinel for Elveness. Sevrel and I have started planning a new city for the Mali’ker and together as we work day and night to build our new city. My story still has yet to see a happy ending, I have recently learned that my real father is somewhere out in the world and my mother has just died of old age. Along the way, I’ve ended up meeting dragons, somehow honoring my family, adopting an Eagle, having children, somehow having to take care of my own skygod, and even find myself enjoying the fast side of life. I am still a young Mali’ker and have another 900 years until I possibly leave this world but who knows. I still sometimes hope that my husband would open up again and that my son hadn't died. I even find myself missing Methas every now and then, yet still, I'm happy where I am despite the endless battles I must face both alone and against others. 11th of the Seed, 16, Second Age Farren Orchaedia [!] Below would be a artist's rendition of Farren in her iconic veridian dress {{{Art is by Oz.ias on instagram}}}

Farren stood tall as she read the message. Anger building up enough in her body that the blonde patches of skin against her dark grey body turned a deep hated red. "This city will burn, the silver skin has no right to call my homeland such. They will all die in the end due to whatever sorry excuse they have left for honor." The Mali'ker would spit at the ground below the message before walking off, her rage growing to great for the silver folk to handle.