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[[ImStuckInHell]] Rune of Ahad 50's Vote 1: Alaion Miravaris Vote 1: Alaion Miravaris

"Why do they complain?," Mused a thill in contemplation.. "Never has there been a public vote for Maheral. Any valid arguments they have, are easily undermined when they know not the customs, and history, of elCihi'thilln." Though promptly after talking to herself, she rattled off a; "ay'Maheral."

"How do these letters keep finding me?!" Cried out a distressed Mali'thill, re-inforcing her: 'No Soliciting Sign' with a further few nails - and a lot more red paint.

The Viradiraar took a moment to ponder this question, before she began in answer. "Ti, and a valid inquiry that is. My time in elCihi'thilln has been quite short; I will admit that. Yet I have done much in this period... During the few years in my return to elCihi'thilln, though disregarding the years I lived within our beloved Haelun'or prior, I believe myself to have served well and true - with the little power I have. You have no doubt seen the recent construction ot the Alchemic lab by the bastion of elCihi, I aided much in the creation and building of that. In tandem with the help of a fellow Mali'thill. I too have taken to teaching knowledge of the Alchemical to fellow adherents of Larihei, and have begun guiding Orinmon Viradiraar down the path of purity. During the times elCihi has been without a medical practitioner around, which has been quite often, I have aided in many the plight of many the 'thill." The woman of silvers lips did grow a slight smile. Furthering on in speech "I commend you in your question, so I will ask one in return: You spoke of a previous term in elSillumiran, acting as a Medical Corporal. Why was it that you left. The regression of Hiylun have been one I've watched quite closely. Would it have not been beneficial to elCihi to continue to help in the training of medics - as, when I look around elCihi I see very few." It was with that, she fell silent. Offering a nod of the head, for Kolvar to answer.

A servant to elCihi'thilln frowned from beyond the grave.

A mali'thill, built of medium size, approached the podium herself. Dressed simply, with a pristine white coat draped across her shoulders, the Physician offered her opponent a cordial smile. The simple greeting, "Karin'ayla, anointed children of silver, proud mali'thill, and the lessers who call elCihi'thilln home." loosed her lip, and she began to talk. "I am Rune of Ahad, of elTalonnii Viradiraar. Though my arrival to elCihi has only been in recent memory - I have seen great disparity between our core beliefs. Maeh'rsae hiylun'ehya, where there has been progress of great renown within these Silver Walls, the matter of Hiylun has been blatantly disregarded." The silvered woman's features bore little response, lips perpetually thinned between words. "I have been practising as a Physician and master Alchemist for a multitude of decades now, and have come to dedicate the use of my craft in benefitting elCihi. Much of my time has been spent in the construction of an alchemists lab, for all mali'thill to use. Too, have I spent countless hours ensuring elhiylun of both lesser, and 'thilln citizens. Having tended to many a patient in the absence of any clinician staff. I have taught many dedicents of Larihei my crafts, both in the nature of the Material alphabet, and first aid and wish to further my teachings unto the willing of elCihi. It is no more I wish to see empty clinics, no more do I want to see a low bar for educational standard, and no more do I wish to see our comrades suffer." With those words, the elfess fell silent.

The Doctrines of Hiylun Second of the Deep Cold, Year 66 of the Second Age "Never again can I gaze upon the beauty spots of Almaris and enjoy them as being the finest thing I have ever seen. elCihi'thilnn is above them all.” AsLarihei rose from her golden pools, and spoke the words of civilisation and prosperity unto the newly born ‘thill, it was decreed that her oem’iian would live by the words of Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya. Since that day, Haelun’or has lived by this concept. As the years have passed, and many a Sohaer has taken leadership of elCihi'thillnan, this Doctrine has remained a pillar of the state. Yet, in the modern era, the latter of our motto now waivers. We continue to progress, without regard for the evolution of Hiylun. Whereas essays of science and politics are fruitful, the Clinic has been strewn to the wayside. It is therefore that I, Rune of Ahad, nominate myself as a candidate for Okarir’Hiylun to bring a Silver Age to our revered and beloved Hiylun. For the last four decades of my life; I have served as a Physician, Alchemist, and adherent to the Sunlit Lord. It is with these skills I see myself fit for such a position, and as an enabler to enact the plans I have for our collective Hiylun. My plans and ideations are simple, yet ones befitting of elCihi’thilln. At elevation to the position of elOkarir’hiylun, it is my wish to bring prosperity to the concept of the clinic. Long I have seen this building empty and without those adequate to staff it. The first step will not be to further our knowledge as is, but to create the basis for prosperity. I wish to create a certification system for all eligible Mali’thill to enroll in. Those who partake in the course, and graduate, will be capable of properly working in the Clinic - as well as creating a baseline system as to what we as Mali’thill deem ‘medically trained’. I else wise aim to create the following: A stable supply of medical supplies. Adequate laboratories for Alchemists, as well as a subject of the Clinician staff dedicated to my fellows of the craft. In tow with standardized medical certification, basic first-aid courses will be offered as easy-to-take courses.

"Interesting!" A Paladin noted, "The ecosystem of elCihi'thilln is truly remarkable."

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Tor'Lur considers starting a restaurant.

i like your funny words, magic man

make elves a CA with a redline against ftbing

i dont know much about voidal, but would an incredibly buff man write bad lore? no. (i did enjoy reading it though, v nice) +1

thats so cool and epic

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slorbin has been making really good takes of late i rate +1

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Name of the Artifact: Ectoplasm Cake :) Is this a combat related Artifact? If marked as “no”, it will not be usable in combat situations: Yes, strictly combative actually. MC Name of the person(s) currently in possession of the Artifact: ImStuckInHell RP Name of the person(s) currently in possession of the Artifact: Me MC Name of the creator(s) of the Artifact (N/A if not applicable, e.g. for event items): imSTuckInHell RP Name of the creator(s) of the Artifact (N/A if not applicable): me i literally just said that MC Item description (the exact description that will be used for the MC item if this MArt is accepted): MC Item description (the exact description that will be used for the MC item if this MArt is accepted): Effect(s) of the Artifact: The ectoplasm cake is a cake imbued with ectoplasm, it's incredibly spooky. It is also the best cake ever. Red Lines of the Artifact: cake with ectoplasm A non mystic will die instantly if they eat it(Admin inforced-PK) It tastes good :) Explanation of the effect(s) (i.e. how it does what it does - slight bending of magic lore is allowed): i dont really want to. thanks. Number of duplicates of this Artifact: 1 Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the whereabouts and ownership of this Artifact by using the Magic List Errors?: no Have you applied for this Artifact before, and had it denied? If so, link the app: no, thats not your business.

Last Breath The moonlight rising from the ocean flooded into the otherwise darkened room. Within, a small critter behind a desk sat. Graying fur shimmering in the dull light. “Do open the curtains for Butter,” The aged mouse called weakly, a soft cough escaping its maw. Another of its ilk, brown furred, doing so hastily. “The sheep too, will be getting cold. Are they inside? Butter worries for their health.” “War thinks Butter should be worrying about Butters own health.” Simply, the small companion uttered. Placing a paw upon the Veterans shoulder. “Drink Butters tea, old-folk. It will get cold. Writing can wait, no?” The elderly musin simply offered a smile, before devolving into a series of coughs. As the fit came to an end, Butter stood now. A laborious feat, the soft cane aided in the elder to the bed just adjacent from the desk. “Butter will finish Butters writing in the morning; there are some important things to be said.” With the struggle of age, Butter looked towards its son. “Of course,” Assured War, as he did each night. “Now let sleep find Butter, War will tend to the sheep.” When dawn came, and the frigid cold had not been chased away by a fire, War knew what was inside. The small home was quiet, the sheep not yet tended to, and the paper undisturbed. Soon, those unfinished letters were sent out unto the world. Neatly penned in the Musin’s hand... To The Silver State: It has been many years since Butter last served elCihi’thilln, what feels like decades now. In Butters youthful, childish, confusion - Perhaps our relationship soured. Forever, Butter will believe in true Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya, and Butter wishes elCihi’thilln the best of luck in accomplishing that. Ay’Larihei, the once Tilruir’Tir, Butter. Orinmon Viradiraar @_ZONTY_ Orinmon, Butter shall always regard you as a good friend. One day, perhaps we should reconcile. Butter has been living a good life since retirement, each day Butter is weaker than the last. The damage of the Uruk has never left Butter, breathing now ails Butter. Yet, it shall not kill Butter. Yours truly and fellow soldier, Butter. Laerdya @Venomous_Pup Laerdya, you are the last hope for Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya. Do not let the false idolatry, and blinded believers fool you. Be strong, and lead the Mali’Thill to a greatness previously thought unobtainable. A follower, Butter. Arún Dharas Ebonheart @TojoTime Arún, Butter will forever regard you as a good friend. No matter how ominous you are. Butter is in Butters final years of life, the likelihood of seeing each-other again is slim. Butter wishes you luck in your life, and that you live happily. Your friend, Butter. Llewellyn Amlugol @ItsMrCannibal Llwellyn, the years tick by; and no sight of you has been found. Butter fears for your health, but in the chance this letter is seen, Butter hopes you are well. It was a pleasure serving with you in elSillumir, and will forever be engraved in Butters memory. Your comrade, Butter. War @MaltaMoss War, Butter has, and will always, consider you Butter's son. Never did Butter marry, nor bare Butters own children; but you have cared for me much more than any child of Buttters could. Butter hopes to see the day of Musin unification, but please be careful out there. The world is cruel. A proud Father, Butter. Butter SA 14 - SA 59, Aged 45 May the soul rest in eternal peace, and the body undisturbed.

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