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[This post is meant to be a direct letter from one character to another while one player is away from the server. Follow along for curiosity's sake, but no information enclosed is intended to be accessible through RP by any other.] ** A letter enclosed and sealed with a wax owl seal was sent out to Illynora Sylvaeri in hopes it might reach her. ** Written upon the 3rd of Malin’s Welcome, 285 S.A. "Go where you want. Die where you must.” · · ───── · ✦ · ───── · · · · ───── · ✦ · ───── · · To Illynora Sylvaeri of Serinwë’s Hand, While you do not yet know me, I am Arien Íreth of the Mallos, daughter of Círion and Adanel. I was born of the Almenodrim upon a grey isle far between the lands of Aevos and Azuras. We knew it as Tol Craban, and the quiet settlement founded by my progenitors is known to us as Caras Hart. It came about as a trio of wayward ships fleeing Aevos came upon the landmass mid-transit. I was born too late to have experienced the ruin they could not forget. It’s only been in recent years that I’ve arrived on the mainland of Azuras. I’ve found it to be full of beauty yet full of noise. The weight of many different peoples living and dying upon the same ground is heavy. It took no effort and little will of my own to be swept by the Thalassa’s tide into the deep waters of this world. Fortunately, I have come to travel with another of the Almenodrim. His name is Úrion and he is my age, or near enough, new to these lands as well. It was both through him, and my cousin Aer’dir, that I was able to meet Fëanor. On the paths we walk in life, I shared with him my desire to mend and heal as my mother had. While I learned basic medicine growing up, Fëanor implored that I seek you or Medli within Illivira. He spoke with a warmth for all that you know. I would wish to learn anything you may be willing to impart. Even beyond healing, I lack the wisdom of those which came before. I am still youthful in years, and have much to learn on this journey. But, I have crossed the seas alone, and have not turned back. If you will write to me, I will greatly appreciate that kindness forevermore. If it is not to be, then I would still thank you for the chance to pen this letter. I will still be one who seeks, striving to find peace and offer aid in this world. With Peace and Starlight, · · ───── · ✦ · ───── · · Arien Íreth Mallos, Daughter of Círion and Adanel, Wayward of the Almenodrim

An elf of little understanding on Azuras mused aloud while reading the notice. "Boy, I love fishing!"

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · · "Fair shall the end be, though long and hard shall be the road.” · · ───── · ✦ · ───── · · · · ───── · ✦ · ───── · · The path turned and made its way back towards the now High Kingdom of Idunia. It was the very same in succession to the one he had served as they raised tents to hamlet to lordship and then kingdom. All within a land of Barrows from a time long past. No longer did he come as a lord carrying his House’s banner, but merely as a knight with little left to call his own. The kingdom’s first Tar, a once great friend and mentor, had long since abdicated his throne and died. That which had stood beside him against horrors from the Underdark had become only a memory. The second Tar had come and gone as did more in the line of heirs. Every knight and citizen he had once called brother or sister were now but memories too. With what little he had left, he came with no expectations or requests which might harken back to his prior service. Instead, he asked only to serve the kingdom once more. In the place of a House he once built and halls he once lorded over, he found kinship in an unsuspecting place. The House of the Mithrenion, who gave him a place worth serving. It was within the noble House of the Mithrenion that he gave his blade and heart and ultimately his life. They did not ask why he chose service to them. They only asked if he would stand with them. · · ───── · ✦ · ───── · · The final battle found him late within the night. The Lordship of Angrenost rang out with the toll of a bell which called for aid. In the duty with which he had not only sworn to, but his very soul demanded of him, he answered. In four centuries of life, he had not known purpose as much as he had upon this path. To raise his blade in the honour of his patron, the Aengul Malchediael. To bleed beside the very essence of that which he lived to protect within the battle of Light and Dark. The enemy which marched upon the gates came with a young hostage, no more than fifteen years of age. In many ways, it was consequence which he fought, not the eidolic dregs from which Mysticism had wrought. It was the shape of every choice he had ever made, given teeth to bite with and hunger which drove it. He fought. Of course he fought. But a century is a long time to carry a sword without a home to lay it down in. · · ───── · ✦ · ───── · · “Are you certain?” The words echoed and coiled past the window sill of his consciousness. He heard her voice, perhaps. Or was it his? Or maybe it was the cacophony of all those he had burnt in memorial during his life. It was asking the question he had asked himself a thousand times on the road. “This path ends only one way.” Whoever it was that tried to speak to him, he knew he had told them true. “I want this. I want this purpose for all my life.” Yet now he was laying in the mud, broken and bleeding from wounds that would have killed any other man. As his eyes struggled to focus on the Pale Lord that towered over him, he began to wonder if purpose and solitude had truly been the same word, spoken in different places. Was he faithless? Too wayward? An apology stuck like a rock in his throat. Not to the enemy, but to the garden. The garden which they had once planted so many decades ago. It was one of family and progress. The kingdom he helped build from nothing. Somewhere beneath the depths of his steelish-blue eyes that garden still bloomed. Perfect. Green. Untouched by the century of rot he had walked through alone. While the world before him burned with consequence, he sifted through the ashes. Though it was not another chance he sought. In his heart, he knew he was far too old for that lie. Desperate, the man clawed for the very thing which led to such misery. The first misstep on his journey. Whatever choice that traded their garden for this cruel and lonely road. If he could find it, he could name it. And if he could name it, he could finally stop carrying it. · · ───── · ✦ · ───── · · A blade tore through his arm. He spun as the cudgel careened into his shoulder, dropping him to the ground while the scene around him swam. In an instant, three things happened all at the same time. First, his weary soul pleaded only for the end. Though not one in death, but stillness. Yearning for the quiet after a long and hard road. Second, every version of himself he had once been in the past suddenly converged on this single moment. The young teen who fell before the September Prince. The young man who sought the scholar’s life of his mother in a return to his homeland. The terrified mage who stared into the form of a Shade Father. The naive who looked upon the path of the Xannic Paladins, turned away by one who cared so much that he not end up in this forever war. The assassin who held the life of his homeland’s leader within his grasp. The fledgling knight. The lord who gave all of it away. The Hedgeknight who wandered too far for too long. All of them stared through his eyes at this blasphemous Black Templar and spoke in a haunting unison: “This is where we always meant to arrive.” The third and final part which utterly broke him was the feeling of its weight upon him. It was not the enemy’s, but the garden’s. Every hand he had ever shook, every banner which he carried, every brother who had died in his arms, and every friend who had laughed at his terrible jokes were no longer here. No, they had been dead for decades. And yet- Their eyes. He felt them. A final glance. And his heart began its old, familiar swell. · · ───── · ✦ · ───── · · With little fanfare, he invoked it. He was no fool who clawed desperate and afraid. No, he called to his patron and his domain like a man lighting one last candle in an empty chapel. Second Chance. The wisps of his patron’s radiant flame did not blaze from him. It breathed a slow and deliberate pulse. His wounds began to stitch themselves closed as the fatigue of battle washed itself away. And so, he rose. And what stood before the enemy for the first time was no mere Hedgeknight. Nor was it a relic of some lonely elf who had outlived his world. Instead, this Pale Lord would see the man who had helped build that very kingdom he dared sully. The man who had stood in the cold and dark barrows when no throne, nor crown, nor certainty gave any assurance. All that he had was the promise that tomorrow would be better than today. For one final time, his House’s warhammer drew back with its enwreathed radiant flame. In but a moment, the eidola before him crumbled. There was no beauty or heroism in that final blow. Nothing personal was between this foul abomination of a Templar and himself. When it was all said and done, he stood over the crumbling remains as his patron’s flame began to ebb and diminish. For in that moment, his body was whole again, yet entirely hollow. · · ───── · ✦ · ───── · · “Is this what feels to be a lord amongst this wasteland? To choke on the dust of your own reign?” He looked down at his healed body which bore no blood nor any scars. All that remained was unmarked flesh, waiting for the next battle to come. Though it would not come to be in this plane of existence. For clarity broke through all like a wave. It was both her name and their name. The name of the garden and family he had once belonged to. In one seemingly improbable but beautiful moment he had once existed in, a moment where he truly belonged. Utterly and completely to something so much larger than his own self. It was the only truth left hanging in his throat. Every bit of what he had crafted from nothing only for him to then give up so easily. It was with every scar and every silence that had been written that the hammer fell in a silver promise. It was not one of glory, but instead one of witness. He had been there. He had loved them. He had left, and he had returned, and now he would carry their garden in his soul as he finally fell to his knees. The silent word on his dying breath was not of any prayer. It was a name. “Seregon.” · · ───── · ✦ · ───── · · The radiant white flame around him no longer faded. It began to lift as the fallen knight felt his soul separate from his flesh. His wounds had since closed and his battle was won. Yet beyond the veil was the realm of his patron which opened wide. One long and hard road. One return. One knight, finally at his fair end.

The aging Knight and former Lord looked out towards the North out of Angrenost. A bottle of Seregon whiskey of very appropriate vintage hung from one of his hands. "She lived, my old friends. She lived..."

The aging Knight and former Lord took notice of the call, setting the writ upon his desk as he stared deeply into the candlelight. "If it is Crusade, so be it. By what little remains of the House Seregon, I shall call it to arms."

Somewhere within the Avistran landscape, a smaller blonde woman reads the missive and protests, "Hey! Where's my special mention!"

Ah, yes. It's all coming up Aether.

Somewhere within the Autumnal Forests that surround the Idunic lands, an Almenodrim of bright copper hair takes notice. His thoughts murmured aloud as he read the silver-leaf lined paper. "And so it was, as even I have seen with my eyes. For whatever shall be needed to Purify this, let it be formed in unity with all Descendants."

Petition to the High Council As written upon on this 13th of Sun’s Smile, 272 S.A. "Fair shall the end be, though long and hard shall be the road." To the High Council and High Prince of the Princedom of Cauróst, Let this writ serve as a petition for your consideration as I, Elerríon Seregon, seek to aid The Princedom of Cauróst and its High Council and High Prince. I have not been a stranger to you in recent years, having made this city my home. Nearly two centuries have passed since I have moved along the same paths as the greater group of Descendants. In that time spent in the Wilds, I diligently hunted all matters of adversaries of the Creator. It was the influence of my brother-in-arms who accompanied me, a Paladin of Xan, that drew me initially towards an alliance with the Sunlit Covenant within the state. My path has been drawn parallel to your own until now, I have come to understand the clarion call of elHalern’yulln. In your founding principles, I see hope that Elvendom may turn itself to be an active force, a sculptor of destiny rather than a relic awaiting the dust. My life has been one of service in many guises. To the White Court of the Númenaranyë, I offered my blade as Ranger Captain of the Royal Guard, my cunning as Huntmaster of its wilds, and my stewardship as Seneschal for the White Court, and Lord of Caladras, where I learned that true strength lies not only in stone keeps but in the prosperity of the land and the people who tend it. I have governed and defended; I have planned harvests and commanded skirmishes. I have known the weight of command and the duty of preservation. Now, as a Templar sworn to the Virtues of the Most High and a hedgeknight whose oath is to the Realm itself, I seek a cause that marries zeal with wisdom, ambition with Order. In Cauróst and with the Sunlit Covenant, I perceive that rare union. Your rejection of apathy resonates with the Radiant Flame of my very Soul. Thus, I present myself not as a supplicant, but as a resource. My petitions are these: First, to place at your disposal my experience in logistics and governance. As it was, administering Lordship through management of lands and serfs, and organizing a Royal Court and Royal House as a Seneschal were unglamorous foundations upon which glorious endeavors were built. Should the High Council have need of one to oversee supplies, coordinate infrastructure, or advise on domestic stewardship, I offer my learned hand. Second, to lend my martial and strategic skills. As a Ranger Captain, I specialized in reconnaissance, frontier defense, and the tactics of the wild. All of which are valuable skills for a realm that must be both enforcer and protector. I can train scouts and soldiers, advise on security, or serve as a strategic advisor to el’Annilir. I seek no title, nor lands as Caladras is a memory I carry, not a claim I press. I seek only a place where my decades of toil and learning can be of use to a vision I believe in. I wish to prove myself a Laureh’ir in deed, if not yet in formal title: a seasoned blade and a watchful mind in service to our people. My sword, my quill, and my counsel are yours, should you find them fitting for the great work ahead. For the dream that was kindled beneath northern pines, and for the future you forge each day. In service and respect, Ser Elerríon of House Seregon, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm

Heir’s Ascent As written upon on this 10th of Malin’s Welcome, 157 S.A From The Exilic Kingdom of Númendil and the Lordship of Caladras "Fair shall the end be, though long and hard shall be the road.” To the Denizens of the Lordship of Caladras, Her Grace, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë of the Royal House Arthalionath of the The Exilic Kingdom of Númendil, and the Esteemed Númenedain of the The Exilic Kingdom of Númendil, In the embrace of duty and the passage of time, I, Elerríon Saoren Seregon, humbly pen this missive to convey a rather monumental decision that has weighed heavily upon my heart and conscience. It is with a blend of nostalgia, gratitude, and profound trust that I hereby declare my abdication from the titled holdings of Caladras and as Lord of Caladras, and with it, the mantle of leadership that encompasses House Seregon. The echoes of history reverberate far beyond these stone walls, each telling its own tale through shared endeavors, challenges, and triumphs that have defined my life and this community. Through the turning of seasons and the forging of bonds, we have thrived as a united House under the guiding hand of the Exilic Kingdom. Yet, as the river of time courses unyielding, it demands recognition of its inexorable flow. To this end, I have pondered long upon the legacy of our House and the torch that lights our way into the future. In the realm of inevitability, I have found solace in the knowledge that the essence of Caladras, its spirit and resilience, shall persist in capable hands. It is with unwavering confidence that I pass the mantle of Lordship to my eldest child and the esteemed heir, Lóriniel Arabella Seregon. Lóriniel, my daughter, inheritor of our legacy and the new Lady of Caladras, I place the trust of Caladras into your capable hands. May you lead with wisdom, compassion, and the unwavering commitment that defines the Seregon lineage. To the noble denizens of Caladras, I extend my deepest gratitude for your unwavering support and camaraderie. The bond we share went past titles and shall endure as a cornerstone of strength in our collective spirit. In acknowledgment of the vital role played by the steadfast Castellan, Ellisar Aevaris, I express my profound gratitude. Ellisar has been a wealth of support, a guardian of our traditions, and soon an unofficial regent during this period of transition. His wisdom and dedication have fortified Caladras and ensured the continuity of our noble line. As I step into the twilight of my stewardship, I do so with the knowledge that the flame of Caladras burns brighter than ever. May the coming days be filled with prosperity, unity, and the echoes of a realm that has stood the test of time. In enduring fellowship, Ser Elerríon of House Seregon, Seneschal and Steward to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Huntmaster to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Captain for the Royal Guard of the Númenaranyë, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm

"Be it quite strange for a druidic man to partake in something so Knightly as a joust." The Lord of Caladras remarked as he poured over the more recent submissions. "So be it! More merriment and festivity spread to farther reaches. May it be a boon to the Faith!"

Caladras Joust of St. Malcolm of Fjordhem As written upon on this 6th of The Amber Cold, 154 S.A. From The Exilic Kingdom of Númendil and the Lordship of Caladras "Fair shall the end be, though long and hard shall be the road.” To all of those in Aevos who champion of the Right and the Good against Injustice and Evil, THE JOUST OF ST. MALCOLM OF FJORDHEM To celebrate the consecration of our Temple of St. Malcolm of Fjordhem, The House Seregon shall host a joust upon their Lordship. Knights and squires of all realms and their people are invited to either watch or participate in this grand joust. The skilled artisans and merchants of the Exilic Kingdom of Númendil are highly encouraged to bring wares out to showcase and sell. The Champion of the Joust shall receive a 200 mina prize, with second place earning 100 and third earning 50. (OOC: Mechanical Joust) TIME AND PLACE The jousting shall take place in the Lordship of Caladras within the Exilic Kingdom of Númendil. The Lordship is host to a lists within its domain, on the early days of The First Seed, 155 S.A. OOC: 5 PM EST, Friday the 17th of November Coordinates: 811 170 497 Midlands Warp at CT SIGN UP To participate in the joust, please fill out the form below: OOC NAME: IRP NAME: DISCORD: Lord Elerríon of House Seregon, Lord of Caladras, Seneschal and Steward to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Huntmaster to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Captain for the Royal Guard of the Númenaranyë, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm Lady Cálienë of House Seregon, Lady of Caladras, Steward to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Physician to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Serjeant for the Royal Guard of the Númenaranyë, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm Ser Ellisar Angrenor of House Aevaris, Castellan of Caladras, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm

"Utúlie'n aurë!" A particularly Knightly Elven Lord proclaimed from afar.

An Open Invitation - Life Awaits As written upon on this 12th of Malin’s Welcome, 152 S.A. From The Exilic Kingdom of Númendil and the Lordship of Caladras "Fair shall the end be, though long and hard shall be the road.” To all of those in Aevos who champion of the Right and the Good against Injustice and Evil, In the heart of the Exilic Kingdom of Númendil, next to the ancient Kingswood, where the shadows dance with the sunlight filtering through the leaves, lies Caladras – a stronghold carved from the stone of the realm itself. We, Ser Elerríon of House Seregon, Lord of Caladras, and Ser Ellisar of House Aevaris, Castellan of Caladras and Taras Ilsa, extend a solemn invitation to those in search of refuge, purpose, and belonging. Why Choose Caladras? A Refuge of Solitude: Caladras stands as a bastion of Númenedain security amid a world in turmoil. There exists a somewhat rural attitude whilst being a short distance from the Kingdom’s capital city of Númenost. Here, rolling fields meet the towering and dense woodlands. The gentle rustle of leaves and the song of birds offer a refuge from the chaos and Darkness that rolls through the realm. Shared Endeavors: In the quietude of our mark on this realm, those of Caladras and the Númenedain work together, cultivating the land and fostering a community where the Virtue of labor mingles with the earth. A shared sense of purpose binds us, transcending the mundane and that of racial bonds. Faith Amidst Mixed Company: In reverence to the Creator that sculpts these lands and all that is, many of those in Caladras practice the Canonist faith, deeply rooted in the Holy Scrolls. A temple stands as testament to the kinship of all, where Virtue and the Good and Just of His flock reside. The Lordship extends its welcome to the Virtuous, even if faith and the Canon is not in your beliefs. Guardians of the Northern Reaches: With a vigilant levy and steadfast guards, Caladras shields the northern parts of Númendil from the unknown. The security of the Númenedain is ensured by the watchful eyes of the Royal Guard, the Confessors, and the Rangers. Through our mortal hands, and the light of the Creator, we embrace comradery through shared defense. Kinship Beyond Blood: Within our hearths, bonds of kinship are forged. We celebrate the diversity of our community, where shared laughter, solemn prayers, and quiet moments of understanding weave the tapestry of our collective identity. Opportunities Await! No matter your walk of life, be it a skilled artisan, aspiring squire, diligent farmer, studious scholar, or a protector of hearth and home, Caladras shall welcome you. Here, amidst the Heartlands and the Númenedain, you may find not just a place to dwell, but a purpose to uphold. If any of this pulls at your heart to seek, or if you simply seek to learn more, the invite is open for the reasonable, Virtuous, or otherwise good-natured to visit these lands. Send writ to Ser Ellisar or Lord Elerríon. Come, join us in the heart of the Númendil. Let Caladras become the sanctuary you have long sought. Lord Elerríon of House Seregon, Lord of Caladras, Seneschal and Steward to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Huntmaster to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Huntmaster and Ranger Captain for the Royal Guard of the Númenaranyë, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm Lady Cálienë of House Seregon, Lady of Caladras, Steward to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Physician to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Serjeant for the Royal Guard of the Númenaranyë, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm Ser Ellisar Angrenor of House Aevaris, Castellan of Caladras, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm

The one-on-one target work is nice, in my opinion, to the Templar. The entire motif of that offensive ability was good, even if it needed some sort of disadvantage or change from its original scope.

Ser Elerríon read the proclamation with a smile. "Wonderful. Good man and an unexpected pairing." The Knightly elven lord notes to send his best to the betrothed.

Ser Elerríon smirks and sends his ethereal regards to the Shugo and the Oyashiman.

"So it would be, that the words and demands of Haelun'or, the tarnished State of Silver, sow deceit and conflict into the hearts of their neighbors. Some seeds planted by Silver cannot be destroyed, and even when new are set to sprout anew, they bear dark fruit even unto the latest days," remarked a knightly elven lord. "House Seregon stands with The Cove of Nevaehlen. The Blood of Silver oppressors will be spilled if conflict arises."

Ser Elerríon looked over treaty and found himself drawn into an amused smirk, "And here I thought involving yourself in the affairs of Elves as an Adunian was contrary to the tale of Harren."

Seregon Talonnii "Fair shall the end be, though long and hard shall be the road.” Foreword The Seregon Talonnii is an elven family and house currently situated in the Exilic Kingdom of Númendil with their own landed hold of Caladras. Much of the lineage and past of the family is storied, yet their reach extends beyond their hold with roots and branches extending into a wide sweep of kingdoms and nations. Seregon's history leaves an enduring legacy set out by the Talonnii's founder, Ikur Seregon. Through the patriarchal lead of Ikur and followed with the matriarchal lead of Cálienë Seregon, the family has risen to prominence within the realm. A turning point was reached for the family after the matriarch uprooted their place in Haelun'or and took the remnant members to Barrowton which would later become Nùmendil. A marriage between the Sullas Talonnii and Seregon Talonnii saw Elerríon join as patriarch and equal to Cálienë, and the Seregon's prominence started to take hold as their commitment to the kingdom and to that of Tar-Nùmenatär granted them the Lordship of Caladras. Characterized by fair skin, lighter hair tones, and a unique balance of physical and academic prowess, the Seregons are known for their determination and sense of justice, the Seregon Talonnii's legacy continues to evolve, leaving an indelible mark on our realm. Etymology Seregon is unique among almost all high elven families, the origins of Seregon derive from old Adunic or Almenorean Elven with the words for sereg (“blood”) + gond (“great stone, rock”). While the direct origins and meaning for why this is the case is lost to time, it is theorized that the earliest members of Seregon were affiliated with old Idunia. In all likelihood, the cultures and language around Idunia may have referred to a type of alchemical herb as ‘Seregon’ or “Blood of Stone”. A. noun. "Blood of Stone", a plant with deep red flowers commonly known as “stonecrop” in Common and “Sedum” in Flexio. History The Seregons of yesteryear have a history best forgotten. The achievements of those in the past centuries are far more remarkable than any rumored insanity. Ikur Sullas, former Patriarch, served as Sohaer for an interim period during Axios. The system born from his reign, dubbed the Ikur’onn Sohaer System, has been utilized to this day to ensure a peaceful transition of power during times of strife. A new chapter of Seregonian History began in early Arcas, with the arrival of Cálienë Seregon, then Dele Velulaei’hiuwvalleierih (lit; Moonbrook) to Laureh’thilln during a period of strife. Some years following her return, then-Patriarch Ikur Sullas returned with his wife, Aiera, and their children. In coming months, Ikur would name Cálienë as his successor as Aiera was legitimized as a Sullas and took up the mantle of Laurir. The decades following saw the Matriarch and her kin thrive in Lareh’thilln. The name Seregon became synonymous with learning during this time, as the unnamed clinic and the Eternal Library were both staffed by members of the family. Lessons in history, elvish, medicine, and more were led by Seregons. The Laurir Cálienë would serve the Silver Republic for eighty-two years as Okarir’hiylun. An extensive tenure for a republic that lasted only two years longer. As instability and strife became ever more common in Haelun’or, a series of events would lead to the death of Malaurir Azorella Elibar’acal, thus plunging the Silver State into a dark period. Following her resignation as Okarir’hiylun and the strife that followed Ikur’s resignation from Maheral, many members vacated the Silver State in early Almaris. They were scattered to the four winds, only briefly re-uniting later during the Almaris years before returning to the lives they made for themselves. Celia’nor, The Barrow Marches, and Haelun’or played host to a number of Seregons. It was within The Barrow Marches and the Lordship of Barrowton that Laurir Cálienë would settle again. The fractures of the family began to mend and rejoin as the matriarch entered a courtship and marriage that would once again tie the Seregon and Sullas families together. In the form of an old friend and student, Light found the Vulture and the animosity of two would become one. Elerríon Sullas, then rescinded from his name, took to the Seregon namesake with their wedding. Years of dedication would lead Elerríon to stand alongside his wife as patriarch to her matriarch. Following the excisement from Almaris and the arrival to Aevos, a great number of Seregons now live in the White City of Númenost in the Exilic Kingdom of Númendil. With the two family heads effectively exiled from Haelun’or, the Seregons built new roots for themselves oathed to the Adunic king, Tar-Númenatär of House Arthalionath. Soon enough, the family would see their dedications paid in return as an enfeoffment from Tar-Númenatär would see the Seregons with a true land to their own. The Lordship of Caladras would be founded by the matriarch, Cálienë, and patriarch, Elerríon. The two would become Lady and Lord of the lands, respectively. Notable Figures Ikur Seregon, now Sullas, a prominent figure in the history of Haelun'or, remains an intriguing figure of short stature. His legacy is marked by a series of remarkable achievements that have left a lasting impact on the Silver State of Haelun'or. Ikur served as the Okarir'tir, wielding significant influence through military action during the Fringe Wars, a tumultuous period in The Fringe's history. What truly distinguishes him, however, is his lengthy tenure as Haelun'or's Okarir’nor, which he held from the era of the Fringe into the time of Vailor. During his leadership, Notably, he continued to guide the nation as Sohaer during the challenging era of Axios. Ikur played a pivotal role in orchestrating the expulsion of the Uthirate, an Orenian puppet state, from Haelun'or, solidifying his reputation as a resolute and capable leader. In a later chapter, Ikur assumed the role of Maheral, overseeing Haelun'or's cultural development during the Arcas period. His policies were often divisive, with the most notorious being his pact with the Titan Azdromoth, a desperate measure to defend against Inferi forces besieging the realm. Ikur Sullas' enigmatic and complex journey remains a subject of fascination and debate among scholars and historians to this day. Rinaedith Seregon, a close cousin of Cálienë Seregon and distant cousin of Ikur Sullas, was not public about her life or achievements. Very little is known, even to those who knew her. Rinaedith left Laureh'thilln, and Haelun'or changed forever. She was one of the youngest Okarir'maehr to have served on the Silver Council. She spent much of her youth dedicated to rebuilding the Eternal Library to its former glory. Her term on the council was marked by the large sum of books, and artifacts she managed to curate for the Eternal Library on top of what she restored after the collection had been ransacked. After conflict reached Laureh'thill during the Voidal Incursion, Rinaedith was left blinded after standing against a Voidal Horror that sought to corrupt her fellow mali'aheral. Several years later, Rinaedith resigned and left Haelun'or before her fiftieth birthday. She has not been seen since, but it is rumored she is still traveling the world, teaching and sharing the Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya. Elerríon Seregon, the current patriarch of the Seregon Talonnii and Lord of Caladras, has a quite outspoken and storied history with his life. His life in Haelun’or began in a stagnant yet tumultuous time period. By the time he was seventeen, the Silver State of Haelun’or had dissolved under threat from the September Prince. The young elf would begin a long chapter of his life without a true home, simultaneously marked with conflict and strife as he participated in several wars and conflicts. When Elerríon returned to Haelun’or, he’d quickly taken up the mantle of Mediir’indor for the Eternal Library, a position and institute he worked with for forty years. His time in Haelun’or would be sporadic at best, several conflicts and other factors would drive the elf away at various points in his life. It was an altercation with Maheral Seth Calith that would see him banished outright. Elerríon moved to the precursor of Númendil with Cálienë, eventually marrying her and being bestowed the patriarch for the Talonnii. He came to be known amongst the Númenaranyë for his efforts and dedication to the fledgling Kingdom and to Tar-Númenatâr Foronathor of House Arthalionath. Through martial skill, scholarly insight, and a tact mindfulness, Elerríon made a name for himself alongside his wife, gaining the favor of his King and a Lordship to safeguard his Talonnii. Cálienë Seregon, reigning matriarch of House Seregon for the last two hundred years and Lady of Caladras, came from humble roots. The result of a loveless arranged marriage, Cálienë was at large raised by the Daelish community beyond the confines of her parents' farm. By the age of twenty, she departed from this humble life and set off to see the world. Spending a large portion of her childhood and her young adult life, she eventually made her way to the gates of Laureh'thilln in Arcas by her hundred and eighth name day. She remained in Haelun'or, serving tirelessly as a Physician, and even further as Okarir'hiylun, until she was simply too tired to keep going. She departed from the Silver State sometime after the arrivial to Almaris, disappearing from the public eye for decades to come. When she returned to it, she was just as vocal and opinionated as before, and found herself once more departing from the company of the High Elves. She arrived in the Barrowlands with little but wooden crates she'd never unpacked in Asul'hileia. In between stacking books on shelves and the incessant, endless rain, as well as in her service to Tar-Númenatâr Foronathor of House Arthalionath that Cálienë found peace, god, and a new life. A new life that only prospered further with every new day with the guidance of her husband Elerríon. Traditions Talonnii Heraldry For much of their history as a Haelun’orian Talonnii, the Seregon Talonnii was represented simply with a red diamond punctuated by a white star. Little is known about the origins of this symbolism, except for the traditional implications of ‘war’ and ‘purity’ associated with those colors, among Mali’aheral. For centuries, this was the case. With the Lordship bestowed upon Elerríon and Cálienë, a rebranding appeared to be needed. To highlight their joint stewardship over the family, and the efforts of both present and former Seregons, a shield was designed. Seregon red in hue, stamped in the center with the Sullas medallion, a sprawling silver and Aurum star presides; flanked by the vulture that symbolized the tenure of Ikur Sullas in days past. Daelish Traditions Dancing Daelish dancing is a traditional dance form that originated in Daelish culture. It is characterized by intricate footwork, precise movements, and the use of the arms held close to the body. Dancers often perform in kilts and wear traditional Daelish attire. Some of the most famous Daelish dances include the Sword Dance and the Daelish Fling. These dances were historically performed to commemorate victories in battle or special occasions. Marriage Handfasting is an ancient Daelish marriage ceremony that predates modern Canonist wedding customs. In this ritual, a couple would come together before witnesses and a clergyman, and their hands would be bound together with a ribbon or cord, symbolizing their commitment to one another. Handfasting was often a temporary commitment, with couples agreeing to be married for a specific period, usually a year and a day, after which they could choose to formalize their marriage or part ways. Daelish Language The Daelish language was spoken in various dialects throughout Daeland. It has deep historical roots and is considered one of the Daelish’s oldest languages. While Common is mainly spoken in modern Daelish communities, Daelish words and phrases are still used in everyday conversation, particularly in informal settings. Jewel of the Seregon - Seregon’s Sigil The current head of the Talonnii, be it patriarch or matriarch, carries with them the Seregon’s Sigil. It is a newer tradition, crafted by Elerríon himself. Seregon’s Sigil A pendant necklace of pure, polished silver that held ten diamonds in a radiant constellation around the bottom edge. A radiant silver, four-pointed star is set into the front of the pendant with a larger Aurum four-pointed star over that. On either side of the top edge, Aurum carved vultures are set into the pendant, each with ruby eyes. In the center of the overlaid radiant stars, a yellow danburite stone is flanked by four sapphires. Washed into the recessed outlines would be a treatment of Glimmerstone which caused those outlines to emit a dull, white light. An engraving on the back of the pendant reads, ‘Fair shall the end be, though long and hard shall be the road.’ Description Features The members of the Seregon family are fair-skinned, often freckled with sun-exposure, and with softer and more rounded features. With any extensive elven family, traits vary, but the Seregons almost unilaterally have lighter hair tones, such as golden blonde, golden red, or even silver. Silver hair is typical of the Elibar’acal-Seregon line from which Ikur Sullas descends from. Golden blonde and golden-reds are more likely to occur in individuals from the Velulaei’vallehiuwerih-Seregon line, which Cálienë Seregon descends from. The height of a Seregon remains on average for most high elves, between 5’10” and 6’4”, but notably the women descended from the bloodline err on the taller side than the men. Unlike many high elven families, an almost outlier trait for many Seregons is their fuller figures and wider framed features. Much of the Seregon family are martial with a tendency for physical strength and the occupations and hobbies that go along with that. A Seregon holds both their academic pursuits and their physical skills in equal value, but may favor one over the other in times of peace or in times of strife. The balance of knowledge and physical prowess lead many Seregons towards occupations such as; farming, fighting, smithing, and teaching. An unusual trait for many High Elves, Seregons shun all Voidal Magics due to the poisoning of the body. While a few have taken to the practice, they are considered outliers which lead some Seregons to take up Fi’harren’tayna. One of the most notable Fi “Mages” being Ikur Sullas. In recent decades, the Seregons have begun to lean into the practices of Templarism and Paladinism. Temperament The Seregons are often head-strong with a propensity for arrogant behaviors. Dedication and passion for themselves and their loved ones brings a sense that a Seregon may seem quick to anger and vengeful to correct wrongdoing. Yet, for every bit of that explosive passion is the intrinsic understanding and pursuit for the greater good. A Seregon with rage in their eyes likely has just cause to back up that anger. Lineage

House Seregon "Fair shall the end be, though long and hard shall be the road.” As written upon on this 8th of The Amber Cold, 144 S.A. From The Exilic Kingdom of Númendil and the Lordship of Caladras Foreword House Seregon is a noble elven family and house currently situated in the Exilic Kingdom of Númendil with their own landed hold of Caladras. Much of the lineage and past of the house is storied, yet their reach extends beyond their hold with roots and branches extending into a wide sweep of kingdoms and nations. House Seregon's history leaves an enduring legacy set out by the house's founder, Ikur Seregon. Through the patriarchal lead of Ikur and followed with the matriarchal lead of Cálienë Seregon, the house has risen to prominence within the realm. A turning point was reached for the house after the matriarch uprooted their place in Haelun'or and took the remnant members to Barrowton which would later become Nùmendil. A marriage between the Sullas Talonnii and House Seregon saw Elerríon join as patriarch and equal to Cálienë, and the house's prominence started to take hold as their commitment to the kingdom and to that of Tar-Nùmenatär granted them the Lordship of Caladras. Characterized by fair skin, lighter hair tones, and a unique balance of physical and academic prowess, the Seregons are known for their determination and sense of justice, House Seregon's legacy continues to evolve, leaving an indelible mark on our realm. Etymology Seregon is unique among almost all high elven families, the origins of Seregon derive from old Adunic or Almenorean Elven with the words for sereg (“blood”) + gond (“great stone, rock”). While the direct origins and meaning for why this is the case is lost to time, it is theorized that the earliest members of Seregon were affiliated with old Idunia. In all likelihood, the cultures and language around Idunia may have referred to a type of alchemical herb as ‘Seregon’ or “Blood of Stone”. A. noun. "Blood of Stone", a plant with deep red flowers commonly known as “stonecrop” in Common and “Sedum” in Flexio. History The Seregons of yesteryear have a history best forgotten. The achievements of those in the past centuries are far more remarkable than any rumored insanity. Ikur Sullas, former Patriarch, served as Sohaer for an interim period during Axios. The system born from his reign, dubbed the Ikur’onn Sohaer System, has been utilized to this day to ensure a peaceful transition of power during times of strife. A new chapter of Seregonian History began in early Arcas, with the arrival of Cálienë Seregon, then Dele Velulaei’hiuwvalleierih (lit; Moonbrook) to Laureh’thilln during a period of strife. Some years following her return, then-Patriarch Ikur Sullas returned with his wife, Aiera, and their children. In coming months, Ikur would name Cálienë as his successor as Aiera was legitimized as a Sullas and took up the mantle of Laurir. The decades following saw the Matriarch and her kin thrive in Lareh’thilln. The name Seregon became synonymous with learning during this time, as the unnamed clinic and the Eternal Library were both staffed by members of the family. Lessons in history, elvish, medicine, and more were led by Seregons. The Laurir Cálienë would serve the Silver Republic for eighty-two years as Okarir’hiylun. An extensive tenure for a republic that lasted only two years longer. As instability and strife became ever more common in Haelun’or, a series of events would lead to the death of Malaurir Azorella Elibar’acal, thus plunging the Silver State into a dark period. Following her resignation as Okarir’hiylun and the strife that followed Ikur’s resignation from Maheral, many members vacated the Silver State in early Almaris. They were scattered to the four winds, only briefly re-uniting later during the Almaris years before returning to the lives they made for themselves. Celia’nor, The Barrow Marches, and Haelun’or played host to a number of Seregons. It was within The Barrow Marches and the Lordship of Barrowton that Laurir Cálienë would settle again. The fractures of the family began to mend and rejoin as the matriarch entered a courtship and marriage that would once again tie the Seregon and Sullas families together. In the form of an old friend and student, Light found the Vulture and the animosity of two would become one. Elerríon Sullas, then rescinded from his name, took to the Seregon namesake with their wedding. Years of dedication would lead Elerríon to stand alongside his wife as patriarch to her matriarch. Following the excisement from Almaris and the arrival to Aevos, a great number of Seregons now live in the White City of Númenost in the Exilic Kingdom of Númendil. With the two family heads effectively exiled from Haelun’or, the Seregons built new roots for themselves oathed to the Adunic king, Tar-Númenatär of House Arthalionath. Soon enough, the family would see their dedications paid in return as an enfeoffment from Tar-Númenatär would see the Seregons with a true land to their own. The Lordship of Caladras would be founded by the matriarch, Cálienë, and patriarch, Elerríon. The two would become Lady and Lord of the lands, respectively. Notable Figures Ikur Seregon, now Sullas, a prominent figure in the history of Haelun'or, remains an intriguing figure of short stature. His legacy is marked by a series of remarkable achievements that have left a lasting impact on the Silver State of Haelun'or. Ikur served as the Okarir'tir, wielding significant influence through military action during the Fringe Wars, a tumultuous period in The Fringe's history. What truly distinguishes him, however, is his lengthy tenure as Haelun'or's Okarir’nor, which he held from the era of the Fringe into the time of Vailor. During his leadership, Notably, he continued to guide the nation as Sohaer during the challenging era of Axios. Ikur played a pivotal role in orchestrating the expulsion of the Uthirate, an Orenian puppet state, from Haelun'or, solidifying his reputation as a resolute and capable leader. In a later chapter, Ikur assumed the role of Maheral, overseeing Haelun'or's cultural development during the Arcas period. His policies were often divisive, with the most notorious being his pact with the Titan Azdromoth, a desperate measure to defend against Inferi forces besieging the realm. Ikur Sullas' enigmatic and complex journey remains a subject of fascination and debate among scholars and historians to this day. Rinaedith Seregon, a close cousin of Cálienë Seregon and distant cousin of Ikur Sullas, was not public about her life or achievements. Very little is known, even to those who knew her. Rinaedith left Laureh'thilln, and Haelun'or changed forever. She was one of the youngest Okarir'maehr to have served on the Silver Council. She spent much of her youth dedicated to rebuilding the Eternal Library to its former glory. Her term on the council was marked by the large sum of books, and artifacts she managed to curate for the Eternal Library on top of what she restored after the collection had been ransacked. After conflict reached Laureh'thill during the Voidal Incursion, Rinaedith was left blinded after standing against a Voidal Horror that sought to corrupt her fellow mali'aheral. Several years later, Rinaedith resigned and left Haelun'or before her fiftieth birthday. She has not been seen since, but it is rumored she is still traveling the world, teaching and sharing the Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya. Elerríon Seregon, the current patriarch of House Seregon and Lord of Caladras, has a quite outspoken and storied history with his life. His life in Haelun’or began in a stagnant yet tumultuous time period. By the time he was seventeen, the Silver State of Haelun’or had dissolved under threat from the September Prince. The young elf would begin a long chapter of his life without a true home, simultaneously marked with conflict and strife as he participated in several wars and conflicts. When Elerríon returned to Haelun’or, he’d quickly taken up the mantle of Mediir’indor for the Eternal Library, a position and institute he worked with for forty years. His time in Haelun’or would be sporadic at best, several conflicts and other factors would drive the elf away at various points in his life. It was an altercation with Maheral Seth Calith that would see him banished outright. Elerríon moved to the precursor of Númendil with Cálienë, eventually marrying her and being bestowed the patriarch for the House. He came to be known amongst the Númenaranyë for his efforts and dedication to the fledgling Kingdom and to Tar-Númenatâr Foronathor of House Arthalionath. Through martial skill, scholarly insight, and a tact mindfulness, Elerríon made a name for himself alongside his wife, gaining the favor of his King and a Lordship to safeguard his House. Cálienë Seregon, reigning matriarch of House Seregon for the last two hundred years and Lady of Caladras, came from humble roots. The result of a loveless arranged marriage, Cálienë was at large raised by the Daelish community beyond the confines of her parents' farm. By the age of twenty, she departed from this humble life and set off to see the world. Spending a large portion of her childhood and her young adult life, she eventually made her way to the gates of Laureh'thilln in Arcas by her hundred and eighth name day. She remained in Haelun'or, serving tirelessly as a Physician, and even further as Okarir'hiylun, until she was simply too tired to keep going. She departed from the Silver State sometime after the arrivial to Almaris, disappearing from the public eye for decades to come. When she returned to it, she was just as vocal and opinionated as before, and found herself once more departing from the company of the High Elves. She arrived in the Barrowlands with little but wooden crates she'd never unpacked in Asul'hileia. In between stacking books on shelves and the incessant, endless rain, as well as in her service to Tar-Númenatâr Foronathor of House Arthalionath that Cálienë found peace, god, and a new life. A new life that only prospered further with every new day with the guidance of her husband Elerríon. Traditions House Heraldry For much of their history as a Haelun’orian Talonnii, House Seregon was represented simply with a red diamond punctuated by a white star. Little is known about the origins of this symbolism, except for the traditional implications of ‘war’ and ‘purity’ associated with those colors, among Mali’aheral. For centuries, this was the case. With the Lordship bestowed upon Elerríon and Cálienë, a rebranding appeared to be needed. To highlight their joint stewardship over the family, and the efforts of both present and former Seregons, a shield was designed. Seregon red in hue, stamped in the center with the Sullas medallion, a sprawling silver and Aurum star presides; flanked by the vulture that symbolized the tenure of Ikur Sullas in days past. Daelish Traditions Dancing Daelish dancing is a traditional dance form that originated in Daelish culture. It is characterized by intricate footwork, precise movements, and the use of the arms held close to the body. Dancers often perform in kilts and wear traditional Daelish attire. Some of the most famous Daelish dances include the Sword Dance and the Daelish Fling. These dances were historically performed to commemorate victories in battle or special occasions. Marriage Handfasting is an ancient Daelish marriage ceremony that predates modern Canonist wedding customs. In this ritual, a couple would come together before witnesses and a clergyman, and their hands would be bound together with a ribbon or cord, symbolizing their commitment to one another. Handfasting was often a temporary commitment, with couples agreeing to be married for a specific period, usually a year and a day, after which they could choose to formalize their marriage or part ways. Daelish Language The Daelish language was spoken in various dialects throughout Daeland. It has deep historical roots and is considered one of the Daelish’s oldest languages. While Common is mainly spoken in modern Daelish communities, Daelish words and phrases are still used in everyday conversation, particularly in informal settings. Jewel of the Seregon - Seregon’s Sigil The current head of the House, be it patriarch or matriarch, carries with them the Seregon’s Sigil. It is a newer tradition, crafted by Elerríon himself. Seregon’s Sigil A pendant necklace of pure, polished silver that held ten diamonds in a radiant constellation around the bottom edge. A radiant silver, four-pointed star is set into the front of the pendant with a larger Aurum four-pointed star over that. On either side of the top edge, Aurum carved vultures are set into the pendant, each with ruby eyes. In the center of the overlaid radiant stars, a yellow danburite stone is flanked by four sapphires. Washed into the recessed outlines would be a treatment of Glimmerstone which caused those outlines to emit a dull, white light. An engraving on the back of the pendant reads, ‘Fair shall the end be, though long and hard shall be the road.’ Description Features The members of the Seregon family are fair-skinned, often freckled with sun-exposure, and with softer and more rounded features. With any extensive elven family, traits vary, but the Seregons almost unilaterally have lighter hair tones, such as golden blonde, golden red, or even silver. Silver hair is typical of the Elibar’acal-Seregon line from which Ikur Sullas descends from. Golden blonde and golden-reds are more likely to occur in individuals from the Velulaei’vallehiuwerih-Seregon line, which Cálienë Seregon descends from. The height of a Seregon remains on average for most high elves, between 5’10” and 6’4”, but notably the women descended from the bloodline err on the taller side than the men. Unlike many high elven families, an almost outlier trait for many Seregons is their fuller figures and wider framed features. Much of the Seregon family are martial with a tendency for physical strength and the occupations and hobbies that go along with that. A Seregon holds both their academic pursuits and their physical skills in equal value, but may favor one over the other in times of peace or in times of strife. The balance of knowledge and physical prowess lead many Seregons towards occupations such as; farming, fighting, smithing, and teaching. An unusual trait for many High Elves, Seregons shun all Voidal Magics due to the poisoning of the body. While a few have taken to the practice, they are considered outliers which lead some Seregons to take up Fi’harren’tayna. One of the most notable Fi “Mages” being Ikur Sullas. In recent decades, the Seregons have begun to lean into the practices of Templarism and Paladinism. Temperament The Seregons are often head-strong with a propensity for arrogant behaviors. Dedication and passion for themselves and their loved ones brings a sense that a Seregon may seem quick to anger and vengeful to correct wrongdoing. Yet, for every bit of that explosive passion is the intrinsic understanding and pursuit for the greater good. A Seregon with rage in their eyes likely has just cause to back up that anger. Lineage

A Reunion of House Seregon and elSullas Talonnii As written upon on this 10th of Malin’s Welcome, 144 S.A. From The Exilic Kingdom of Númendil and the Lordship of Caladras "Diligence in the face of ignorance.” "Fair shall the end be, though long and hard shall be the road.” To the Esteemed Members of the Sullas Talonnii and those of House Seregon, as well as Friends of either Family, Miven Caerme'onn- @westcarolina Eonan Norvayn @thumperjack Valmir Arvellon @drusus We hope this letter finds you in good health and high spirits. It has been far too long since we last gathered together as one family, united by blood and bound by love. With the blessings of this Autumn season upon us, and the readmittance of Elerríon into the Sullas Talonnii, we extend our heartfelt invitation to you all for a grand reunion in the Lordship of Caladras. The bonds of family are some of the strongest and most cherished in our lives. As we have each pursued our own paths, our hearts have remained forever connected by the ties of blood and kinship. It is our deepest desire to once again come together, to share stories, laughter, and memories that span the years. Caladras, the beloved bastion of House Seregon, stands as a testament to the resilience and strength we hold dear. It is only fitting that we gather within its walls to celebrate the enduring legacy of both the Sullas and Seregon families. The reunion will be a time of joy and festivity, filled with activities to suit every age and inclination. Whether you wish to indulge in hearty feasts, engage in friendly competitions, or simply bask in the warmth of family, there will be something for everyone to enjoy. Mark your calendars for the appointed date, and make your way to Caladras, where our gates will be open to welcome you with open arms. Let this reunion be a testament to the love and strength of our families, a time to celebrate the past and embrace the future. We eagerly await the moment when our family gathers once more, under the banner of unity and love. maehr'sae hiylun'ehya, Friday, September 8th @ 7:30 PM Eastern Lord Elerríon of House Seregon, Lord of Caladras, Seneschal and Steward to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Huntmaster to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Ranger Captain for the Royal Guard of the Númenaranyë, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm Lady Cálienë of House Seregon, Lady of Caladras, Steward to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Physician to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Serjeant for the Royal Guard of the Númenaranyë, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm

RE: Ascension to the White Throne As written upon on this 6th of Sun’s Smile, 142 S.A. From the Lordship of Caladras to the The Exilic Kingdom of Númendil "Fair shall the end be, though long and hard shall be the road.” To the Her Grace, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë of the Royal House Arthalionath of the The Exilic Kingdom of Númendil: The Lord and Lady of Caladras, Ser Elerríon and Ser Cálienë of House Seregon, pen these words with the utmost respect and sincerity as we have received the news of With the publication of this missive, delivered with the weight of royal authority and the grace of a new era for our kingdom, The Lord and Lady of Caladras, Ser Elerríon and Ser Cálienë of House Seregon, wish to commemorate the passing of the Crown and Scepter into your capable hands, by reiterating the pledge of unwavering support and loyalty to your Royal House that ours had given many years back. Firstly, we join our voice with those of our people in expressing profound gratitude to His Grace, Tar-Númenatâr Foronathor. His guidance and leadership have shaped Númendil into the realm it is today. Granting him the title of Lord-Father of Númendil is a fitting tribute to his decades of devoted service, and we stand in full support of this decree. Secondly, your decree and commitment to reevaluate and reform the White Court to better serve our kingdom is a choice fully supported by the Lord and Lady whom both have held positions in your father’s Court. This endeavor reflects your dedication to the welfare of our people, and we have no doubt that these reforms will usher in an era of greater efficiency and prosperity. For what our loyalty and roles have been to the White Court, we both stand ready to continue or resign from our current positions as you see fit. Lastly, your dedication to the arts and recreation is both admirable and forward-thinking. The establishment of a public library and the construction of a theatre will enrich our culture and inspire creativity among our citizens. We are eager to witness these endeavors come to fruition and both fully extend our resources and faculties to seeing this point carried out. As your loyal subjects and Lord and Lady of Caladras, we reiterate our House’s pledge to support your reign and to the fulfillment of your vision for our kingdom. Together, may we continue to guide Númendil toward a bright and prosperous future. With the utmost respect and loyalty, Lord Elerríon of House Seregon, Lord of Caladras, Seneschal and Steward to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Scribe and Tutor to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Ranger Captain for the Royal Guard of the Númenaranyë, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm Lady Cálienë of House Seregon, Lady of Caladras, Steward to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Physician to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Serjeant for the Royal Guard of the Númenaranyë, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm

RE: The Last Royal Act of Tar-Númenatâr Foronathor As written upon on this 6th of Sun’s Smile, 142 S.A. From the Lordship of Caladras to the The Exilic Kingdom of Númendil "Fair shall the end be, though long and hard shall be the road.” To the Esteemed Númenatâr Foronathor of the Royal House Arthalionath of the The Exilic Kingdom of Númendil, as well as Her Grace, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë of the Royal House Arthalionath of the The Exilic Kingdom of Númendil: The Lord and Lady of Caladras, Ser Elerríon and Ser Cálienë of House Seregon, pen these words with the utmost respect and sincerity as we have received the news of your decision to resign from the esteemed position of The Exilic Kingdom’s White Throne. Your reign has been marked by an incredible amount of accomplishment from the most humble of beginnings, to the passionate rise of the Folk of Harren. It was through martial prowess and unwavering commitment to those within your merry band that you laid claim to land in the most unforgiving of circumstance in Almaris. Through that venture, you have risen to your place with wisdom, dedication, and an unwavering commitment to the welfare and prosperity of your subjects. First and foremost, we want to express our deepest gratitude for your years of exemplary service and leadership. Your tireless efforts have been instrumental in shaping the Númenaranyë into the strong and vibrant realm it is today. Your accomplishments, your pursuit of Godly justice, and your visionary approach to old Idunia’s culture have left an indelible mark on our history. We understand that the decision to step down was not made lightly, and we hold the utmost respect for your judgment. Your well-being and happiness are of paramount importance, and we fully support your choice to transition the crown and your positions to your daughter. As you embark on this new chapter, please know that you will have the unwavering support and loyalty of House Seregon. Your wisdom and counsel are invaluable to our kingdom, and we believe your guidance will continue to be a vital asset in the years ahead. It would be remiss of us to not also extend our heartfelt appreciation for your patience and understanding during the formative years where our arrival and adoption of the chivalric Code and more importantly, the conversion to Canonism. The ease with which our Elven blood had integrated into your kingdom is a testament to your leadership and the welcoming spirit of our new home. While your resignation marks a significant transition for our realm, we are confident that your daughter, our new Tar-Caraneth Aryantë, will uphold the same principles and ideals that have guided us under your rule. As we move forward, we shall face the future with the same determination and unity that you have instilled in our people. On a personal note, we want to express our gratitude for the friendship we have shared throughout your reign. Your fairness, consideration, and advice have meant a great deal to both of us, and we look forward to continuing our bond in the years to come, regardless of your official role. In closing, we extend our deepest regards and appreciation for your service to our kingdom, Your Majesty. As we navigate this time of transition, may we continue to uphold the values and principles that have made our realm strong. With the utmost respect and admiration, Lord Saoren of House Seregon, Lord of Caladras, Seneschal and Steward to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Scribe and Tutor to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Ranger Captain for the Royal Guard of the Númenaranyë, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm Lady Dele of House Seregon, Lady of Caladras, Steward to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Physician to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Serjeant for the Royal Guard of the Númenaranyë, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm