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    In a cold and quiet morning, as Maenor walked around the city, trudging through the snow in an attempt to return to San’evarir, he would’ve stumbled across this curious piece of paper. After a quick glance he would’ve inspected it with more care, checking it for anything that could’ve confirmed his initial assumption that this was nothing more than a comedic leaflet. To his surprise he couldn’t, starting to go over it again, this time more thoroughly, muttering faintly at the same time “Let’s see, then…” he sighed “The lizard and his minions are all lessers, therefore article 6 doesn’t apply to them.” He pointed out to no one in particular “Same goes for article 8. If the aspiring gecko was initially a Mali’thill then this matter was discussed before, the Maheral will conjure some twisted excuse and compare the tattoos themselves with voidal weakness and the trading of more progress in exchange for health... As for the rest, the Maheral will quickly dismiss them as false or simply use his absolutist powers granted to him by the Constitution to pardon whoever, should the need arise, as it often happens in lovely republics.” He ended with an indifferent shrug, casting the paper aside and continuing his trip without giving the contents of the request any more thought as if it simply was not worth it.
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    Maenor would've picked up the copy of the play, glancing over it while listening to Seth's comments dispassionately. "Hm..." he would begin, rising from the seat at San'evarir's reception with graceful movements and preparing to depart. "I see...Alright, I'll go over it and see for myself." he'd address Seth with a single nod, strolling through the gargantuan building. It seemed only fitting to him to settle in a cozy chair in San'evarir's theatre and read the play there. The theatrical work would carry him through a myriad of emotions, some categorically in opposition to eachother. By the end, the Mali'thill would sigh, remaining motionless in that seat, unable to do anything but acknowledge La Fleur's brilliance "I shall be thoroughly disappointed if this theatre is not put to good use." he would add softly to himself, eyeing the play still in his hand. He would then rise lazily and seek the confines of one of his apartments, not in the mood for any bickerings about the capabilities of lessers.
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    Maenor would, with no apparent interest, read through the missive. As he did so, he seemed to display no actual reaction to the news and, after finishing, he would take a step back and, hands clasped behind his back, stare at the piece of paper in silence. He would then threaten to smile, a sight terrible to behold by those that knew him well. Maenor would then pierce the silence with a tone so cold that one would with difficulty discern any joy "Finally, some good news at last." he would then pause to inhale deeply "Let us hope that the next Okarir'tir has an understanding of Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya beyond that of a Valah toddler." he would utter at last, although seemingly with very little hope. He would then turn and stroll away from the board while meditatively looking into the ground, the many steps leading to San'evarir looming ahead of him.
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    THE BALLOT ((MC name: thiccpazuzu)) Name: Maenor Aildhuin Vote for Okarir'nor: ( ) Maeve Elibar'acal ( XX ) Aestenia Aevaris
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    Maenor was born in Lareh'thilln, in a family of pure High Elves of moderate riches. His father was a scholar and his mother a weaver. From an early age he has been somewhat reclusive, thinking of himself highly, while most people he met were, in his eyes, inferior. His father taught him to read from an early age while his mother made for him the best clothes one of his status could desire. He never lacked much, apart from the respect reserved only for the mighty nobles. In his adolescence, as the War of the Two Emperors ravaged Arcas, his father saw fit to hire a mercenary to teach him how to fight. He has been taught how to wield a sword and how to ride a horse, but he never showed any interest and his skills remained mediocre, as he considered war is to be fought just by inferior races. In his eyes, elves settled their differences in a superior manner, whether through magic, though he didn’t know any yet, or by debate, which he learned since he was young. Throughout his early years, his favorite activity remained reading and learning about scientific matters, art and making jewelry, never showing any desire to pursue a military career. Soon after the War, his mother died in childbirth, alongside his newly born sister. He blamed her death on humans that, he thought, were the whole reason war started in the realm, thus they were seen by him as the main source of the distress and anxiety that his mother suffered from. His wishes are to read everything there is in the Eternal Library and establish himself as a distinguished member of the Eternal College. References: https://wiki.lordofthecraft.net/index.php?title=Lareh'thilln https://wiki.lordofthecraft.net/index.php?title=War_of_Two_Emperors https://wiki.lordofthecraft.net/index.php?title=Haelun'or
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