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    Siria Py'lrie | Irashi Loa'chil | Ravenna Stafyer | Nero Mareno
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    High Elf | Dark Elf | Highlander | Heartlander

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  1. MC Name: Allien_ Discord: Allien#4524 Image: Description of Image: For a poster in celianor for diraar Dimensions: 1 wide 2 high 1x2
  2. MC Name: Allien_ Discord: Allien#4524 Image: Description of Image: For a poster in celianor Dimensions: 1 wide 2 high 1x2
  3. "Most trusted? I'd beg to differ" Siria scowled, tossing the tribune aside, carrying on with plans of reconstructing the Py'lrie estate.
  4. "He wasn't exactly good at hiding it.." Siria jests aloud to herself, shifting her gaze from the tribune to look towards the 6,912 tulips he sent her...
  5. MC Name: Allien_ Discord: Allien#4524 Image: Description of Image: My family's sigil in game for the Py'lrie family. I hoping to have map art of it to place above our estate entrance and/or shop Dimensions: 1x1
  6. Siria Py'lrie sits with her morning tea while picking up the newspaper, only glancing through it before her daughter's scream echoed from one end of the estate and wondering what for, until... The elfess peered at the relations written between her daughter, Linnea, and the Maeyr'onn boy in the article "LINNEA!" She shouted from the lounge
  7. Brows furrowing at the sight of the invitation, Serigne Py'lrie immediately, after reading through the supposed wedding announcement, saught out for a quill and note parchment to send the young Py'lrie a letter. The elderly elfess was visibly frustrated before the other members of the household, the invitation was then passed around.
  8. Rosina Py’lrie Birth: 16th • Sun’s Smile • 37 of the Second Age Death: 20th • Snow’s Maiden • 108 of the Second Age A portrait of Rosina Py’lrie not too long before her death. It has come again that time when we will all grieve the loss of a very loved individual within the Talonii. As all those before her, she will never be forgotten. Very young, Rosina was taken from us. Her kind soul will not only be missed by those within the Py’lrie, but by all those she put before herself, caring for and protecting. In her lifetime, Rosina suffered greatly from the days of her birth to her last breath. Born missing a leg, but always on the move, studying at a very young age, and becoming the physician and surgeon we all knew and loved. Her kind nature inspired others within the Talonii to take up studying medicine. For that, and many other achievements, we’re all grateful and we won’t allow anything to become forgotten or underappreciated in any way. Many Py’lrie from here on will know her story, they will learn to thrive even when they suffer, sharing their own stories someday, so that we all continue to improve our lives and our very soul. Even in death she will continue to aid us, as her very existence, her experiences, good and bad, will help guide others in their own lives. As tradition entails, the Py’lrie will begin a period of mourning for Rosina. For seven elven days from now we will mourn her death, lighting a candle within both the estate and the clinic, until the seventh day. Our meals will only consist of that in which she loved, our time spent together and our arms open to anyone for comfort. Rosina Py’lrie departed the city of Fi’andria, capital of Celia’nor on the 20th of Snow’s Maiden, 108 of the Second Age. She departed with a mali’ker figure that day, as a young boy described, before the same figure soon left our precious Rosina in front of the gates. No further detail of her condition will be stated here. She prepared a will for us long before her death. All of her wishes will be stated at her funeral. We ask that you bring a candle to the funeral so we, the Py’lrie, may continue a tradition of ours. The funeral will take place at Celia’nor docks 9th of The First Seed, 109 SA [OOC: Saturday 31st @ 4pm EST] [Rosina’s will]
  9. 20th of Snow’s Maiden, 108 of the Second Age… With only the pale glow of the moon to illuminate it, Rosina Py’lrie’s body seemed almost peaceful as it was laid before the gates. As a small crowd gathered about, the horrors of what had happened to the woman became more evident. Few had seen the silhouette of the figure that had dropped the woman’s body at the gates- a dark shroud, some said, that left a lingering chill as it slowly departed. The tone it spoke was ice to the skin of those who heard it, for it was flat and devoid of any care or regard for the poor victim’s life. None had a hint of a clue, but all agreed that had they lifted the hood, they would have seen Death herself. It must have been the cruel mistress herself to take Rosina’s life, but that did not stop further speculation as to whom it may have been. Those who looked first at the flayed patch of her arm claimed it was the work of an upstart cult. Two wandering humans came and felt the body: cold, drenched, clearly drowned. The work of highway robbers. Another citizen pointed out the jewelry- rings, necklaces, bands- stuffed in her mouth and surmised that the work was done by a blood magician. A thousand signs, each contradicting the last, gave rise to more and more theories, even as the body was finally lifted and brought to the clinic. Disemboweled. A common criminal? A gaping chest wound revealing a missing heart. A witch in need of ingredients for a spell? Her head had suffered some trauma. A falling rock? Other cuts, bruises, and wounds. Well, the forests were always dangerous at night. Perhaps it was an animal? These thoughts, and more, doubtless bounced throughout Valyris Wynasul’s mind as she cleaned the poor woman’s body, giving it the dignity that she had been robbed of in death. The specter that had dropped the body off at the gates seemed to unsettle everyone. Was it that figure that did the deed? A young boy had claimed to see a mali’ker woman suspiciously lingering about, claiming to look for a medic, but also giving a cold look to any who passed by. Could she have lured out Rosina, knowing her to be obligated to aid her? Who could be capable of such a horrible act? The moon of midnight rose high above the towers of Fi’andria, but that mattered little to Rosina Py’lrie. As Head Physician of Celia'nor, it was her duty to attend to all who needed help, and tonight a call for aid prompted her to take to her horse and make her way down to the lake just outside the city. It was a mali’ker woman with shining blue eyes who had begged her for help, but, oddly, as the two rode through the endless apple orchard down to the banks of the lake, the woman was silent. Was it shock, perhaps? Rosina had no time to care, though, such things were not for her to question. When they finally reached the scene, all but the injury itself seemed almost peculiar to Rosina. Two figures were near the banks of the lake, both difficult to make out in the darkness. The first was a woman with brown hair who was sitting just beside the waters. She spoke calmly enough and told Rosina that she had been hurt in a fall. She pointed to her foot, which was bleeding, but not so horribly that it could not be fixed quickly. Beside her, though, was a thing that the medic could not make out. At one moment it was a dim orb, the next it was a dark haze, but as it hovered beside the injured woman Rosina could not help but feel a sense of dread. Rosina tried to allay these pervasive thoughts as she reached into her medical bag and looked through it for some basic ointment and bandages to clean the wound. However, when she reached over to examine the woman’s food, she could not help but notice it was remarkably… fine. Although there was blood, there was no cut, wound, not even the mildest of scratches. Far from a fall, this woman had not suffered at all. There was no sign of a fracture, a sprain, or anything like that. Rosina was about to glance up to the woman and ask her what had truly happened when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw an outstretched arm spring up. It was the shade- too quick to give her even a moment to react. Nary a thought crossed her mind as an orb, this time it was surely an orb, shot forth from the thing’s hand and struck her across the head. She fell to the ground, limp, knocked out, as the three who had brought her there slowly surrounded her unconscious figure. The shadowy figure took charge, dragging the woman’s body towards the lake. As it did so, it rummaged through her pockets, taking every valuable and stuffing them into her mouth. The mali’ker woman pointed to the body. “Her heart.” The shadow nodded, then pushed down the body into the lake. It waited for a few long moments, until the air bubbles stopped rising to the surface. “Then I desire the body.” It spoke, its voice soft, yet devoid of passion. “No. We leave it at the gates,” ordered the dark elf. She spoke with authority, and the shade relented, though not without further comment. The payment for their role would be higher, and a ‘Mother’ would have to be spoken to. It was not as if Rosina could hear them. Drowned and beaten, the life within her had been extinguished minutes ago. The only small mercy she received that night was, as the mali’ker plunged a dagger into her chest, she was unable to feel her heart being torn from her. The deed was done, and her body was dragged back onto the horse and spirited away to the front gates of the city, to be left behind for her kin. Another small mercy given to her that night, it seemed.
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    A New Threat

    Serigne Py'lrie began to read through the missive, then once more. Her fingers pinched the missive firmly as she read, sighing heavily. Walking through the estate, the elderly elfess pinned within the family lounge, displaying it just as you walk through the doorway, so any Py'lrie member may see.
  12. Serigne Py’lrie sits in her office writing many separate letters. Each letter sent to individual members of her Talonii who wandered the realm, alerting them of the troubles approaching. "Be safe.." The elderly Py'lrie muttered to herself before continuing her work.
  13. Isil Py’lrie Birth: 3rd • Malin’s Welcome • 1301 FA Death: 6th • Sun’s Smile • 104 SA A portrait of Isil Py’lrie within his final years. @Creator_Alan Gone, but never forgotten, Isil remains in our hearts. Centuries of time did he serve the Py’lrie name, standing alongside us throughout his lifetime, remaining loyal. His strong and disciplined nature helped to instill in the Talonii strength and encouragement. Many had only seen his short-tempered self in his few remaining years, his life taking a toll on his behavior, but beneath all that he cared for his own. He always sought to protect us from a distance, and always correcting each wrong committed. His sternness set an example and influenced many of us to remain strong in the darkest of times. Many may find relief from his death, but we, the Py’lrie, will honor his name and his acts for our blood until the end. The Py’lrie will begin a long period of mourning for our lost elder. For twenty elven days from now we will mourn his death, lighting a candle within his tower for each day, until the twentieth day. Our meals will only consist of that in which he enjoyed the most, and our arms open to another for comfort. Isil Py’lrie departed from Fi’andria, Celia’nor on the 6th of Sun’s Smile, 104 Second Age, with every intention of departing to leave in solitude. He wrote to us his final farewells. Within his will he leaves his tower to Dain Py’lrie and a sea pendant to Adiria Py’lrie, the rest is left for them to divide amongst themselves.
  14. History The Py'lrie have been around for a long time, but for most people, it's easiest to divide their history into two sections, both connected by one figure: Tayna'len. She's the only one who's lived long enough to see the Talonii grow from their bloody past of infighting and internal conflict to a much more peaceful and united Talonii. The Talonii's true conflict started with the appearance of magic in the bloodline. Those who were old and traditional opposed it staunchly, as it was different and new. They forbade their younger relatives from learning it altogether, which sparked many an argument in the household. As with all things forbidden, it only grew more and more until the Talonii started truly fighting each other. Blood was being shed over the use of magic forbidden by the elders. Young Tayna'len's parents had been learning magic, and they were punished harshly for it. Many of her closest loved ones had died while learning magic, and she had witnessed cruelty firsthand. Years of cruelty and punishment had caused many to fight or flee, and so did Tayna'len with her relatives. They were escaping by the skin of their teeth from the Talonii elders, who were hunting them, never staying in one place for too long. Many of those who had spent those years on the run were still expanding their knowledge of magic until they had finally become capable of truly fighting back. The tide had begun to turn as those who learned magic began to beat back the elders with their newly obtained knowledge. They sieged the home of the elders, where they lived together. However, they were not much different than those who hunted them, as they had brutally killed the head of the Talonii during that siege, causing the proverbial floodgates to open and unleash total war. It lasted for over a century, tearing the Talonii apart and causing much pain on both sides. By the time it had ended, countless members were dead or missing, and even more were left grieving for the loss of their loved ones. As far as Tayna'len was concerned, she was left alone to rebuild the Talonii. She was unwilling to work with the older members who had perpetuated the conflict for so long and decided to start fresh. Over time, she met and fell in love twice, starting the Talonii anew. She had two sons, one with each father, and though their fathers were different, they treated each other as Talonii no matter what. Tayna'len had instilled in them the virtue of Talonii first, to protect those closest, so that what she went through for all those years would never repeat itself again. These brothers would have children and expand the Talonii, each in their own way, but as one Talonii with two bloodlines. Their descendants have come to live in the lands of Celia'nor, some settling down and others wandering, yet never forgetting their blood ties. The current members of Py'lrie have fought to defend Celia'nor, and for their loyalty and dedication, they were rewarded as some of the most well-respected nobles in the land. Beliefs & Morals Talonii First As far as beliefs go, the Talonii hold one thing above all others and consider it paramount. To them, it is almost sacred, and breaking away from it is out of the question. This belief is evident when speaking to a member of the Talonii; they all abide by it as if it were indisputable. This all stems back to Tayna'len and her own experiences, where she cast aside all those who betrayed this ideal and started anew. Betrayal of Talonii To the Py'lrie, going against your Talonii is a cardinal sin that will be punished severely, no matter the situation. If you kill another member of the Talonii, you are to be hunted for the rest of your life. Though not all deceptions are so great as to lead to death, some are of a lesser nature. However small, though, the memories of the Mali are lengthy, and they will remind you for the rest of your life what you've done wrong. Betrayal of Friends & In-laws The closest of friends are considered dear, although not akin to Talonii. They would protect them closely and be very loyal to them; for if one is not loyal to their friends, how could they be loyal to their talonii? Those who marry into the Talonii are treated as equals, although they would be cast out more easily for mistakes. Natural & Unnatural Deaths If one passes from natural causes, they are well taken care of during their dying days. The Talonii tries to fulfill any wishes and stays by their side until the end. It is not uncommon, though, for dying members of the Talonii to find it too unbearable to be with their loved ones before the end and to disappear abruptly. The Talonii itself assumes that when an elderly member disappears like that, they are leaving to die in solitude. The death of a Talonii member is a grave matter, and they would mourn their loss greatly. The Talonii mourn them day-to-day, with each day representing a year in the life of the member who passed. They do this out of respect and for the time they spent serving the Talonii during their lives. Traditions With Child When a Py'lrie is bearing a child, they are protected and cared for very well. It is tradition for those who are pregnant to always have at least one person assisting them. The person assisting must be trained in first aid in case something happens. Sometimes, those who are not members of the Talonii are entrusted with this role, and it is considered a great honor. Coming of Age Becoming an adult is an important and celebrated occurrence, and for the Py'lries, it occurs at the age of 30. To come of age means you are given the freedom to take whatever path in life, whether it be leaving and traveling or marriage. Marriage As far as the vow of matrimony is concerned, it is highly encouraged to find another High Elf to marry, and if you do not abide by this, it will be considered a mistake. It is not shameful, but it is discouraged. According to tradition, you are to be married facing the sea. In some instances, you may even be married on board an embarked ship! This stems from times when the hunted members of the Talonii fled, leaving many with no choice but to state their vows upon a ship. The marriage is to be approved and overseen by the head of the Talonii, and if it isn’t, it isn't considered official by the Py'lrie. Commemoration of Honor When a member of the Talonii dedicates their life to warfare, there is a grand celebration, for it is considered a great honor to protect your land. Traditional Markings Body art and markings have a long history among the Talonii, with various meanings and serving as reminders, both good and bad. The two markings are "Fih Kae'leh" and "Malieir." When a member of the Talonii recognizes the true meaning behind the words "Fih Kae'leh," they have it tattooed on their body in recognition. Most adult members of the Talonii have gotten this tattoo at some point, and it is considered a rite of passage by some. The marking "Malieir" is used to identify traitors–those who have committed the greatest treachery and betrayal. There is no escaping this fate, either, as those who run away before they are marked will be found, and the tattoo will be applied to them by force. Talonii Markings “Fih Kae’leh” “Feed Your Soul” is a phrase long passed down within the Py’lrie. It is taught to each member as an important lesson they must come to understand. In the eyes of the Talonii, one cannot truly care for and protect others until they can truly satisfy their own soul and care for themselves. “Malieir” “Betrayer” is a phrase branded on the palms of traitors and wrongdoers within the Talonii, showing the realm all the wrongs they’ve committed, and having them disowned from the Py’lrie name and household. Those who murder other Talonii are branded once they are killed, and their marked corpses are abandoned in the forest to be forgotten. Personality Though the two branches have their differences, their biggest shared trait is their protectiveness. Both have a strong desire to protect what they have and their friends and Talonii. Similarly, all members of the Talonii have a strong desire and willingness to experience new things and are open-minded. They also have a deep, intrinsic connection to their Talonii and ancestors, often honoring them in times of need with shrines made for their ancestors, in particular Tayna'len Py'lrie and her two sons. However, their similarities end there, as they have very different ways to show these tendencies. Elauthinleon's bloodline is quick to act and decisive in times of need, especially when it comes to Talonii. They are temperamental but not overly violent. They are far more sedentary, having settled down and grown to love the land they live on. Overall, they are far more disciplined than their cousins, with a bit of a stern countenance. They are more inclined to physical activity and exercise, generally being quite athletic. Panithleon's branch, on the other hand, is free-spirited and artistic to the core. They are always on the move, seeking out the new and unknown so that they may experience it and learn more about the world they live in. Due to their less strict nature, they often have an easier time connecting with people they meet and befriending them. Their way of showing affection and love is through gifts. Physical Appearance & Traits For the most part, the two branches of the Talonii share several traits, as they have inherited much from Tayna'len Py'lrie. For instance, both predominantly have blonde hair and faded blue eyes. Many members of the Talonii also have wavy hair, as opposed to the more common straight hair. Their skin is generally quite pale, and they stand over six feet tall. Both sides of the Talonii also share a common allergy to honey and bees. Of course, regardless of the shared mother, the two different branches are bound to have some distinguishing traits due to the different fathers in both. Elauthinleon Py'lrie's branch occasionally has members with pale green eyes as well as white hair in addition to the previously mentioned blonde hair and blue eyes of both branches. Overall, the members of this branch are taller than their cousins. The biggest differentiator is their different ear shapes, as theirs point backwards instead of upwards. They have narrow eyes, slim and sharp features, and generally many small birthmarks over their bodies. Panithleon Py'lrie's branch has a rare few members with distinct purple eyes, with their skin being paler than their cousins. Some of them would occasionally also have a more silvery blonde hair color and be a little shorter than the other branch. Their ears tend to be pointed upwards quite a bit more than their cousins, and their features are noticeably softer with kind eyes. The one birthmark that stands out is the one strand of very white hair at the back of their head. [OOC - Py'lrie Discord Invite: https://discord.gg/RgZAS89UpK]
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