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The young prince sat in his studio as he received that missive. As he pondered who the writer might be he offered the weapon displayed on the wall before him a glance.

The mali'ker would look upon the box he prepared as a gift for his friend, it would rattle ever so slightly.. let's say Zirath was not the best at gifts, but he did try this time. At least he tried.

The dark elf would receive the invitation as soon as it was sent, upon reading he nodded approvingly with a smile hidden under his mustache "A great thing an' notice during these troubling toimes, perhaps we may enjoy ourselves when we can" he would then place the invitation upon his desk and gazed out of the window "congratulations, Vytrek"

The dark elven prince watched upon the banners that were set aflame, his golden eyes glowing slightly. Blood was splattered onto his armor and face, although his weapon was strangely clean. "Et es not done..." the gaze drifted away from the flames "...ah'm not satisfied... the's jus' began fer ye lot" he mumbled before leaving with his kin.

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The parchment arrived into Nor'Asath's clinic and was delivered to Zirath. Upon reading and recognising that familiar signature a weak smile appeared onto the bedridden and ill man, soon he would feel better. "They'll see..." he said as his grip unto the parchment tightened

The young Madron held the letter in a strong and trembling grip onto the letter in his hands as he sat silently near that eerie bed of his father that would be soon empty. A solemn tear fell onto that parchment, smearing the ink. Now he really was alone.

clanking was heard in the depths of Nor'Asath as a Mali'Ker was seen forging refined blades in the warm forge, a hammer hitting the steel in a continuous rythm. These blades would soon serve a great purpose. He would raise his head "we are ready, shall the fate be on our side"

Would sign the pact with a smile on his face "so it begins" he said to himself as he glanced at his kin and sat down, interlacing his fingers

stares at his son from a corner interlacing his fingers, ready to prepare a quiz for him to solve

Athenaeum of Knowledge In the depths of the warm dark elven caves, just under the protection of the scholar and prophet ancestor’s statue, Velualei, stone pillars conceal an abode that hosts shelves filled to the brim with ancient and new texts. Here the “Athenaeum of Knowledge” library is found, made to welcome any curious being that seeks knowledge and showcases its catalogs, books, novels, encyclopedias, poetry, literature and documents in its spacious rooms. To Honor the mother of ‘ker the mali’ker of Nor’Asath founded this library to teach new generations about its ancestors, cultures and literature to not let the ages of studies of our kin disappear, consumed by time. The library has two grand floors with shelves that dispose of a wide variety of texts and a great auditorium and reading room that can accomodate scholars and intellectuals seeking to learn or teach, with wide desks and a cozy atmosphere. Book Catalog It is possible to buy copies of books in the library, a catalog with a list of available books is found within the main atrium placed onto a lectern. Each copy would cost 15 mina and to purchase one you must contact one of the staff members listed below. Library Staff Zirath Talhoffer R’Ikarth (ColonelXepphir1) Anerian R’Ikarth (Kumoko600) Qudlia Jusmia (Thaszar_The_Funk) Book Donations You can donate books, feathers and signed books to us by placing them in the barrel at the entrance! thank you!

A missive is spread throughout Almaris, fine parchment rolled and wrapped with a black ribbon tied and closed by two seals - a purple one carrying the coat of arms of Nor’Asath and a golden one carrying the crest of the R’ikarth Clan. “To all Mali’ker, and all Mali of Almaris From Prince Zirath Talhoffer R’Ikarth The Birth of our New Roots Karin’ayla, kae lliran. For decades, our Dark Elven people have been scattered across the land, with few elven homelands to refer to, subjugated under the rule of non-Elven descendants. Lamentably few have tried to restore our unity, and even less have endeavored to keep it. Others, driven by pride, have seen to our people’s undoing. With the establishment of the Principality of Nor’Asath, we have at last seen progress in this mission; not in centuries have so many of Velulaei’s sons and daughters come together in unity. Descendants of Renelia, Vira’ker, the Onyx Sanctum and even the Warhawkes now walk our halls. It is the best, last hope for the Mali’ker people to forge their rightful place among the other lineages of Malin. It is thus that we call for Dark Elves of all walks of life, all strains of thought, all forms of worship, and from all corners of Almaris to come to Nor’Asath - that the Dark Elven people might at last come home. It is further that we note that in many ways, the state of all Elves has recently mirrored the historical fragmentation of our Dark Elven people. It is thus that we also call for all Elves of Almaris to journey to the Dual Principalities of Fenn and Nor’Asath, there to mingle amidst the largest collection of Elves since the early days of Almaris. It is our hope that, in time, we shall find unity among Mali’ker, Mali’fenn, Mali’aheral, and Mali’ame - for while we have greatly changed since the days of Malin, we are still his children, and it would still be his desire that we reach accord. I, Prince Zirath Talhoffer R’Ikarth, write on behalf of my kin and invite you, the remaining Dark Elven people, to join our efforts. I ask to bring your stories, your cultures, your knowledge and your dreams here to let our newly born community thrive and grow. It is long past time that Velulaei’s people were restored. As of now, we have never been closer. It is my sincere hope that we shall all, at last, be together. Let us make our ancestors proud, and nurture a bright future for the Mali’ker people." Signed, Zirath Talhoffer R’Ikarth Prince of Nor’Asath, Prince of the Dark Elves

the dark elven man would smile upon reading the missive "a new beginnin' fer our kind..." he said as he watched his kin down the street, all busy with moving in their baggages

The dark elven man would come back to his clan hall, his golden armour stained with now dried blood. ”Et’s done” he announced to himself as he threw his sabre onto the floor with exhaustion and headed towards his room and disappeared behind its door.

Zirath looked down on the missive, a smirk grew on his face "got what ye deserv'd, do niet touch mah kin. As we are niet slaves" he would then fold it in his bag and approached the wall, where a saber was displayed.

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Zirath watched the body burn with Sevrel at his side, his silver hair flowing in the wind as the fire shined on his golden armor that still was stained with the blood splatters and brain remains from his ultimatum earlier, product of his blind rage. The hammer head of his bec de corbin would have hit the man's head multiple times, giving the others watching a macabre spectacle and a pool of blood and other remnants to clean off the floor. "How dared he" he thought as he threw a stick in the fire, that night he felt betrayed by those words as he watched the fire consume the soldier's uniform, but in the end what did he expect? A compliment? He glanced at Sevrel and patted his back with his left hand, like that, the two mali'ker disappeared into the gates of the vassal Nor'Asath as the fire continued to burn throughout the endless night.

The dark elven man scoffed as he received the news "victoreh was serv'd" he said as he stood up and grasped his beloved Sabres that sat on the shelf, admiring the edge "as et shoul'"