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Seraphite Viradiraar's day started as any other had. A simple: wake up, make some tea, then set out and go whichever way the wind would take her. Though, that one particular morning when she stepped outside, she was stopped by a letter. The 'aheral, ever so curious in nature, stooped down to retrieve the delicate parchment, stepping back inside her residence to read over what it contained. As she unfurled the letter, she let her gaze drift over the words, her brow furrowing as she read the first sentence. Seraphite, ever the one to never let things affect her too greatly, moved to sit, placing herself rather harshly down at one of the table's chairs. Soon after, when the sun had fully risen into the sky, the 'aheral would let out a small laugh- one laced with disbelief. She, after having re-read it more times than ever memorable, tightened her grip on the parchment, and watched with grim satisfaction as it crinkled under her hands. "You were the one here that I returned to, Othelu." She muttered, her words spoken more vile than she intended. "You were the one I served under. And while I'm forever grateful-" The mali halted in her words, then stood abruptly as she moved to the door, though paused, her ears twitching as the crackle of fading embers called behind her, the grip she held tight on the parchment somewhat loosening. She didn't leave her house that day, though many could confirm that when they passed, obvious smoke could be seen exiting the chimney.

SILVER CALENDAR OF 27 S.A. [!] Parchment wrapped tightly and sealed with a ribbon would be found at every citizen's doorstep, and possibly others, throughout the Silver State, containing the following calendar: The Deep Cold: TAVERN - Camp Fire “Many Mali’thill have gone through rough journeys. Many have conquered great quests. Though, not all know of such. Any feat you may have accomplished or overcame, come to the tavern this night and tell everyone of such. Gloat and boast of the evils you’ve destroyed with your own hands- or even evils you’ve seen be destroyed. Inspire young Mali’thill, and just Mali’thill in general, to step up and make change.” Signed, Okarir’mali, Seraphite VIradiraar {{OOC: Tuesday, June 1, 5:00 PM EST//9:00 PM GMT}} Snow’s Maiden: CLINIC - Mali’thill Dance Class “The citizens of Haelun’or are encouraged to stay in shape through Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya. What better way is there to exercise with your community than a rigorous dance courge of strength, balance and stamina? Only the greatest of Mali’thill can last this class, are you, child of Larihei, up for the challenge?” Signed, Head Physician, April Viradiraar {{OOC: Wednesday, June 2, 8:00 PM EST//12:00 AM GMT}} The First Seed: TAVERN - Drinking Contest “The citizens of Haelun’or that are of age are invited to an open drinking contest within the Silver Stag. Challenge your friends and foes to a night of who has the stronger bladder and come down to the tavern to display such. With a prize of one hundred mina on the line, what is there to lose?” Signed, Okarir’mali, Seraphite Viradiraar {{OOC: Friday, June 4, 9:00 PM//1:00 AM GMT}}

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Seraphite Viradiraar sighs as she hears the news, bringing her cup of tea to her lips, blowing on it softly. "It was doomed to happen." She hums, taking a sip from her tea, placing it down softly on the table after. "Though it is now the trigger for much more to come."

Seraphite hums, a small smile taking her face. "This will be fun." She murmurs, her eyes slipping off the page. "It'll help the cihi." She nods, stepping away, a small bounce in her step

Seraphite lets out a loud laugh. "Look at this!" She exclaims to herself, grabbing the other missive she had acquired earlier. "Two nations have declared such," She nods, smirking as she folds both up, the 'thill obviously pleased. "Now this is going to be fun."

Seraphite hadn't known- she still didn't know of such occurring right under her feet. That day was one like any other, one where she strolled down the street without a care in the world, following her regular walk around The Silver State, the pavement glistening under her shoes. The birds had been singing, the wind blowing softly, the grass and trees swayed in sync. It was peaceful, everything was lovely, but- The birds stopped their song, and the wind seemed to cut instead of blow, the grass and trees stopped and she seemed to as well. The 'thill turned her gaze to the sky, her ears twitching as she wrinkled her nose, and her heart seemed to clench. Seraphite froze, bringing a hand to her chest as she stood still, and the world around her seemed to do the same..... The birds no longer sang that day, nor did the wind blow, the grass and trees both seemed to pause in place and she- She couldn't help but think something happened, something was wrong, something viscous and cruel and horrid- The elfess continued on her way, though the pavement she walked on no longer felt as shiny as it had previously.

Seraphite laughs softly, scanning the poster. "This is amazing!" She nods, folding the paper and pocketing it, turning to look at the sky, bringing a hand to block the sun from her eyes. "We've got a lot of work to do....."

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