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  1. SERVUS SUMUS | ALWAYS I SERVE The Princely House Melphestaus Charge to the Familia Balianus To mi Famili “Our house has grown large and expansi with great gloria, honorifica, and respecticos across Almaris. Yet it is time for new sedz and new growth within the familia tree. The Imperiali branch of this tree, ancientes and historica, has ebbed. Its holdings and properties are seriously diminiscum, a truth we must acknowledgica. We rely now more than ever on our holdings and properties elsewhere to generate revena and prestigia. We turnes to Yunges Ker of the famili line of Livarai, Luciana, to expandico und grow affairs in the Rex of Balianus. This shall not be the last expansica of the familus bisnuss across Almaris,it is a concertico effortica of the famili” -Lord Maelgar Melphestaus, Patrikios und Pater Familis Hereby Established… House Melphestaus establishes the ‘branch Balianus’ and charges Luciana Livarai De Melphestaus, daughter to Princess Lumia Melphestaus, as the Mater Familis, Matriarch, of the Balian branch of the family. Henceforth all family members within the Kingdom of Balian are to take all direction and guidance from Luciana in furthering the interests of the famili in Balian. Rights and Duties Luciana is henceforth relieved of her duties and responsibilities to Princess Lumia, and as a Matriarch is afforded equality and rights to report directly to the Pater Familis, Patriarch, of the Imperial branch and head of the entire Family. Luciana loses all claim to the line of Princess Lumia Melphestaus, and thus shall transfer with her no lines of nobility or lineage with her. Luciana shall take the name of Livarai De to signify her relation to the main line. She is granted no writs of nobility, peerages, or titles from the family and thus carries no honorifc surname or post nominals she has not otherwise earned independently. Luciana shall assume her regular succession of the House within the Imperial and Haenseti branches lines of inheritance. Luciana is extended a family loan of up to 500 Imperial Marks, tradeable in local currency, and has four years to claim this loan with 20 years to repay any amount withdrawn. All servants, family, and employees of House Melphestaus residing within the territory of the Kingdom of Balian shall answer to Luciana. Luciana is hereby initially charged with the following by the Pater Familis of the Imperial line, head of all House Melphestaus: Establish a residence of prominence from which to conduct all family operations; you are to host the family within two saints months at this residence to celebrate the family and to provide progress on the family’s operations in Balian. You are authorized to hire at least one Steward to manage the affairs of family properties and speak with limited authority on your behalf. Acquire, start, or establish a business of profit from which to independently fund the endeavors of the family. The type of business is at your discretion. Endeavor to enhance the prestige, prominence, power and authority of House Melphestaus within the Kingdom of Balian. You are authorized to accept temporal peerages, knighthoods, or titles from the Kingdom of Balian within their laws as they see fit and shall have them recognized by the family. Preserve and promote Elven rights; seek to improve the lives of Humans with a strategic mindset of the future. Expand the House in the Kingdom of Balian to no less than five members, to include servants, employees or family members Have all other autonomous, and expansive authority, to achieve these goals with limited oversight from the Imperial and Haeseni branches. Establish and promote the veneration of St. Pius of Sutica, ensuring a shrine is prominent in any famili properties. An artistic depiction of Luciana in her ‘lost years.’ Brief Biography of Luciana Livarai De Melphestaus Luciana’s family background stretch back to Ephesius and, later, Ebonwood, the Principality of the House in Oren under the reign of Phillip III. She is believed to have split her time between her mother’s vineyard in the Principality, the family apartments in Yong Ping, and the Melphestaus family villa, where she received tutoring in politics, language, art, and trade. She was well-educated on the native culture of the mali’ker people as well as her Imperial birthplace. In an unfortunate turn of fate, the young Melphestaus was residing in Yong Ping at the time of its ultimate destruction, from which point on she was separated from her mother. It is thought she likely spent the rest of her upbringing as the ward of various scholarly institutions. Upon reaching maturity, Luciana established contact with Maelgar Melphestaus, to whom she expressed her interests in reconnecting with and continuing the legacy of her maternal House. She was shortly established in Balian at her current position, where she presently resides refining her arts and guiding her Branch. Selected for her guile, intelligence, and her youthful elven energy the House places great hopes in the prosperity and fortunes of Luciana in leading the family in the southron realms of men. Dacael Savus Lye'Domi, Lord Melphestaus Maelgar Pater Familis Melphestaus und Branch Imperiali
  2. Minuvas would ask his brother why he is terrorizing halflings, the next time he was in Haense.
  3. SERVUS SUMUS | ALWAYS I SERVE The Princely Imperial House of Melphestaus The City Elves of Almaris Origins House Melphestaus traces its origins to the first Kingdom of Malin’or, the ancestral head of the family having lived in the time of Malin. History records very little of the family at this time other than that they would eventually depart Malin’or to live with the other Mali’Aheral who departed the ancient Kingdom. However, the family head never bought into ideas of racial purity or the superiority of the Mali’Aheral race and within the family archives remains the original banishment decree of the family from Haelun’or - one which would not be lifted until almost eight centuries later. During this time the family head, Diamatus Melphestaus, would take the family to the Dominion of Malin - where he would go on to sire a single son, Maelgar Melphestaus, and begin a tradition that continues to this day. Adopting a Mali’Ker, to whom all descendants of this line affix Livarai to their name and a Mali’Ame to which all descendants of this line affix Daemyar to the surname Melphestaus. Upon his passing, Maelgar would become the family head during the family’s time in the Dominion - when the most important event in the family’s history would occur. Godfrey of great human historical account conquered the globe, subjugating all peoples to his banner. Maelgar, like many Elven seeds, clans and houses at this time bent the knee to this human Emperor. Loyalists, Maelgar determined that the age of Elves had passed - the age of men had come upon descendant kind. Rather than fight this current, the family has endeavored since this time to be committed to the betterment of Human kind, serving as the immortal link of their short lives between their ancestors. They have spent the bulk of their time living in the Empire of Oren, but a Melphestaus can be found in almost all Human realms - embracing them as friends, and serving as loyal mentors and comrades. The family maintains its Imperial nobility, stylizing themselves as Lords and Ladies - with the family head stylized as a Prince. In addition among its long list of honors, the family has held three knighthoods within the Church of Canon, produced at least two Canonist Priests, produced no less than fifteen written books, holds numerous villas and properties across Almaris, and has produced a Princely cadet house in the last one hundred years. Notable Family Members Diamatus Melphestaus. Pater Familia (900 - 1230) The Eldest Melphestaus is long in the grave but paved the way for the structure of the family today. Ensuring a singular family head and removing barriers between blood and adopted relatives - all Melphestaus’ were considered of equal lineage. Elven by all standards he spoke the language fluently and had many rivals within High Elven for his non-traditional thinking on other elven races and the mixing of elven sub-races. His greatest contribution to the family was the strong written tradition he imbued on his children. Maelgar Melphestaus. Pater Familia (1230 - 1776) The still living Maelgar served as the Pater Familia, or head of family, for almost five centuries. A talented scientist and clerk, he was misplaced for his time. He ushered the family to safety from numerous Haelun’or raiding parties attempting to return them for punishment, and protected them from dangerous bands of White Rose human supremacists who had a penchant for elven violence. Despite all this, Maelgar still found the time to rise within the middling ranks of the Imperial Bureaucracy - finding him and his family stable pay and a small level of influence within Imperial circles. He would sire three children over 500 years, Minuvas, Thucydides, and Aeyla and later adopting Hieran as a young boy. He would make numerous contributions to the family before falling to a bout of madness at the death of his wife. To include working on the Thanium Bomb in the city of Johannesberg, and formalizing a dialect of language in use by many City Elves often erroneously called ‘Imperial Elven’ - but which simplified the language and made it relevant to those elves who live in human cities. Before passing the head of the household to his son Minuvas, he ensured great wealth and patrician status for the House - though did not share it with his sons until much later in life. Minuvas Melphestaus. Pater Familia (1776 - Current) Minuvas has served as the family head for the last century, propelling the family from wealthy House to great heights of power and nobility in human circles. Luck would place Minuvas in the right place at the right time - having found a patron of the Imperial family, Princess Josephine Augusta, who would sponsor the young Minuvas through the upper echelons of Imperial society. Through his connections and hard work, Minuvas would achieve unimaginable stations of power that his family would have thought impossible a century earlier - he remains the only Elf to ever have held the Imperial Vice-Chancellery and ArchChancellery. He would also elevate the family to nobility, making the Melphestaus family a line of Imperial Princes, without claim to the Imperial throne, - a title Minuvas still holds. Minuvas used his position to advance the rights of Elves across all of Almaris, he ended the practice of ear clipping in Oren, mustered Orenian armies to defend his Dark Elf cousins in Urguan, and enshrined equality of the law for all Elves in Oren during his time. He would even gather and found a city of Imperial Elves, called Ephesius, and expanded this into a full Princedom which encompassed hundreds of Elves from across human lands - providing them a safe haven from the human provocations and racism of the time. Further, the family added two cadet branches - one which was also elevated to Princely nobility under Minuvas’ stewardship. For all this effort, however, he remained highly unpopular in many of the inner circles of Elven society who saw him as a threat to their ancient and storied past. During the Orenian Civil war, known as the brothers war, the Prince-Royarch of Elvenesse ambushed Minuvas and placed him into a severe coma - nearly ending his life. With the fall of the Imperial Crown, it became open season on the city elves of the Empire - who were hunted mercilessly without Minuvas’ protection. The rivalry between Minuvas and Kosher Daesmon is rumored to continue to this day, Minuvas having not forgiven Kosher for contributing to the merciless bleeding of hundreds of Elves in what is known in Imperial Elven circles as the “Elvendom Massacre”. Due to his coma, and events that have drawn him to build bridges with the Elven community - Minuvas has grown absent from the family, and whether he remains the head of the family is not clearly understood. He has sired no children. Hieran Livarai De Melphestaus. If there were any Melphestaus to rival the titan that was Minuvas, it would be his older brother Hieran. While Hieran never held formal leadership of the family, his explicit diplomatic and martial talent made him an invaluable partner to his brother, Minuvas. There is no story of Minuvas without Hieran. Equal to the meteoric rise of his brother, Hieran would be named the first elven General of the Imperial State Army and later as the Lord-Marshall of Haense. Contributing significantly to the family’s prestige, Hieran expanded the family’s holdings and wealth tenfold. Of notably less rhetoric and open conflict than his younger brother Minuvas, Hieran has long served as a voice of reason to the family - quietly contributing to the family. Hieran has received numerous military distinctions from many human nations throughout Almaris and he is considered one of the most respected members of the family. He is known in the family, however, as a somewhat absent father. Despite this, his many children have all relied on him at some point in their lives. Among his other more obscure honors is his Knighthood within the Church of Canon. Thucydides Melphestaus Youngest of the three brothers, Thucydides grew up without the warming education of their mother. Arrogant, ambitious, and manipulative - Thucydides often undermined the larger efforts of the family for his own personal gain. He did, however, bring prestige to the family through his involvement in Imperial Politics - serving as the first elven President of the Imperial Diet, where he frequently and vivaciously debated with Imperial nobility. He earned a great deal of enemies for the family, his brothers often preventing larger violence due to Thucydides actions. He was known to dabble extensively in the arcane, and often disdained the humans for which the family had sought to advise and protect. Thucydides secretly married a Sarkozy and sired a Half-Elf child, briefly being banished from Oren until his brother could convince the Emperor to rescind the decree. The whereabouts of his Human wife and his half-elf child remain a mystery today. For all this troubles, Thucydides had the scientific mind of his father - and amassed a great deal of magic artificery and knowledge. His last known whereabouts are unknown. Cadet Houses Cadet houses can trace their line back to the main line of Melphestaus, contributing to their prestige and honor. Unlike members of the main house, however, they no longer require approval for marriages, have no inheritance to the main line, their property and holdings do not belong to the main line. They generally adopt their own distinct rites, moores, rituals and mannerisms. Princely Clan of Ri’karth De Melphestaus Clan Ri’karth and House Melphestaus were joined by marriage in the time of Stygian Hollow. Zirath R’ikarth and Minuvas Melphestaus allowed the families to form their own Clan, absent from control of either Zirath or Minuvas, and authorized them to adopt their own clan banner. Princess Aver’wyn Ri’karth De Melphestaus was the most notable member of the family. When a member of Clan Ireheart threatened to cut the Princesses ears off, Minuvas rallied Imperial forces to a many years war against the Dwarves. While this ultimately led after almost a decade of fighting to an Imperial defeat, Minuvas reinforced to his family the level of commitment he would ensure to protect them. Seed Arvellon De Melphestaus Formed at the request of Wynanya Daemyar De Melphestaus, the seed lives primarily in the Vale. It carries its own unique traditions and mannerisms and holdings separate from the main house. Its household practices are the most divergent from the main house. Mali’ame of this branch do not necessarily share one name, as per the wood elven custom of joining a seed, or chosen family, which aligns with the interests and values of an individual. There are, however, collective expectations for this branch, as per Wynanya Arvellon de Melphestaus. Each member of the branch must reside in Nevaehlen, where they will learn Wood Elven customs and abide by the Vale’s laws -- which includes surrendering all allegiences to other nations. Mali’ame of this branch may keep their prior cadet name until their full initiation into a seed, at which point their seed name usurps the previous; such as a Daemyar de Melphestaus becoming an Arvellon de Melphestaus. Seed names are also not always inherited; this branch therefore has a particularly wide variety of cadet names depending on parentage and birthright. The Seeds de Melphestaus thus have dual and equal loyalty to their two families. Should the interests of their Seed and the House conflict, it is expected the individual will act in accordance with the customs of the mali’ame as a whole. NOTE: THIS LORE IS NOT COMMON KNOWLEDGE TO ANYONE WHO IS NOT A MELPHESTAUS
  4. An old and wrinkled Maelgar adds the missive to a pile of imperial documents, archived and in good order. Stashing them away for when they will be needed again.
  5. [!]The parchment bears the official bundling and administrative style of the late 4th Empire, the envelope waxed together the seal of House Melphestaus - the faded and cracked house seal signifies a stamp that is possessed by an elder of the family. A courier would deliver the letter to the known living members of House Melphestaus (Those in secret or who have not been added to the family tree would not receive the letter). Family members who opened it would see the following inside; Salve Famili Melphestaus und Drael Skies Ascenda, It is long past to summon the Famili spread about almaris. Our House has grown large und gloria, but it is a time of Vestir'Aurubus among the famili. The famili arbur is extensive und outdated, vir must renew our bonds of famili und updatio the lexicos and rolls-honorifica. We shall meet in the Famili Melphestaus Villa, you should all know where it is. Gater your Malsouni, Brothusi, Svesti, your Zohni, your Lari, und come meet your Patter'Magnir'Magnir. Nationales left at the entranci of the villa. But comes mit your gifts for the famili, stories, und bring your kindus. The Famili habemus some minores matters of discussio relatio to properties und holdings of the famili to resolve, but most of the nacht should be about famili. Do nicht forgetio uir proud dialect, mier famili. (OOC: Sunday, 21AUG - Time to be sent later) Dacael Savus Lye'Domi, Melphestaus Maelgar Patrikios, Eldari Famili Melphestaus, Pater Princeps Ebonwoodi und Consulares Orenia, Pater Strategos Haensenica, Pater Presidio Senatus Orenia, Vestulares Megas Doux Balian
  6. @Xarkly As a long time Dungeon Master , I am a big supporter of this. Players certainly can drive a story, but they inevitably don't have access to the sorts of 'mechanics' and tools that Game Dev does that can do things that kind of suspend reality in ways that create enjoyment for the player base. When I ran a small roleplay server as the Head Dungeon Master, I was responsible for developing an over-arching Long term storyline that would span years while the sub-DMs developed episodic "chapters" that might last a single map/season, and then a team of actors/NPCs helped bring these stories to life. Often we assigned different DMs to each of the 'factions' on the map, and then met frequently to make sure events were not biasing any one group. In addition, the DMs were not allowed to play - their purpose was to be DMs, NPCs, Actors and storytellers. I believe in one such storyline the DMs were represented by 8 powerful Archmages that lived in some tower who would sometimes 'descend' into the realm but we had competing interests, akin to the Greek pantheon. We got to have fun as all powerful Archmages, but our purpose was to drive a story - not force lightning people. However, it created a sense of wonder and power for the players. To address some previous players concerns, about 'impact' our team often developed branches to every story plan. A 'player success' outcome, and a 'player failure' outcome to ensure the story had weight. This ensured players felt there was consequence and that defeat was an option. I believe in one of the concluding seasons, the failure of the players resulted in a perma death PK for all current characters - and that all players had to re-roll new characters.
  7. The Elf would smile warmly at the map, despite misnaming the territory of the Ebonwood, of which he once ruled. A Malinist monk would eventually comment "An unusual sign of emotion for you Saneyir, something of this Valah cloth brings you joy?" Minuvas let out an elongated and deep breath "A past that once brought joy, but now is only a reminder of Valah betrayal. Let us not let emotions guide us this day, let us clear our mind of the past". He would eventually take the map, placing it into a pile of curios . Standing, once more taking on a balanced mountain pose before returning to his routine, leading the small gathering of the other Elves with him "Deep breaths, center yourself...let us think on the instructions...."
  8. A White-Robed Elf receives the missive, commenting to the disciples about him "Of course, I shall be there to see the High Prince address fi'Malin'or."
  9. "Larihei...a blessed being. Does this suppose her creator was of even greater Divinity? Perhaps the old Maheral has uncovered a revelation of Malin....or something else entirely. " Minuvas would stroke his chin, reading with curiosity what Braxus wrote.
  10. A letter is written to @CharmingCavalier, Henry Pentron. "Master Penton, A well written work. Valah passion is evident in your recounting, of which we shared a great deal. I recall my time as Princess Josephine's confidant and student as her time as Archchancellor, and later as her successor as some as the most trialing in my life. I look forward to your work on Archchancellors, do not hesitate to write. ~Minuvas"
  11. Rumors and sightings in the West The body of Minuvas, seen as gaunt and Ill had finished it's travels from the Ebonwood. Onlookers who may have seen the procession would have noted the sickly look to the Elf, unsure if it was a corpse being escorted to the grave or a living descendant. The Ebonwood people, friends of Minuvas and adherants to the way of Malin led the great procession of Elves from the former Imperial territory where they lived. By Malin's Will the people suffered no assault or ambush, having to ferry across perilous water travel, and hostile foreign forests. Traveling along paths used by the very people of Elvenesse that seemed intent to kill their leader. Uruks roamed the wilderness, looking for Elysians - though no doubt would also have liked to have befouled the Elven people. Enduring the hardships of the road, the month long journey saw the Elves had arrived finally..... In Vortice. The great procession came to an end. The hiding, the scurrying, waiting for patrols to pass - they had arrived in Talon's port pleading with their Elven leader to take them in. The Benevolent Lenora , took them all in. Minuvas' body taken somewhere unknown. The refugees began to fill Vortice streets with anticipation of the future, fond remembrance of Ilandria, and as they were approaching half the year with no sign of Minuvas health improving. They now called for healers and doctors across the realm to come look at the Elf. Malin's flock would live in exile this day, but their eyes already looked to the horizon.
  12. He who ‘Speaks’ for Malin (Part III) [ An Elf hurriedly ran into the room, “Quick! Get everything…everything. The books, the artifacts…get it all” the panic on the Elf was apparent as the healer tending to Minuvas dabbed a cool cloth on his “Wh…whats going on?” “Didn’t you hear? They say that Frederick fellow won the war, and he’s coming to kill us all” “Wait…w…why? What did we do…?” “It doesn’t matter, you want to debate this while some White Rose freaks come here to murder us. Or some Fenn decides were not a part of their future - or do you want to live!? We’ve gotta get out of here” “Wait, what about Minuvas….should we bring the headband?” “The bastard is dead, do you really think you’d want him to live to see this anyway?” “He’s not dead!” ……. “ No..I..suppose you are right” They looked between each other, realizing they might have consigned the man to death “Okay no…go grab some folks who believe in him, his ways, get all of those books he wrote - we will lead the procession from the city with his body.” They looked at eachother,then ran their hands along Minuvas’ forehead “We know no King but Malin” and his body was taken from Imperial Lands, his regent Veronna escorting his body, leaving behind a place he had called home for over a century] The Drifting had gone on again for some time. Once Minuvas had thought it a punishment, but now he had lost complete track of time. Whether he had been here for a few moments or all of eternity seemed irrelevant and unknown to him. For some time, the nothingness was maddening. But eventually….it became serenity and peace. His consciousness traveled the cosmos of his mind, the endless void about him. He felt himself slip away, memories of who he was, where he was from, what he believed melted off his body. Like the melt of a snowman on an unexpectedly warm summer day, each drip of water is like a memory departing him. But deep in his conscience was a core that was using all of what was left of him to hold himself together. From becoming nothing. “En Guard!” The Dark Elf boy cried, the sword penetrating into Minuvas’ chest. “Agh! You got me, its the end!” Minuvas grasped the wooden toy sword, making a dramatic sounding death in theatrical style. After a pause, Minuvas rose to give a speech “It was on this day that the conqueror showed his true colors, a tyrant! Oppressing the people!” He would continue for a few minutes, orating a lengthy monologue to the Dark Elf who mostly seemed uninterested. An Older High Elf walked by them “Enough with the games you two….always with the speeches Minuvas, you and Hieran run along…go get some bread from the market, it will be dusk soon in Helena” The image paused, blurring, Minuvas found himself looking at his child self and brother, looking and pondering. “I don’t remember this at all”. Yet Minuvas was nothing but a thought. His physical body did not exist, only his conscious mind - looking onward at a century old memory. “It was you” That ancient figure said in his low and lumbering powerful voice. “Was?” “I have remade you” The figure said, it's very words as he spoke and constructed Minuvas into reality before him now. “Who am I now?” He said as he looked down at himself coming into existence, unsure of what he was any more. Just a thought, something that occupies some dark space of some strange universe somewhere? “Who are you now?” The figure returned the question. Frustration. Now he came fully into his form, remembering these conversations. His mind began to anchor around this frustration. Without saying anything, as if already penetrated with in his mind “You do not approve? I have remade you as you see yourself. If you do not like what you see, it is you to blame” “I …what? I didn’t say anything” “You were almost ready. You still hold on. You speak less, but think the same” He told the stubborn High Elf “Am I to be judged for what I keep to myself?” Protested Minuvas, proud of his restraint - he felt. “The poison of the soul does not require the affirmation of your words to make it any more deadly. There is still arrogance. Divisiveness” He waited some time, silently - a full day perhaps, drifting with Minuvas before the figure added. “What good is a voice, if it cannot speak its heart?” “You continue to torment me, my King.” “The ignorant learn through pain” It added “I must be horribly ignorant” Minuvas said sarcastically “So you say” He rumbled. “Do you know who you are yet?” it adds “I am…Minuvas” The Elf added A long hmm, as if thinking “You are ignorant, but less than before. You are still not ready” And so came the nothingness once more. Embraced like an old friend, ah the comforting feeling of…being nothing…it wasn’t long before any doubts and frustrations he had melted once more away into the river of his mind. [The people hoisted Minuvas’ body onto the wooden platform, the Elves hoisting his body out of the Ebonwood. The procession was unceremonial, conducted in the dead of night to avoid Human patrols - only whispers of where it was to be taken. There was no doubt many thought these Elves who had been the target of countless hate would scatter to the winds, but the Elves of the Ebonwood knew home is where their people are - not the land where it settles. There was nothing long or drawn out about it. There were no weeping Imperials to bid a citizen a farewell, most of them were dead. The hushed whispers of his escorts could not raise too loud lest they attracted the attention of roadside bandits - or worse - How could it be? Minuvas wasn’t awake, his entire life had changed and he knew nothing of it.] ‘A Note sent to the Melphestaus Family: Family Melphestaus, The head of the House is too ill to continue leading it. It is the best medical advice received thus far that Minuvas may soon depart the realm of the living. You are encouraged to say your farewells to him, the next opportunity to do so may be at the foot of a tombstone.’ Chadwick Hemmington, Melphestaus family butler
  13. He who ‘Speaks’ for Malin (Part II) [ “He’s as cold as a corpse.” the Elven healer holding Minuvas’ hand said “Maybe he is one….I hear they’re making funeral preparations for him” remarked another who brought him new linens, and a cup of tea. “Bring that tea here into his mouth, the one that Luthriel said to make…and don’t say that! You would condemn the Elf in his own home? I’ve heard a rumor that if you speak ill of him, Malin himself will curse you” the other folded the linens and look over “You don’t actually believe that, do you? I mean, I like the guy and all, he took us in when every other Elven place thought we were freaks or lessers” a long solem pause between them “I don’t know. I used to think he was just a nice Elf who was a little crazy, but now….who knows. Don't you just feel something changing around here?” “Yeah, I do. A Civil War for the Humans, you know once they’re done killing themselves they’ll try to kill us” another long pause “If he lives, maybe…I dunno” the Elf threw a rag at the other “Stop with that if he lives! He will live, he must!”] How long had he drifted in nothing. Three days? Three weeks? A month, it might as well have been eternity at this point. He could sense nothing, feel nothing, he had only awareness of his drifting - left contemplating his last words so long ago to what he presumed was his Father. But after another month of this drifting, his eyes squinted suddenly - the darkness interrupted by a glorious sunrise over his face - and he felt once more. Warmth at first, then, the feeling of cool grass beneath his body. As if awaking from a dream, he rose once more in a field. He was wearing nothing but a simple white garment. Another dream? He reached for his ears, they were still jagged and cut - a damn shitty dream, he thought. This serenity ended when he saw a beautiful Elfess, in the woods, she was conjuring a great magic gate of marble - pulsing with a radiant light. Her very appearance was motherly, instantly drawing Minuvas to her like a moth to a flame. Many more of the pale, silver colored Elves followed soon, entering into this portal within- thousands into it! “Breathtaking…” That ancient and powerful figure said, now sitting with one legged propped between the other next to Minuvas. “Is this…the work of Larihei?” “So you say…” Such an obtuse answer, does nothing clear come from him. There was an awkward silence that followed them for a long time. Watching what occurred before them. Eventually Minuvas thought to prod the Elf’s primordial thoughts. “Aren’t you mad at her, she betrayed you, disobeyed your commands…took your people away” The Elf’s hue of his eyes changed once more when discussing Larihei “Do you anger at your infant child, Elf, when they stomp their feet and disobey you?” Before he could ponder the answer to that question a great crash shook Minuvas from his feet. He was now to the rear of a ship which had just smashed into shallow shoals. Minuvas stumbled to gain his footing, the ancient figure with arms behind his back kept a perfect balance - his bare feet seemed to sway his body in rhythm with the waves, never betraying his stance. Minuvas was drenched in the thundering rain and waves, choking on sea water - and hate. As if anger incarnate had swelled into his very mind. Another Elfess reached for a weapon, raising it high “Kill them all! Take everything!” the other Elves on the ship roared, leaping from the vessel and slaughtering and plundering the coastal town. The rain and the lightning drenched the town with wails, and in a single crack of lightning, Minuvas was transported to a great throne room. The same Elfess was now in chains before that ancient figure, who stood no longer at his side, but in command of the room itself. Minuvas could not hear the words, but the ancient figure gave a commanding point of his finger into the distance and she was dragged away. “One of his daughters left him, the other he sent away…to die by her own son’s hand” Minuvas remarked at the scene. The figure’s voice rose in anger “You speak. But you rarely know. You are still ignorant.” Minuvas pleaded “Tell me! Why do you torment me with this. Surely you are a demon, a shadow an agent of ibleese….I am being punished in some Valah conjured hell” “So you say it is” A deafening roar caused Minuvas to cover his ears. He turned around, transported to a new place. A fantastical dragon, not the great terror of ibleese, but a different one. The Dragon became a humanoid, and it embraced another bronze colored Elfess. The Earth swallowed the one who was a dragon.Tears filled the eyes of the bronzed elf. The Bronzed Elf departed,bow in hand, none followed her. “And the last of his daughters followed in his footsteps…leaving her people. His children, Aheral, Ker…Ame” The ancient figure responded, his language seemed older than existence but when he used the names for the subraces it was foreign, barely translating in Minuvas’ mind. The being itself struggled with the words, creation that had occurred beyond his power “You have seen, you have heard. Do you understand, have you listened?” Minuvas knew each word he spoke was being measured, thinking carefully before he responded“I have seen ....arrogance, a thousand fold. Division. Pain” A long silence “And who do you say that you are yet, Elf?” “I am the Elven Prince Minuvas Melphestaus, speaker of Malin” He says defiantly “You are still ignorant, unworthy. You do not yet know me as King” Minuvas wailed into the darkness of the void. Spiraling into they very nothing once more. His body had become nothing, only his thoughts drifted in the cosmic beyond. Alone. Cold. Dark, left only with the feeling of “Unworthy” in his mind. [The Healer looked him over “I’m not sure what else we can do. His condition isn’t improving. He shows the faintest signs of life, I’m not sure how much longer before he is no longer among the living....it is best we notify his relatives.”]
  14. He who ‘Speaks’ for Malin: Part I [ Blood soaked the dark oaken table within the tree palace of Ebonwood. Minuvas' body had been bludgeoned, sliced, his head especially damaged. He had been stripped unceremoniously after his attack, like a mugged highway victim. Beads of sweat formed on his head, his body shook as his eyes rolled into his head, and foam dripped from the side of his mouth. Courtiers and healers poured in "Everyone who doesn't know shite about medicine, get out!" yelled someone. "A warm cloth! Hurry!. infection! I need clean cloths, more clean cloths...By Malin, there's blood everywhere" Mourners wailed at the base of the tree palace. " Who!? Why!?" they cried. Wondering if this was the end. A martyr for Malin. The Ebonwood had known no elf like Minuvas, and they wondered if all they would know now would be of his history. This was the reality occuring around Minuvas, yet he experienced none of it. He was in another reality…another place entirely] Darkness. Drifting. Minuvas floated in his consciousness for days, alone, in pain…silent. Almost madenning. Then, it seemed when all light was finally to extinguish - he found himself in a tree palace, a balcony overlooking a horizon of forest, filled with Elves and their cities as far as he could see. He stood, confused, for some time before he spoke - not expecting noise to form from his thoughts as if his own conscientiousness had been reborn "Where am I.."he blurted out. The voice that responded spoke in a tongue that was alien, ancient, and powerful. Reality itself seemed to come into being around the sounds that were uttered, contorting vibrations into literal creation as it said "You are in Malinor" Shocked, surprised, yet not afraid. Minuvas realized he understood the Elf's language despite realizing he could not speak his tongue "What, how, Am I dead?" "You say that you are." A frustrating response, he thought. It was then Minuvas realized his ability to rationalize and use logic were available fully to him. He outstretched his hands, like a newborn realizing the sensation of their own fingers before looking to thefl figure. "Are you Aengul? A Daemon? Is this some illusion, a simulacrum?" The figure, he just realized, up until his point was entirely blurry. Only now did the Elf come fully into his focused visage, sitting on a throne that stood thrice the size of Minuvas. Firm hands gripped the edges of the throne, peering down at the small Minuvas. A crown adorned the Elf's head, his light colored hair and lightly bronzed skin, the hues of his eyes now blue, he spoke "What do you say that I am?" "Are you my father? " Minuvas replied. The figure said in a low echo , "I am not your father, but I am your Father" and in his ancient and powerful tongue the words' meaning were clear. "I say than, that you are King alone" Minuvas proudly stated, expecting admiration for his response. "So I am. Yet who are you? "I am Minuvas Melphestaus, Aheral Princep of Ebonwood, Warden of the Pale Aldemar" The figure clicked his tongue "Your words are foreign. Speak plainly, Elf " He tried again "I am Minuvas Melphestaus" Silence. "I speak for Malin" He added, finally. "You speak for me?" The figure seemed to raise in a voice that might be taken for anger, rising from his throne, the hues in his eyes taking a darker tone "I was the first of the brothers, I have communed with spirits as old as the world. I conquered ibleese, fought the great devouring dragon and slew the spirits that would consume the Elven people" The figure seemed to return to a calm state, returning to sit. Was this ..arrogance? Minuvas had witnessed. No sooner did Minuvas finish this thought did that ancestrally powerful voice rise once more "To what reason would I need you, to speak, for me?" And now the Elf had become similar in stature to Minuvas, approaching him directly to stare him in his face. Minuvas was over his head. Whatever he was dealing with was a primordial, and powerful entity that possessed an intelligence and wit far surpassing his own. He could not help but look away in embarrassment. "You are afraid. Ashamed. This is the first time you are speechless" the figure grinned. "I am. I do not feel I am worthy" "You are not. But I have chosen you" "Why? Why me? You yourself seemed to cast doubt on the need for a speaker. I was raised by Humans. The Princes, many would see me dead." Minuvas would say as he paced about the room, clearly brought to a distraught state. The figure snorted "A thousand crowns of a thousand Princes and Elven Kings will never amount to one gram of the purpose I have invested in you" "I am persecuted, hunted" Minuvas claimed in exasperation "I cannot do this anymore. End me, if it be your will" "You cast a mirror into the eyes of my children and you make them afraid. For you tell them of their arrogance and greed and they hear the truth. " "Am I to die for the Truth?" "If you must." He coldly responded. before adding "Have you cast a mirror to yourself, Princeps…..Warden….Aheral…How else do you divide your lineage from me, and claim yourself worthy to speak of me as King?" The feeling of guilt, shame, arrogance now struck Minuvas and he was again cast into the driftless void of his mind. Return to nothingness. Alone in nothingness…… [We're losing him! Someone go get a damn Doctor, we're losing the Princeps!]
  15. Ebonwood: Proclamation of Extremus His Serene Highness, Saneyir Minuvas Melphestaus, Mali, Speaker of Malin, Princeps of the Ebonwood, Warden of the Pale of Aldemar, makes the following statement in regards to the current situation in Oren. To our Imperial Valah friends, the children of Horen of whom we have made friendship with. We know this must seem to you a crisis. In the past century, I have seen not one but four conflicts for the legal succession of the Imperial Crown. Two of which I have directly served at the pleasure of that Crown. While it will offer no comfort to the suffering levies called to war, or the peasants and farmers who thought they had peace - now called back to armed conflict, I offer you two words of advice: these conflicts are rarely 'civil' but in time, they will end. We do not know the proclaimed Emperor Peter IV, nor his younger brother King Frederick I. I once deeply knew the Imperial Family, for many years, raising their children and mentoring and serving the household since the era of Peter the third. Princess Josephine Augusta provided me with an Imperial education unmatched in all of Almaris. The sovereign's father Emperor Philip III honored the Mali people with a simple promise, pay the Imperial tax, defend the Imperial Crown, and the Mali people shall be safe and left alone. I intend to honor this arrangement with whoever sits on the throne. Yet these sovereigns are strangers to me. The Elves, as a general rule, have no business involving themselves in the conflict between the fighting of the Imperial Household. We were proud to fight with the Empire against the Bortu who unjustly struck off the ears of our Mali brothers and sisters, but we have no business deciding Valah peerages and their leaders for the Humans of this Empire. We have heard disparaging rumors that the younger Imperial Prince, now styled King Frederick I, and we hope these are but rumors, shall support factions that would seek to repress and destroy the Ebonwood - I would warn the Young King against such an action.I have not forgotten the betrayals against the Sons of Malin, my ancestors,a century ago - a betrayal I had believed I could forgive , yet I am glad I have not forgot. I would have no qualm turning to our cousins from Fenn, Haelun'or or Elvenesse to find a sovereign who would respect our people to avoid this butchery, and where I shall rally the Order of Malin against any leader who seeks to committ genocide against the Elves. I shall remember this betrayal long after your children are in the grave - if true. Further, it is difficult to deny Imperial Law - Peter IV is the legal successor to the crown. Yet we already begin arrangements to meet with Frederick I and Peter IV respectively to determine the force of each-others claim, and dispel the rumors already being written to my palace. Not to determine who is justified for anyone other than the Elves. We encourage each Sovereign to meet us, and we shall measure their words carefully. I say to Emperor Peter IV and King Frederick I, do you come to reign as a terror over the Elven people or as friends as your ancestors before? Our people made an agreement between Empress Anastasia I and Emperor Philip III, binding upon their legal successor. This legal succession is in dispute, and thus we must declare a state of emergency for the Ebonwood. I declare a state of extremus within the Imperial territory of “The Ebonwood”, and decree the following. I. In order to preserve the continuity of government, the Ebonwood is now a Client-State-Protectorate of Oren, owing its fealty to the legal successor to the Imperial Crown as outlined in the Ebonwood agreement. Its status in this conflict, as of today, is NEUTRALITY. However, this decision is not final - I make this decision as Malin’s Will to ensure the safety of Elven people caught between Valah wars on each other. II. The Ebonwood shall execute full domestic and foreign diplomatic autonomy, to include the use of its Paramilitary wing of the Order of Malin and with the ability to enter agreements with other nations as a Sovereign entity. III. I have recalled Colonel Hieran Melphestaus from his duty as Colonel of the Imperial Legion, for his safety, and he has accepted this request. IV. All Elves of the Empire are directed to stand down from this conflict, until such time - if at all - a legal successor has been affirmed OR a genuine threat to Elves has been determined. As Every Emperor in Oren has been crowned by the Pontiff, to include Emperor Philip III and Empress Anastasia I to whom the Valah Church claimed anathema, we shall acknowledge this legitimate action as the historical and satisfactory precedent to affirm the legality of any claim. V. The Order of Malin is directed to take up no arms. As Speaker for Malin, I declare at this time that there is no threat against Mali kind. For our adherents outside of the Empire, we encourage a partial mobilization and preparation to answer further summons should either sovereign decide to take action in spilling Elven blood. VI. Ebonwood taxes shall be placed into a seperate account, to be paid in full, upon determination of the legal successor to the Orenian Crown. VII. As a client-state of Oren, in return for lands, it's full autonomy, and the defensive guarantee of its sovereignty, Ebonwood shall pay it's rents, and fight to defend the Imperial realm when jeopardized by foreign invaders - for the legal sovereign of Oren. VIII. The Ebonwood, at this time, shall not raise arms or pledge fealty to either Sovereign - with our oath of service still in effect for the Imperial Crown , we acknowledge the holder of the Imperial Crown is in dispute. IX. The Ebonwood shall endeavor to meet with each Sovereign to determine the validity of their claim, and the threat to Elves in this Empire. X. We ask that each of the participants in this conflict do not fight in Ebonwood territory, though we will take refugees, and aid the sick, wounded, and suffering from either side. XI. Violation of this recognition shall be seen as a threat to Elven kind, constituting a breaking of the Imperial oath to our people. We shall immediately declare for the other side of this conflict, and look to move our people into a place with a more benevolent Elven sovereign. THERE IS NO KING BUT MALIN Reverence - Community-Humility-Temperance-Industry
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