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“This won’t save them…NOT FROM THE CHAMBER OF FIRES NEVER ENDING FURYYYY!!!!” said a silly Vivien Maelstorm

[!] Attention all citizens of Sol Helious ( 16th Of Lunar's Grace In The Year Of The Second Sun 82 S.S.Y) By the Order of Her Serene Highness, Order 12 is now Declared Order 12: Upon the highest threat of war, danger or invasion. All citizens within the city incapable of fighting must evacuate the city, to other designated parts of the world. This means all citizens for a temporary time being must leave the city, while the Sol’tarrio and the Solaric Council alleviate the issue/threat. Those within the age of 1-15 seasons, may not engage within the issue/threat- and must evacuate the city, Elderly who are incapacitated, Pregnant mothers, and any incapacitated or disabled individuals must leave for allied lands or other lands which their families also share. The Royal family besides the eldest men and Matriarch and Patriarch, are evacuated to [REDACTED], all resources shall be also sent to location 3, all ships of the Solaric fleet are hereby repurposed for combat and evacuation processes. Trade routes for allies shall be closed till the issue is handled. The Sol’tarrio, are hereby moved to DRAFTING phase, all eligible women and men and others, of the city over the age of 16 must adhere to this order, and will be recruited into the military.[END] Additional Note: If at any circumstance, the citizen is recovered and capable of fighting- they have the right to chose whether you wish to participate in the fighting. Signed Her Serene Highness, Ember Mah'nel

Dear monks of cloud temple While it’s true my city is a scar upon the land, I have many contributing stock holders, students and friends within the start state. It is imperative that a mine is rectified within their domain- to insure that commerce both commercial and military products are made and produced, so that trade with the crown of Celia’nor and its Allie’s may continue trade with the Munnel Merchendise company. i pray this letter only improves the persuasive goal and shows the importance of the need. - Munnel Merchandise Trade .Co

As Ember prepares her armies to fight- one of her men suggest she goes to visit Ra’hamun, not to only rally them- but to ridden herself from 6 days of non stop work

Ember looks down, her eyes dry and her will strong yet- she was triggered by the missive she found in her visit to the horde. ”the damn snake himself is back. History is really hard for repetition”

The royarch seemed to be in her captains quarters as the days passed with no sleep. Yet only a bottle of whiskey to keep her awake. Her scouts died to get this one report in. “I have to adapt. Find a solution Ember find it…” said a desperate elf pacing around her room.

I personally don’t wish to be vassalized by people who would shit on my community or treat them incorrectly. This is why I have stuck to amathine for so long and will continue to do so. vassals become realms for irp and ooc reasons. Whether their rp involves their moves or some ooc issues occur where such actions are needed. sadly things happens, but I also don’t think realms without any rp or activity for a long period of time should continue to run, and try to find a place to keep their community under, in which case vassalization is an ok option.

Ember’s hand maid receive the lodge summons as she goes to wake the shaman royarch up. as ember awakens- she sees the missive and then angrily pouts ”IM a FuGGin MonArch- SpIrIts Be DAMMNED- leMme SHLEEEP!!!!” she then fell back asleep shooing her hand maid away. However the maid scheduled the princess to show up at the lodge for this.

Vivien upon the hill used her spyglass to watch the terrain, across was that exact haenser watching. She witnessed the monster the fortifications and she simply gagged “ok- a- Alright- this seems…..interesting”

My only question is why not a lair, why make it into a realm?

Ember looked upon the weekly missive with her expression stuck In a cringed out smile. “Well….the dead do come back…. More prideful than before….”

Bless the tech team

Treaty of Hyspia and Helious -The Viceroyalty of Hyspia and Sol’Helious- Agreed on this 20th of Suns Smile, Year 162 SA.2- The Principality of Sol’Helious and The Viceroyalty of Hyspia This document refers to The Viceroyalty of Hyspia, and The Principality of Sol’Helious; hereafter referred to as ‘signatories’: ARTICLE I: SOVEREIGNTY The signatories, do pledge mutual recognition of sovereignty and agree: I. THAT the power of rule of each signatory in their respective territories shall be fully respected by the other; II. THAT the signatories accept the others authority as the representatives of the will of their peoples and thus shall recognize no other position claiming such. ARTICLE II: NON-AGGRESSION The signatories enumerated do mutually agree that any forces affiliated with their banner, nation, reigning bloodline, etc., shall not engage in military action against the other signatory. If such were to occur, the signatories shall endeavor to resolve the issue diplomatically. I. The Signatories formally enter a pact of non-aggression. II. The Signatories refrain from participating in any conflicts that put them at odds with one another. III. Residents of the Signatories are protected while in the Respective territories so long as they act within the laws of the respective realms. IV. Attacks from third parties residing in the territories of The Signatories will not be considered acts of aggression, but must be dealt with by the government of the offending party's residence. V. Guilds or mercenary contracts stationed within the territories of The Signatories will be subject to legal prosecution if offending the pact in city limits or on citizens of either city. ARTICLE III: Cooperation I. Citizens of The Signatories can, if they are found in committence of a crime in the territory of the other, be sent back to the other, for the purpose of punishment. II. The Sol’tarrio will do joint training with The Order of Francisco- the joint training will not be for any war, however it will simply be to exchange techniques and forms to raise the strengths of both Orders. III. The Signatories Will share any information about darkspawn and Ibleesian cultist/Azulyte groups or draconic beings. They will share and assist each other with any issues concerning such and assist in fighting the threat against them ARTICLE IV: Trade Alliance I. The Signatories shall be allowed to enter each other’s territories in order to trade whatever items may they be selling, unless it breaks any of the aforementioned articles, or the laws of A Signatory. II. The Signatories shall each be granted a tariff-free stall within the lands of the other by an appointed member of the Signatories citizenry and/or government. ARTICLE V: DURATION The Signatories agree to enter into a pact of the aforementioned clauses, for the Duration of 20 years, and it may be renewed at a meeting appointed by either side. Signed, Her Serene Royal Highness, Ember An'na Mah’nel, Co’trine ou’ Yagrasylvvy, Gine ou’ Silme'pol, Ambassador ou’ Sol’Helious, Sil’rumeiry Sentinal ou’ da Sol’ tarrio, Ac’Luzxi ou’ Kni’ich Sol’ Helious, Taur, a’ Ruke ou’ Alterk, a’ Lunderia, Magin ou’ Vali’mae, Co’tr ou’ Voclia, Cond’pos ou’ Oblen, Vaton ofu’Achyae & Sievis, Gin ou’ Sen’nyor, Haelunai’Gine lu da Sol'talonii ou’ Mah’nel HIS HIGHNESS, Cesar II de Pelear, Viceroy of Hyspia, Duke of Pacazu, Baron of Arenisca and Del’mar, Lord of Ladorada, Lord of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Gran Maestre of El Orden de Francisco, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk, Patriarch of House de Pelear HIS VICEROYAL EXCELLENCY, Sergio Harold Othaman, Gran Canciller de Hyspia, Lord Minister of His Highness’ Government

“WAIT-…isn’t…no the queen was…am I old?” Vivien seemed terribly confused. Was the queen older than her or was she older. “My head hurty” she groaned in a childish tone

A traveling Shaman looked down at the missive, as she came to the city of kaethul, she looked down at the grounds seeing hoof prints and said prints dragging into the amphitheater. Then she saw the missive in the bulletin board. ”not even neutral realms are safe. Damn this war.”

“There is no honor in magicka, thus I ponder will they send a mage to klomp with their own hands or swords- or will they send an atronach?” The elven shaman inquired to herself while she read. Ember was not a fan of the void, that doesn’t include she didn’t have voidal mages as friends

No different than sand, Tusk, dust and Sunsets- The Pilgrimage to the Iron Horde Journal Log 224, On The Month of Sun Smilet. (OOC: 1/2/24) 'Rumble, Rumble, Rumble- CRACK!' The rock reveals a soft white pink hand slipping, as it soon showed Ember climbing the great red and white sandstone mountain, Mt.Mordor. of the Iron Horde. Huff, puff, huff, puff Ember , in all her time, never experienced the intensity, the struggle, the pain of rising to the top. Ironically she usually used her intelligence, wit, and wisdom to climb all the way. Huff, Huff, Puff “Nghhhaaaah!!” She grunted and shouted as she leaped upwards to another rock, which the one below her fell ever so forty meters below. Her brows and finger tips dripped brown and dirt like sweat and her feet covered in gray color, filled with the dust, burned and charred as if she been walking for days. The elf continued to rise till she met the top. There a sign greeted her, some sort of Olog or Orc was here before her. And across- about twenty or so meters she witnessed two orcs climbing the mountains from afar with so much ease, swiftness even, they chased the human girl over the mountain only to throw her off there after. Their loud laughter and high fives echoed in the silence, as they slid down the sandy hill, Ember stood witness at the view of San’beariue or at least their new capital city. For once, she never noticed how large the land truly was. Ruins stood tall, and spikes filled with human and High elf heads littered the entryway, just as much as orcs populated their encampments. Ember then stepped forward and slid down the sandy hill herself. She began her long trek to the lodge in the hopes of seeing more shamans than normal urukin. However Upon reaching there, an earthquake happened, and thus the Uruks rode out in their rhinos and bulls, some in steeds as well. Countless of them flowed out the blackstone walls, as one stood by and looked at her, then simply dashed back to his company. Upon taking a step, she saw a head of a wood elf, buried amongst the sand, then the one head soon became two, three and four, thus she noticed the sands behind her were the graveyard of Mali and valah who simply befell by brutality of the urukin. In her hands were dried stained sand, which had already been painted by the red stains left behind by these buried bodies. Ember noticed how they were buried, and how the sand was a deeper gold than earlier when she came to the klamor on visiting the Uruks. In her mind, she remembered that blood takes time to dry, and enough time to soak into something like sand. However with the brutality, came a grand revelation; One that she never thought she would see. Upon entering the city, she saw- civilization. Many uruk elders of old age and fae-uruk and kubs roamed the land, some farmed what seemed spiked cactus, dragon fruit, Elders chopped large pieces of meats and elfs as they threw them into bowls, and kubs played fight with sticks and leather balls, shamans stood in their lodge smoking and speaking amongst each other. The elf remembered that with all the pain the orcs cause, in the end they are no different than she was. They had lives beyond the pain, they struggled just like she does, and they too came from the same dust, dirt and sand in which the descendant kind came from as well. In her mind- she pondered this. As she made her way through the urukin land, finally arriving. Diary Log 227 It has been a couple days since I began my trip north to the Iron horde. I had been interrupted for too long so I had to leave. My people will be fine this time around hopefully, I have much faith in them. Through everything I hope Vladrick can maintain himself, were it not for my humble and graceful soul I would order for his execution, but it paid out- Lani is happy, Hes happy- everyone else is happy. While I am gone, hopefully they can continue the drawings and planning out of the reconstruction of my city. When I arrived in the Urukin lands, crossing the borders through the Jungle was extremely easy, yet humid. Upon doing so I finally made it into their land- and began my long, painful trek. The dunes felt endless, The compass I had was broken and I ran out of water the second day. It felt like hell, I always wondered if this is what the Urukin have to deal with on a daily basis, constantly roaming these lands for a cactus to harvest water. Especially since not every cactus can hold water, finding the right one must be difficult and quite the toil. I felt the spirits call to me, their echoes in my head telling me to push forward. And only forward. However as I arrived at their inner borders, separating the Hyspians and uruks through mountains and plateaus made from corrosion, sandstone and dust- I began to climb. My father used to do a lot of climbing in his patrols. He said that the hardest mountains are the ones where we have to constantly look up to ask if we are there yet. He always told me that mountain climbers don't worry if they are there yet, but they only worry if they can get there- so they focus on the next rock above them. So I ascended, rock by rock, cliff by cliff, stone by stone, I continued to ponder if the next rock was strong enough to hold my weight. I struggled, and I painfully rose to the top. Ironically, across the mountain top I saw orcs, chasing what I could think was a balianite girl, only to catch her and throw her off to her death, A sad sight indeed, but one that I was not in the mood to look closer. However from the mountains- I saw the great dunes. I pondered why the orcs loved this land, as much as they love wars. This land, even desolate and dry- was beautiful. Nature and greenery is beautiful, but to see a land of gold dust under the orange sunset is but a sight to see. From there I saw the capital, so I made my way there. Upon entering the city, I saw the Orcs ride off to battle, the rex on the lead. They mustered in great numbers, ologs riding bigger steeds like bulls and Rhino. Orcs rode on their masculine steeds. However as I entered, I witnessed something no other descendant would think the orcs were capable of, civilization. Through time, the orcs made a name for themselves, savages- mongols, raiders, menaces. But through all that, in some form, they too, have wifes, children, and society. As I stood in front I saw women collecting and farming what was a spiked fruit, and dragon fruit. Some were harvesting the water from the rose bush cactuses which only grow every four months. Orcish children were swinging on beast bones and playing war, and young orcs stood behind to help the elders and to guard the camps. It was shocking, it bewildered me, it made me almost think that these weren’t actual orcs, that's where it dawned on me. In all aspects of descendant kind, we are all savages, menaces, mongols, raiders- and even so we manage to sleep soundly at night after we slaughter many other descendant kinds. Whom are we to label them as such. I remember a time when elves used to dump humans and dwarfs into acid pits, or Humans crucify others, Orcs only live in such brutish mentality, because it is the only way they believe one will fear them, so that they may not be in such a position again. It's normal amongst descendants, like the US. In the end, my work here will be great, to be in the presence of Krugs children, to understand them, and hopefully share a moment to understand the spirits from the beings who met them in the first place. Hopefully the motsham will show his wisdom once more.

“The king of Balian is gone” said a fox to Ember “is he now… another king past. Since the days of King John, Now it’s a queen, soon the age of kings shall end. I pray these ‘queens’ are worthy to wear their crown.” The shaman sat amongst her lake as waterfalls echoed around her she simply meditated.

(Dang Sarah really got the short stick- I’ll upvote the pk post)

Somewhere in the distance of an escorted carriage lied Ember, the sun was bright where she rode, she then felt a sudden sensation upon her ears. The Elfess felt as if someone had joined the eternal light, and claimed it as their own. Her smile was wide l- proud and most of all excited. Hopefully she’d meet this new star child. she was happy however that in silence her messege in the Ashen state was loud and heard. “It’s working” she said

The dream of scales. . . [This is a prophecy has gone through one character however there after, those who withhold MA’s in prophetic abilities (seer, vivification, Naztherak, Farseer) and to those who are partaking in the events hosted by the Azulytes, Sun elf (Mali’Solarii and Rah’mun), Bronze bands, and Ibleesian cults ect… may see this vision.] Upon entering into a state of sleep or rest, you dream, or see an ocean, an endless one, glimmering aqua marine as far as the eye can see. You look down, and you see that you stand amongst the waves, your feet trinkled with the salt water, then from below you, pure white milk begins to mix upon the large body of water, with great efficiency soon the water around you turned into a milk, echos and whispers of old blah began to flow with the wind. “zaug- gothûrz, zaug -ar snû burz” Soon, you’d begin to fall into the water sinking into the depths below, eyes following you as you sink ever so deeper, whispers of ancient blah continue to vibrate in your ears, Pleading to you to answer. Everything around soon becomes dark. [Art by Fabioso Fusco] You light a torch, In Front of you is a endless forest of birch trees, towering above you. Eyes- all you see in the distance are eyes. A distant hum is heard. The hum soon became chanting, Mortals wearing robes raising a child above the fire, the babes' wails echoing. In the fire- a totem, a relic, an ancient past unlocked, the child then is thrown into the flames, the embers risen in red, as the totem is taken, risen above the sky, the embers turned green- a malflame is lit, and so was this relic. The echos of ancient blah still whisper into your ears. “zaug- gothûrz, zaug -ar snû burz” Where the echos came, soon after the view changed, you were back at the beach, staring off into the endless white ocean, the milky waters touching your feet as you hear once more from both the darkened rumble of something pure and something powerful “We must have power- We must stop the darkness” “Find them- Find the final pieces.” And to those who align with the darkness, who kneel before chaos. The dream ends in a void, as whispers and eyes appear around you. Only saying. “Find it- find the sacrifice.” Thus a vision comes to close, you awaken in a puddle of sweat, fear maybe, or excitement altogether.

Ember pons this missive in her travels from one border to the next, as she made way to vortice she stopped and entered Aaun, she looked at the poster board and saw this missive hung in it ”HE IS STILL ALIVE?!” she excluded seeing the red barette artificer handwriting still being woven in papers till today.

A word, put more in the history (not that it’s enough- but possibly references; maybe a post- unless my glasses are blurry and I’m missing it.) I have a strong belief that Candle is a good fit, like many of my friends state she’s been grinding for the vale in her own corner- and in role-play many of those close to her have shared their witnesses to her character being a big contributor to the Naevelehn. (yes I spelt it wrong I- I can’t get right) On the topic of builds, I personally do not build however if there is a build that has been made by someone else- one should ask (even if it’s left behind anyways!) It’s courtesy and assurance on a ooc level to ask- so that if someone else tries to accuse any one of stealing, It can be dismissed quick! (my 2 cents gamers gl with the settlement app candle! <3)