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Spiffing dare I say

Holy Sir Hieran has a small couphing fit as he read his name "Well yes- quite right dare I say *ahem*" He then composes himself sternly and marches back to the dining room of ravenmour "spiffing really yes, good to get some new people around I do expect" Gives one more firm awkward cough before folding the paper away

((oo extremely based)) :]

Hieran reads over the thesis with a raised eyebrow "hrm, hm hm? hrm!" He commented as he scanned it "hm yes, very good id say old chap" He mentioned to Hans in passing "Do tell Helena I said hello" Hieran waved a hand as he strolled off to the bank.

Hieran reads over it with a shake of his head "Then they will die braver than most"

+1 absolutely love this

Hieran reads over the quest, hand on his Moon Glow Blade "How curious. Something to slay, very good" He nods before walking to the window of his study, he can only just see the tips of the mountains in the far distance "I've been looking forward to this" He says with a smile

Ah so this is just a basic run down for me to keep track of it, its not a new active culture, I just needed some where to write up a bit on backstory, so i can better make sense of whats happening in the present

The Moon Glow Elves The Moon Glow elves are a group of dark elves that are centuries old. They held normal dark elf traditions at heart, but were always on a different path. All of them were trained from a young age to use a sword, and basic acrobatics. The spent the majority of their time in the east of the world, living temporarily in forests within Oren. All of them were trained in forgery, and developed a signature weapon called 'The Moon Glow Blade'. It was a ferrum and aurum blade with a purple tint. It had a golden counter-weight, with a black leather grip. They had a runic language, which they used to engrave all their weapons and armour. Their qualities in life were pride and power - yet holding respect for their elders and military superiors. They had strength in power and combat ability, but a weakness when they are at a loss, and have no power to change a situation. They were lead by a deranged elf called Kiror Livarai who wanted simply to have power over something, after he himself was thrown out by his kin. He lived by one quote: "Power may be defined as the production of intended effects. It is thus a quantitative concept" His successor - Hieran Livarai - left the group, after a failed attack on a group of dwarves, in which his parents were arrested and taken far off. After that, the group fell apart, and their members died one by one. What was left fled to Providence, or Dobrov. Though it had fell apart, they never forgot their old culture and brethren, Just never to meet again.

Hieran reads over the letter from within his study "Good luck my friend and cousin. I wish you well. It will be a shame not to have you about as our estate is built, though you are making better use of your time." He sends the letter of with a sad glance

Hieran reads over the letter "Yes, it would appear I was given the wrong books" He shakes his head " No matter, at least i know about both of them" He scribbles a note : Top half - Owyn I Lower half - Exalted Owyn

Exalted Owyn was the best of us. He spent his life in order to make a better tomorrow for us. Though in his time he was looked down upon as corrupt and venal, we now reflect on him in a better image. His role in the founding of orders has made a brighter future for those who worship GOD. He has been a subject of controversial debate for all time, but I believe that without him, I wouldn't be where I am today. His reign as king of Ruska spanned from 1421- 1435. Born in 1381, he ascended to a life of nobility within Oren, thought generally to be one of the most wealthy members of society for his time, and long afterwards He died at the age of 76, though by that point his life's goals and needs. Unlike other people in his position, Owyn took up a path of arms and martial training, leading later on to our great order. This lead to him killing Haren, despite being told otherwise. The lord spoke: "O Owyn, Son of Godwin, Son of Horen, you spill the blood of your uncle in the tabernacle of Horen. Even as My holiest city was sacred in spite of Harren’s rejection, it is spoiled by the blood of kin." He then left the lords Holy City, to continue his life to what it became from then. As spoken in book of silence: "At Owyn’s command, the brothers set shepherds over the flock of men, and so created a priesthood for their instruction, in anticipation of the second son of spirit." And from then, with GODS blessing, the order fully took shape. Here we stand today, with the might and knowledge of those who came before. Signed by, Hieran Livarai de Melphestaus

lets gooo

gonna be a good one

Hieran walks to a spot away in cloud temple and whispers a few words "This. this is were I first sold him as a slave." Great sorrow dawned on him, he would never be able to sell Legolas as a slave again And nothing broke his heart more Goodbye Legolas