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"May stories continue to ring out for dear Evelyn, her song never left unsung!" An elf who has heard of her immortal Kleos will be adament to preserve her story!

The Wizard King himself stitches new stars to his robe and polishes his crystal orbs in preparation "May the unwizardly filter themselves from Wizcon!"

Blessed Hoplites, arms polished, prepare for the Next Great Games!

Larihei of War ______________________________________________________________________________ Since even the most ancient times, that Antediluvian age, when the great seas had yet to rise and swallow the vast lands, separating the many continents, when those most blessed and everlasting yet roamed the cihi streets, and Acalanti had yet to sink beneath rolling tide, Haelun'or had been a great cihistate. it was by the actions of brave, singular individuals, those with the deepest of convictions and power of self and actualization that had always steered the course of our eternity. Through their deeds, history is forever marked, and eternal they live. Not simply in the depths of some unknowable history, but in the world, in your deeds, in your very blood. Living! Is even the most ancient memory! For this fact, we know we may easily come to see deeper truths of not just what has composed us, but through what paths most natural would lead us, in this continual 'growth', or progress forwards from an initiatory state, one must first attain that, which makes the foundation for this state! To initiate from great foundation, one may achieve ever greater heights, through the ever-perfection of the growing ways of what had composed them. This is the role of that great, singular individual. To bring about this state. Not as mere benchmark, but also springboard. For, if one, of blessed birth, had followed truly the way of her mothers or fathers, to whom they were at least acquainted with at birth, and assuming the blessing of good names and deeds of their parents, they would find themselves inheritor of this near limitless source of knowledge, strengths, and eternal glories of the paths walked by those before you. To be the great individual, is to be the Mali on the ascent. To go forwards, always, into the great light of eternal progress and perfection. That your conviction drives before you what must be taken to reach that higher state, to bring those eternal glories to you and your name to those around you, and shape the world so through all, you may achieve that most immortal Kleos, so all after you are touched by your light for all time. In this way, our greatest lady, Tahu'Larihei acted, as that Hero, who had risen truly, through word and wit, spear and shield, health and progress. This of course, logically, is the way one achieves that eternal perfection. Ever-striving, ever-growing, so your own Kleos grows, and it is your example followed by that blood enriched by your inclusion. It is within our cihi that every Mali'thilln is the champion of an ancient unbroken legacy. For this, we seek to act in ways which bring blessing to those around us, those of the most Silvered blood. Yet, in this same swipe, that hero, just as lady Larihei lifts her blade to defend what is true and pure, so too must that individual, COURAGE welled in his heart, heft his spike to any challenge. To take what he needs by that spike, be it fine silver nibbed pen or spear of Cruel Bronze. Do not shun the ways of our forefathers, for it is only quite literally true, that your ancestors too, stood shoulder to shoulder besides the Silvered Maiden, to face all trials, so you may have chance to enjoy Blessed Life. Gather your spike in your hand Go forth and take it That divine glory most eternal For what is one without Kleos, but merely one passing with the wind ________________________________________________________________________________ If you aren't a hero to your people, what are you? -Amberlan Aldin, ancient Sillumiran Defender of Elcihi'thilln

"May the wise and well-known Elibar'acal find succor in The Blessed Lands of their Eternal Youth. Truly! To reclaim one's lost lineage is to be best. To embrace with full heart the ways of their people. May those who deny truth know they tread waters which may lead to the path most tarnished."

"May that brave Bortu speak well his feelings so ALL may bare witness and know instantly the vileness espoused by these 'folk', for they do ne seek your help, they do ne seek your peace, they truly wish upon those they subvert only the worst. For truly, if they sought to be good, they would DO good! Far from it, as it is clear by the way their forces operate, not only are they unstable, but unmanaged as well." The hoplite warrior reads the missive and shakes his head "They taint his flesh, they curse him in the face of his gods, and now he suffers this disgrace and impurity thoroughly. I urge ALL Bortu to heed brave Irongut, so they may know truly that which has happened, that they accept him readily in their folds of comradeship, and they may root out what taints the world"

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"The Elibar'acal speaks but only with whole truths here. For it is very rare besides our union of magicians and those LADS who grace the Iron Temple and Blessed Baths to gather for even the sharing of news and intent! May every Mali'thill have a place to speak fully and truthfully the ways of their selves, and their devotions and lbours to our Citystate. I invite ALL such Mali'thilln to SYMPOSIUM to discuss the organization of such things"

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"To attain the Immortal Glory, that UNDYING KLEOS! Such known, to have touched the world and made your presence felt by all time. THIS is to TAKE the sweet wine from the vine! So all may forever bask in the glow of your example, and your greatest memory." Truth spoken by a beautiful elven Hoplite, leader of that brazen band, the Akaleh'Misthios, and HERO of the High-Walled City, FIRST of Haelun'or. "May we meet one day, soon-to-be heros, for if we stand shoulder to shoulder, or blade to blade, may we meet one another, as legends, the deeds of one another bright upon eachother's minds."

Donning his most beautiful toga, and most fragrant oils, a beautiful high elf smiles delighted! "The victors, bringers of summer should taste well of their fruits!" He picks up a treasured amphorae of his wine and prepares himself for the festival! "Oh Maliyu, may we find delight in such joyful times!"

"SLIME?! In OUR Du-LOC?!" The wizard king sees the slime, gazing through his orb from the top of a tower... "It has not been less than a dozen years since the last time Du-Loc has had... Such danger... Such HIGH-ADVENTURE!" The wizard's eyes glow with FURY as he arms himself, staff and crystal ball, to traverse the land and find 'Willing volunteers' BRAVE ADVENTURERS! To join his FELLOWSHIP OF HEROES for a CLASSIC Du-Loc adventure!

"Another glorious sporting event! May our BRAVEST citizens show all others, now, their prowess and ardent skills! For what is one if always he stands stagnant and ungrowing? Unfulfilled!" A martial instructor, hero of the citystate speaks plainly! Before those citizens around him! "Know rightly, my Comrades! All together, our shields protect one another." Readied for this, he keeps himself trained, hefting biggly at the Iron Temple

"As stability increases in the east, the most enlightened Cheesemaking nations only grow stronger together!" He beams brightly, seeing the note! "May stability and peace in the east remain! FREE OF IMPERIAL AGGRESSORS" A high elven hoplite polished his spear! "May imperials and foes stay from the noble lands of the far east!"

"May the proud warriors of Clan Ireheart do well by their ancestors! Their ancient tradition, dragonslaying, hallowed by nature, is one of enlightened ways of the most honorable peoples. Surely those bright Dwed would be happy to see a spear of bronze hefted alongside their bortu steel... For they are not the only ones who will NOT suffer the slaves of the Worm" An elven hoplite looks over to his polished panoply with a thought on his head....

"Oh our great venerated elders, may you know that our will has never wavered, our strength never waned. For we stand together, brother, sister, as comrades! May all know the true ways of our ancestral Homeland, this blessed motherland which we inherit from those who came before. May our strength, wisdom, and courage only grow as we stride through these times! Know we will not bend to the throngs of 'ata beyond our walls, oh Elders, bring us a Maheral pure of soul, kind of heart, and steady of will! For we need one who KNOWS what is pure, a citizen and a true Patriot." A beautiful elven sailor speaks out, his breath light and airy "I, Pamphilos, shall put before all, willingness to see this through!"

"May all false notions of thrones and crowns fall before our spears of cruel Bronze, for, fellow citizen, know truly, those Mali'ata who YET seek to despoil what is truly pure, what is good, and to bend further and further to the likes of princes, 'SERPENTS' and despotism, bringing to their lands the sicknesses and ill-health, may we, THE BRAVE CITIZENRY, the noble Republic, stand shoulder to shoulder, shields lined against one another, be THANKFUL that they have left. FOR THEY HAVE GONE, AND THE 'ATA CHASED FROM THE LANDS! The truest, the Mali'Thill always defend our most ancient traditions and sublime ways. Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya!" A brilliant hoplite, polished and primed, stands before those others. "Citizenry! Be driven! For soon, it will not be THEM who takes glories from the clutches of the fates"

A great monument, built of eternal gravel looms over the walls... You feel charged and energized... An indescribable force beckons you forth The entire realm Thrums with power, as stars align in position above the center of the world. A great charge is felt by all who approach In that place, spoken of in legends, The Leylines conflux, carried along specific dimensions and cast skyward, as indeed. All power flows along those lines... Like rivers coursing into the same great lake, All that power meets here in Du-Loc. The wheel turns, the ages shift, and the moons phases turn... Higher rises the Gravel Pyramid ____________________________________________________________________________________ FOR IT IS BY YOUR LORDSHIP'S UNDYING GRACE AND ETERNAL VIGOR, OH SHIRTLESS PHARAOH, YOUR VISION LIVES ETERNAL IN THIS WORLD! Letter from the Magocratic citystate GREATER STILL does the Thirsting Gravel grow. Monumental efforts by only the most devoted of Du-Loc's elite high-caste loccers. They bring gravel by the Kanton from her ancient storehouse and flooded mine. STOCKS of candied gravel serve as indestructable mortar to bind the very Gravel Bricks of this Gravel Pyramid. HIGHER STILL WE MUST BUILD THE PYRAMID! The ley-lines charge, collecting energy into a vortexual beam directed straight up... Soon, when the stars align, we will scrape the moon... POWER GROWS as the most devoted give their blood, their sweat, their very SOULS! Willingly! To The Pyramid, to DU-LOC! And now, eternally they are honored. Their bloodlines forever sealed as sons of The Pyramid Builders. The highest caste of loccer... GREAT DU-LOC! BRING YOUR GRAVEL, BRING YOUR SPELLS, BRING YOUR SLAVES!... We will build this Pyramid High! Just to see if the Man-Maker was right! Signed Abraham The Blue, Wizard King ___________________________________________________________________________________________

A hoplitized hero begins to gather The Lads... he has some questions that need answering since the days of Might Kivdrona's fall...

MAGOCRACY DECLARED A Perpetual State of Ascent, The Inevitable Truth Revealed ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ RISE GREAT DU-LOC, RISE. OUR BELOVED LORD, MY GREATEST FRIEND HAS PERISHED I MOURN WHAT WAS WHAT IT WAS GOING TO BE AND WHAT IT SHOULD BE BUT NOW WE RISE. FOR ONLY ASCENT CAN YET SAVE HER GREATEST DREAM All things pass from this world, only those with the will to take what is ephemeral and make with it the world can exist eternally even through True Death. This is the truth that Eternal Brae had recognized, and in the lordship's passing, it has fallen to me, Abraham The Blue, Court Wizard of Du-Loc, to take High-Seat atop The great Spires of The Loc. In this time, I challenge all the greatest Wizards of the world, I do not mind your practice, whatever it be you hold in your grimoires is of your concern. If you do not violate the STANDING LAWS OF THE GREAT LORDSHIP OF DU-LOC then you may compete to face me, through ancient rite, for the title I take now. Wizard King of Du-Loc This ancient Rite, Partaken by Wizards, allows the Usurper to take such title as he needs. As long as he is a wizard... Dear reader, know those Wizards who instead JOIN me in the stewardship of Du-Loc, shall be privy to the deepest of arcanas, Aid me in erecting The Gravel Pyramid to honor our Lord Brae so GREAT DU-LOC may return soon to its Lordship's Line of descent, and her Greatest lord's final wishes granted, may this title be dissolved returned to Court Wizard!.... Dearest LOYAL HIGH-CASTE DU-LOCCERS! Those who had remained during the Times of Ill-Will, when all the omens above our fair lordship, from the bustling inner-city, to the golden heartlands of Wheatfield and the beautiful hills of Ferremore, know me well. Because I like you had existed here since before even her golden age. That age of High-Adventure, yet blossomed. Bands of rugged adventurers once again roamed the land as in the age of Heroes of the past. Great Du-Loc, long-withstanding braved the tides of everything. Now once more we may brave that proverbial 'frontier' of High-Adventure. For soon, it will return... OH will it return... Come now everyone, Preordained Unending Freedom, provided you follow the simple laws... NO WIGS, NO SPOOKS, NO TAXES The Truth Will Be Revealed -Signed Abraham The Blue, Wizard King of Du-Loc, Wizard King of Ferremore, Magician of The Realm ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ **P.S!!! Du-Loc is in danger! Please come and hang out and vibe for the next couple days!!! I will stand there, Valiantly Wizzing until the day she crumbles... But if that day never comes.... LONG LIVE DU-LOC!**

Beautifully, A true, pure high-elf "Those warhounds of 'Malin'or' seek to turn bruddah upon bruddah, though they know not even the bonds of kinship! For they murdered their neighbors, their very silvered blood in Haelun'or, and further still, such Mali'ata, devoid of pure light, cannot bare to see it in the world. A wretched darkness seeks to stifle the Heroic Age of high-learning! To turn that reality into such oppressed regressive dark-age that would satisfy only the most cruel of caballic elite! He looks over to the other elves in his bathhouse during the symposium. Bringing back a fresh bottle of water to add to their wine "Though yet, they dare not face any in open debate, knowing how eviscerated they would be. Nor would they dare step into the Purest of waters, for instantly they would immolate!"

Beautiful FREE Citizens of Sulianpoli, raise their spikes to the sky! As former Ebonized wooders show up trickling through the gates of the blessed cihi. "Those Mali'ata, the same who had subverted the GREAT CITYSTATE of Ebonwood, now seek to end further, the righteous rights of ALL Mali, be they 'ker 'ame, 'aheral! They seek to have you BEND, great individual, to have you BEND before the likes of those most cursed! Expelled from their motherlands for acts most impure... For Kinslaying, for seeking to overthrow our most ancient governments, and for all their crimes against Elvenkind!" The elf stands tall besides the large ACROPOLIS of Sulianpoli, his shield polished and cruel spike sharpened. "They fear us, the rightful, the purest, the individual HEROS of our time! Because they know we are true, and we are just! They fear the many rights and privileges that we accrue! For they know if they stepped one foot in our blessed pools, they would be immolated!" Beaming towards ALL COMERS he speaks! "May those who raise blessed spikes, for this polis, know truly you will be ensured vast privileges, and many rights! May you take your citizenship by the edge of your blade, and may all who stand before you, bend at the knee and submit."