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    Maeth Galdissiel
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  1. Name of Report: Critically Wounded Valah Type of Report: Class A Date & Time: 05:35 on the 8th of The Grand Harvest, Year 286 of the Second Age Location: Gatehouse Involved Persons & Witnesses: Mali'ame (on duty), Ser Maxwell, Ragthanatos (Valah), Maeth, Yvrien, Surion Short Summary of Events: A wounded Valah, later identified by Mali'ame as Ragthanatos, approached our gate. He answered questions asked but only after being pressed. Ser Maxwell saw to his injuries within the gate house as the rally bell was rung. Yvrien and Maeth responded quickly to the bell to find the scene. Maxwell assisted Maeth in getting the Valah to the clinic where his wounds were treated by the timing of a Cleric of Tahariae, Surion Issued By: Taeluir Maeth Galdissiel
  2. 3rd of The Deep Cold, 283 S.A. A single elfess draws in sharp breaths as she draws back her longbow's string. The yew and bone that makes up the arms of the weapon creak under the weight of the pull. An exhale pushes from her as her hand loosens, the arrow splitting the air with a gentle whistle as it plants itself deep into the target of Caras Siol's training ground. Her presence invites the patience and calm needed with archery, but her mind is a storm. She knocks another arrow as her mind wanders... 273 S.A. The same elfess, but younger, brighter. She smiles as she is handed a small arsenal worth of weapons, tools, and congratulations. A banner is placed on her back, a symbol of the Sunlit Covenant. Her smile is beaming against flame that alight a small space. The comforts of home and purpose overtake her. "Maeth?.." A voice calls out echoing through her thoughts as she is ripped from the thought back into the training ground. Her hand loosens as another arrow splits the thought from her, stabbing into the target with a sickening thud. She closes her eyes as her breath quickens. A drip of discordant moisture runs from her bow down the sides of her face. She steadies her breathing. Another arrow finds its way to the string. 275 S.A. Pain shoots across her face as her legs are lifted higher and higher, before she is scattered to the ground holding her side. Her eyes flow across silhouettes in the moment as she grunts taking back up her shield. She works her way back to her feet, holding it forward. The symbol of Xan spattered with her blood on its metal as she sturdies herself with a mighty cry. "Maeth!" *THUCK* Another shot finding its purchase. Her arm instinctively taking another. The draw of the bow is met with more whines from the wood. She winces as her tired arm struggles against the power needed to pull its arms back She's now kneeled. The light silhouette before her speaks as she breathlessly vows herself. Her chin is high, held with purpose. She stands and bows deeply before turning to an happy echo of several voices "Maeth." Potential energy turns to movement as the arrow reacts. It glides through the air with a gentle sound before planting itself another hit. A few more breaths fill her lungs before she grunts pulling back another readied stance. Her eyes narrow weighted by racing thoughts and physical exertion. Quaking takes over her shoulder as she tries in vain to steady it against the demands her muscles release. She endures. 282 S.A Sitting before a smaller frame. A blue silhouette as her head hangs. Her chest is tight with confliction as she grips for some sense of composure. The silhouette embraces her and softly speaks "It is better to save and innocent life than it is to take a guilty one. It is better for the soul...so save who you can..." Her eyes welt with tears as her focus becomes fuzzy, the target becoming nothing more than a blurry mix of colors in her vision. She blinks to cure it in vain. Her breath is exhumed broken as her fingers loosened from the string. The arrow flies but clatters against the stone wall, snapping under the transfer of its energy. Hearing her failure, she shoulders the bow. Her hands meeting her face, rubbing out unruly drops of salty water. She walks towards the target to collect her arrows "Perhaps that is enough for today..."
  3. To Those Who it Bares Relevance, On this day, the house of Galdissiel again grows in size. Posed as heir to the name, Maeth Galdissiel, Laurir of Caras Siol and its people puts fourth the official notice of adoption of one she refers to as affectionately as "Stardust", or Caira known by name. The recognized bond of the two has been fosted between a probationary period by the adoptees request. In such, tests of heart and strength were shown between promises unbroken with the two. The adoptee also requested voice in this documentation to stipulations that guide matters if Maeth were to fail in her duties as Matron, or not be present in times of need in Caira's development. The following is hereby recognized as a requirement of the Matron to uphold and understand each listed stipulation to ensure safety of the adoptee: I: By signing this form Maeth agrees to take Caira into her care and custody and will have full power to act as a custodian until Caira reaches the age of 28.Should circumstances arise where a custodian is needed past the age of 28 Caira agrees that a court or governing body may decide that Maeth may act on her behalf until decided that Caira can make sound and capable decisions on her own. Should Caira wish to be considered an adult and have custody revoked before 28, it must be agreed upon by both parties. This stipulation over rides law of other nations where Caira may already be considered an adult, and is purely for the safety of her mental state due to medical and developmental issues. Should Caira wish to join any organized guard force, military or religious organization where her wellbeing is to be put into question, she is to have express permission from Maeth. II: It is agreed that Maeth must shelter, feed and provide emotional care and support as well as physical care for Caira and that any breach of this term or contract may result in the government taking temporary custody of Caira while an investigation is done into the child welfare. In regards to punishment and discipline it is acknowledged that Caira is not always of sound mindset and therefore unique punishments or discipline to ensure the child's safety from herself and others may be used with the exception of any physical punishment or punishment that can hurt Caira. Should Maeth ever strike Caira in anger or outside combat Caira may invoke the right to end the family relationship. III: It is agreed that Caira acknowledges the authority, power and control Maeth would rightfully have regarding Cairas actions, wellbeing, care and development; of which would be equal to and no less or more of that of a natural born daughter and mother relationship. IV: In the event that Maeth must depart, due to travel, duty or unforeseen circumstances for an extended period lasting more than 2 elven days, a pre-determined guardian of sound mind and standing of whom Caira has met and accepted before hand shall be appointed to take care of Caira with full parental authority as if Maeth were present with the education, safety and well-being of Caira being priority. Should Caira become separated from her guardian the local governing body shall be notified and every attempt to reunite the family should be made. If at any point Caira feels she is being mistreated by the appointed guardian Caira may invoke the ability to stay at any of her own private residences. V: In regards to the line of succession, upon natural death, whether by age or in the line of adventure or duty, Maeth shall have designated and assigned - portion of her estate and/or possessions to Caira. Should Caira perish first an establish written will shall dictate her final wishes. A 7 elven day grace / waiting period shall be evoked upon either death before any transfers can take place to fully ensure that the dead has not risen or been resurrected by known or unknown forces. If accepted by the adoptee via signature of this document below, therein is entitled to the right to bare the name Galdissiel in all legal documentation, title acquisitions, and other forms of identification therein. Likewise, the title of daughter of the house will be granted in all aspects. Stipulations disclosed above were spoken of and agreed upon for these documents were filed. A trusted witness to the signing will be present during the signing, one Neia Ąžuolas Ibar'ame de Whitewood, trusted companion of the Matron of house Galdissiel. The conclusion of this choice is placed plainly on the shoulders of the adoptee, being that they are of full aged. Through the bonds formed between the two, may this family remain strong and unbroken till the hands of time claim their souls done of this realm to return to the soil once more. Caira Galdissiel Malii’lari (Daughter) of House Galdissiel Maeth Galdissiel Healun (Mother) of House Galdissiel
  4. Caurosian people, my compassion, my people, my lliran. Adont’ahern. Lend me but a moment of your time in reading this missive. I would like to begin with a soft appreciation for all who take the time to read. It is with my highest hope that those reading this know the name Maeth Galdissiel, at least in passing. For those that do, it is because of your support that this missive has been given life. For those who don't allow me but a moment to speak of my experience. I found myself in these walls nearly 10 elven years ago. I had spent years travelling without having a home after tragedy. I actively avoided major settlements, afraid to approach, afraid of what I didn't know until one day...one fateful day, something pulled me to Caras Siol. Its sights inviting, warm, like no other I've seen previous. Since my arrival, the souls that reside in these walls and beyond have become something that I felt undeserving of. Talonnii. Seen past race, social status, and abilities in kind. I learned of the compassion and heart that comes with knowing you are where you are meant to be. lin. Through these years I have learned of the Fundamental Truths, the Laws of which our people uphold lovingly and without question, Your Pantheons...but more so in particularly...I learned of the strength to smile again, laugh, reclaim part of myself that I thought lost. I learned to love as fiercely as I protect, strength unwavering in the face of adversity and without question. I have spoken these words before, and continue to do so: I owe so much to the souls within these walls from all aspects of life. It is my calling to continue to serve not only as your shield...but as your voice as well now. I humbly ask for support of each of you for endorsement in the opportunity to extend myself into El'Illeriran, in active stewardship for those who find themselves here as I once did. If you would so honor me the ability to do so, I ask that you merely deliver a smile to me, speak with me if you do not know of me, offer my name to whispers of consideration. To be known by each one of you, would be a great kindness to me. If you consider me fit for the station, raise your stories of me through the Princedom. I encourage each of you to take time to consider this offer. Write me if you wish to speak, I will always make time for those who seek me out, as I have always done. Signed with Love, An Initiate Of the Sunlit Covenant, Laurir of Caras Siol,
  5. The Initiates greaves clatter across the stone leading to the board that she checks daily. Covered beneath several missives her eyes lock to one, making out the words 'COMP'. She pulls it forward with eyes excited, widening at the submission due date. "I must start immediately, Light guide my hand. To share what I have learned of the walls I covet dearly is plenty payment for me."
  6. With calm eyes the Initiate scan over the missive. Her smile grows larger finally putting substance to her title of Laurir to Caras Siol. Her eyes close remembering the day of the ceremony held in her honor, she thinks fondly of those present and those souls she has touched since that fateful day "I carry my debt on my shoulders to these people, my stance of compassion will not change, nor will my duty. Till my breath leaves me."
  7. To Those Who it Bares Relevance, On this day, the house of Galdissiel gains another to its number. Small as it is, the surviving heir to the name, Maeth Galdissiel, Paladin Initiate of the Sunlit Sanctum, Laurir of Caras Siol and its people puts fourth the official notice of adoption of one she refers to as "Little Light", or Mauve Neverwinter known to others simply as Mauve. The recognized bond of the two fueled by recent events has turned their bond to something truly special. That of familial likeness. It is with the recognized power by the Galdissiel house that Mauve is hereby offered the acceptance of the family name, the next in heir of its likeness. If accepted by the adoptee via signature of this document below, therein is entitled to the right to bare the name Galdissiel in all legal documentation, title acquisitions, and other forms of identification therein. Likewise, the title of daughter of the house will be granted in all aspects. The elder Galdissiel will be given title of matron, or mother, to the home. The conclusion of this choice is placed plainly on the shoulders of the adoptee, being that they are of full aged. Graced by the hand of His Light, may this family remain strong and unbroken till the hands of time claim their souls done of this realm to return to the Light once more. Mauve Galdissiel Malii’lari (Daughter) of House Galdissiel Maeth Galdissiel Healun (Mother) of House Galdissiel
  8. Username: RoyalWarspite Character Name: Maeth Galdissiel Affiliation: Principality of Caurost and Initiate of the Sunlit Sanctum Desired Rank: Vanguard Which games will you be attending?: THE BATTLE OF ELDMYR, THE SIEGE OF TOTENPFALZ
  9. *proudly did this Initiate puff out her chest* "Our number of allied parties grow each day. Darkspawn will have no foothold on Caras Siol."
  10. "To be in a timeline to see peace as a possible on the horizon...Now is the time to have more compassion than ever" *She smiles holding her head high for the younger generations she knows*
  11. "We've quite the suite of powerful allies!"
  12. Maeth

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    Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) "Fate would bring me to your hovel it would seem..." Taking a seat cautiously, "Pray, what would the woman of the wood need from an elf?" Chuckling to herself "Story? You are looking for a bardic journey from The Silver City that the Mali'aheral hail?" Her tone shifting a bit from jovial to devoid of emotion, pausing a moment, she echoes the thought in her head aloud "Sanctuary from scrutiny..." the silence deafens for a moment before she breaks it back to a jovial tone "Sometimes adventure can lead to finding yourself, happiness, or even things you had thought lost you never had." she shifts uncomfortable in her seat "In truth, I come from a bastard lineage, I was called unclean...impure. My mother and I..." her pause lingers as she shudders "We-" Holding her necklace close to her chest "I escaped. And now I live. Nothing more. I know not what is expected of me outside of the City, but I know I am no longer welcome in its walls" Her eyes narrow as she dips her head before holding her chin up like she was taught all those years ago. She stands and her posture exhumes an air of shaky confidence. "So my story is starting. I feel adventure around every twisting path I take and I plan to allow it to sweep me up and make up for time lost in the walls of a society that tosses away its kin like spoiled rations."
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