Volutional

((MC Name)): Volutional Name: Celthorn Neltanìl Race: Wood Elf Will you require a home?: Yes, for myself only. Desired District: Mali'ame, though I do not cast preference. Do you agree to follow the laws of Malinor? Yes, with all my will. Desired job: I do not wish to apply for a work-force job, as I am planning on joining and performing as a Warden of our great Princedom.

It would just be an RP plant, you'd RP finding it if you needed / were collecting it. :)

Blissfoil The plant of pain relief Known in RP Blissfoil, found under birch trees in particularly grassy areas, is an aid against pain and itching. It relieves the sense of touch a slight, and makes sure that pain is decreased. Overdose of Blissfoil can lead to a permanent loss of touch in an obtuse area. Blissfoil looks like a small collection of blue flowers, with thick - yet slippery and flimsy stalks. It is easy to remove carefully from it's roots, though they tend to run deep to get a lot of nutrients (which cause the antiseptic liquid around it's stalks and petals. Known out of RP In short, think of Germolene - And antiseptic cream used to relieve minor pain on the skin. Think that, but on a larger scale. The unknown side affect is head aches. It can be determined in RP whether or not this is thought of as Supernatural or Natural. This is short as it is simple, I guess. Feel free to give criticism and additions :)

Absolutely, this would create a fun change, but an optional change. And the RP that can come from it is impressively broad in range.

Celthorn, learned in riddles, walks up to the noticeboard. His smooth, silky hair is still. His clothes are simple robes. "This is quite a tricky symbol.. But by the detail, the wardings, and the circles of protection..?" "This is clearly a collection of people willing to protect against something.. Being Monks, I'd guess evil."

Celthorn Neltanìl, self-appointed Warden of the Elyisian Elvish People, approaches upon his nimble yet furiously fast bright white horse. It's steps are agile and soft upon the grass. Celthorn begins to pass Ruthil, through the graying leaves and thinning grass. The once delicate soil becomes impure and firm. Celthorn nears the golden, yet horrific and explosive volcano which lies almost dangerously close to the Malinor Settlement upon the Dwarven Mountain. His sharp, yet soft looking eyes pace around him whist his Horse, named Lar'kaesu, rode onward. The thickness of the air next to the volcano is substantial, but Celthorn's eyes set upon a ruin of sorts. Either brutally raided by Orcish or Dwarven brigands... Or the volcano's ashes have rotted upon it's Elvish design. He dismounts his horse, and looks up to the Malinor Settlement upon the mountain. His thoughts scatter across his mind, before he looks back to the ruin. He says to himself... What fools have we become, to house our beloved shelters upon the soil of Dwarves and Orcs. Never before have we had the need, or want to do so. What exactly makes now such a unique time to do so..? His thoughts stop leaving his mouth at that. He mounts Lar'kaesu once more, before making the stretch to the Malinorian Settlement. Images from DeviantArt, by Demprist

[ Yes, I plan on having Celthorn as my main character. Allisan is free for anybody to play as long as they understand a little about what has happened in the past, and of course inform me before doing so :P ]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mEY-6_nE2I0 It was a cold morning upon the mountains of the joined Dwarven and Elvish settlements. Few were awake, and the mist of the mountains was just beginning to rest from the night prior. Celthorn Neltanil, Marchwarden of The Great Sister City, Ravendale and Laurelin, had arrived into Elysium after a huge and valiant journey to do so. His flowing robes sway in the bitter wind of this forsaken island like a dire flag ready to fall. "This world is different, almost foul does it's shores feel." Celthorn speaks to his friend whom travelled with him; Alissan. "Celthorn, sir. It is often best to not judge a world merely because of it's feel. Just look at the sight, it is simply beautiful.." "Beauty comes with pain, Allisan. We both know this more than the residents here. Or at least most of them." Celthorn then begins to reiterate the dramatic and tragic events Aegis. Of how the minions of Iblees spewed out of the ground as the very Earth they once worshiped gave way beneath them. And how the Dragons... (if one wasn't afraid they'd be mad). Celthorn's life stretches back to the early First Age, in which Malin's followers settled the trees of Malinor, and took to the lakes of Ravenhold, Ravendale and Laurelin. He began his rise to adulthood in the military. Which for the Elves was quite the task back then (rather than now), as it required a connection with both the Ascects and the sword. To do what was right in the eyes of both the Councils and the Druid-folk (almost magically trained Elves and otherwise exceptional members of other races). Celthorn was strong even then, only because life was so brutal at times. The norm was raids by Orcs, or Dwarves. Rarely did the Noble Humans dare to reach into Malinor for anything, even Moots, which were greatly entertaining. - Celthorn and Allisan first met during The Meeting of The Maps. When the Ascended scoured the land for the map fragments. It was in the Dwarven lands, Kal Urguan that the pair met as they were send in to settle a small dispute about ale shortages for Dwarves. Typical business as the Wardens happened to have a rather large storage of lovely wines and sweet ale. The Dwarves refused and continued to mock Celthorn and Allisan. Again, typical. This made them have a partnership of friendliness for eachother. Fondness for the similarities that they shared. Though one was wise, and the other was eager. The clearly wiser one was Allisan. He wasn't older, but his life had led him on a path that taught him many lessons. So he knew what to say, and when to say it. The difference between right and wrong was very clear to him. - Later in the Age, to the end of it in fact, their lives changed for the worst as did all who lived in Laurelin's beauty did. "Fire, fire!" Wardens running left to right. Chaos, madness and chaos. Fire, madness and fire. Celthorn was trapped in a burning tavern near the Druid's Grove, which was also crumbling in half. Shock. Panic. Pain.. - The Second Age arrived when they arrived in Asulon. They kept to themselves. Such pain had overtaken their minds temporarily. In Elandriel, the pair made sure to speak little of what happened, as most did. Not to dwell on the past. This of course, was Allisan's idea. But there came a great battle that they could not avoid nor forget. The Mori... - Hissing in the Night, they came. Scattering across the panels of the intruding Wood Elven palisades. Knives drawn and just like that, blood. Allisan? No. It was their gardener. She passed, and Celthorn drew upon his armor, and his shining axe in the moonlight lit like an emblem of pure faith. Like a newly found sun, his Axe met the moonlight and reflected it into the Mori's eyes. They cowered, and scampered back into their caves from once they came. Allisan and Celthorn were then noticed, and somewhat remembered by some of the Wood Elves in Elandriel. But eager to forget their past. They fled. To the shores of Pirate-infested isles, far to the west they ran and scouted. Exiles? Maybe. But they were alone regardless. Their efforts to find a ship have all but failed. As just in time they had fought a rather kind Orc. Strangely so. He was saying he was going on an adventure, to find Aegis once more. Maybe he found it, maybe he didn't. But the pair did find Elysium with the Orc. And the Orc surprisingly let them off. He was too kind for his skin if Celthorn was concerned. And it was here that Celthorn and Allisan found Malinor, in Elysium. Absurdly upon a Dwarven Mountain. And separated like numbers on an eight-faced dice. "Where are our golden trees..? What has become of our beloved forest..?" - - - Images from DeviantArt by Moumou38, simply beautiful

Idriel nods in agreement. Yes, I agree with you. United we are gaining no progress. But as one we can look ahead and plan ahead. Have a new home that is organised and suited to us. Idriel awaits any more vocal people happily.

If you are inside the Malinor Camp upon the Mountain of the Dwarves, you may hear Idriel Nightscar announcing to a small crowd her views on the Elven Race. Idriel stands before her kin, Mali'ker, Maliame'ehya and Mali'Aheral alike. She unravels a scroll of parchment upon a scroll of intricately crafted gold and silver 'branches'. My people, we are torn in thrice, when we should be united. As one, as Elf, we are legion. As three, we are weak and redundant to the Aspects. I come baring a plea that shall set us on the course of success as the Elven Race, and secure our peace and serenity that we so desire. Idriel begins a new topic The Mali'aheral. Or as they used to, and some still call themselves The Pure. This is a disgrace. We are the same! We all have blood in our channels, and we all live with the same values. They must join together to make union. To make our beloved Elvish Race. We may be apart, we do not force you to converse and mate with the Mali'ker, or the Maliame'ehya. But I do ask that you co-operate with the High Prince's will, and the Council's judgement as well. Now that you are permitted to join this peaceful Race once more, I hope to see you all living in open, not in seclusion. Tired I am of late to see Mali'aheral being separate and exclusive to the other Elves. This must stop if we are to reach our goals together. Idriel takes a breath, taking note of the crowd's reaction. My Elves, I will now continue to speak my thoughts as if we were to be united. Organisation. Tactility. Plans. We are to have these to be successful. Have you noticed that Elves are pretty much the weakest race, physically? Well we need to plan ambushes for our enemies. Plan traps, and other tactics such as this. We are Elves, we are the closest to Nature, we can do this easily. Idriel already sees people who may not agree. And finally in this short list of pleas. The Druids. Come into our official fold, perhaps? What good is it that our main source of connection to Malin and the Aspects are so distant? We should have the Druids in our arms, under our protection so that they can be at peace and serenity along with us. We should be nimble. Idriel then finally, although she thought she was done, says; And just like I said, our weapons should beautiful. Our armor just as such. And our buildings? Should not be on a Dwarven Mountain. Idriel awaits the crowd's reaction.

Idriel Nightscar, Lower Council Submission Form Choice 1: Ambassadorial Position Choice 2: Head Scribe Position Choice 3: Not applicable (MC name): ( Idriel ) (RP) Name: Idriel Nightscar Race: Wood Elf Age: 162 Gender: Female Do you have a family, if so how many members will be residing with you: I have family, many of which I do not keep contact with in case my affairs are crossed with their fates. None will be residing with me. (Please state your time zone): ( GMT +0:00, UK ) (Please state your average playing time): ( From 4:00PM to 10:00PM with variations above and below ) What nation do you reside in, if any: I have not resided in a specific Nation. Instead, I've scoured the world in search of knowledge, power and wealth. All of which I have acquired at some point. Do you have any work experience, if so where and what: I have had an uncountable amount of experience in specialized communication with various races. I have dealt with The Orcs when bartering over War and Weapons. I have made glorified trades with Dwarves for Ale and Gems. And The Humans, I have even freed many Elves from The White Roses. But my most experience lies in my ability to archive things, store knowledge. To me, knowledge is your power over your enemies, and your pride among your allies. When you know what your enemy has done, you can provide a prediction. The quality determines the truth in that prediction. I have had Experience as a Countess in Oren, but as I seen the bloodshed of my own people, I could not bare the thought of my own kind being slaughtered. The Dark Elves are part of us too, and I believe their defense is our chance to prove Elvish strength. Do you have a criminal record, if so state your offenses: I have had a horrid past. My Father tried to kill me, and harm me. I had to stop him. So I assaulted him in The High Elven city of Haelun'or, that is all I have been convicted for and punished for. Self-defense really. Why do you feel you are suited for Job Choice 1: My experience with the managing of suited conversations, meetings and arrangements has given a small insight into the detail I put into my work. If I am to promise to meet and deal under the High Prince and his Princes' command, I shall do so. And loyalty will show then. I am loyal to the end, betrayal is brutal, and not my way. I wish to become an Ambassador for the Elven Race as a whole as I am a traditionalist. I like the way we were in Aegis, and even Asulon, besides our split from the High Elves. I wish to show my worth to our race by showing my voice, which is much more of a weapon and a tool than any physical tool. Why do you feel you are suitable for Job Choice 2: Like I mentioned earlier, I am a very good archivist. I can librarianize our books, and stock our knowledge and convert it into power for use of the High Council and Princes. And would be willingly to do so under their terms. State any comment that you think may aid you in this application here: My words here are short, but given a chance, I can make a positive difference to the Elven Race.