Sporadic

How about something like... 1) Smite enchantment does extra damage against Undead races 2) Smite enchantment can only be applied to gold. This way gold (magegold) would more or less retain its affinity with undead hunting, so it's in accordance with the lore. All the while these Smite weapons would be somewhat accessible, making it possible to prepare for liches, but not too accessible. Also, Smite is the minecraft way undead mobs are dealt with so it's familliar to players and in harmony with the mechanics.

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Punching people had absolutely zero effect on spreading the plague ;) I know the plague code inside out so I'm nothing less than 101% certain it's false. It was funny how people kept repeating this false fact on Skype chat at first (after all how can you have paranoia without a bit of misinformation?) but it's a bit silly to keep perpetuating this rumor as a complaint: If anything it's an argument against Skype rumours. Aaaannnyway as much as I loved doing plague stuff we have more pressing things to code right now. Try a RP variant! Remember the Asulon plague was fully player-fueled, which is a great accomplishment by itself.

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I really should reply more consistently There's nothing for 'please' but you could use the optative for wishes or find a verbose way of petitioning (e.g. will you favor me with--) Thank you is done with either ahernan ito nae'leh or simply ahernan! as an exclamation. this is also in Elven Sentences marn'ehya - and more, presumably. For example, Malin'leh lenearn ito averiran raellan pernan'ehya lucian'ehya marn'ehya illere - Malin's inn grands to travellers carrots, potatoes, grapes and more.

sounds proper

The waning moon, barely a crescent, winking behind navy blue clouds to passingly embrace the city in radiant silver. The tremor of war drums in the distance, carried by late autumn winds like the rumbling beginnings of devastating thunder. And the lonely elfess, chewing her quill, inhaling deep the scent of fresh parchment, dusty tomes, and the smoldering midnight oil that guards against the pressing darkness with lukewarm orange hues. She breathes in deep, allows her mind to take flight and escape from here and into her memories. Memories of the city in summertime, the sun cradling the rooftops of the eternal college and smiling down at her. She remembers the council hall, where she spoke with admiration of her peers and ancestors as fellow Elves pressed themselves to the glass gallery, nodding contently to her speech. She remembers the inn, where she would find her companions and crack jokes at the expense of Malinor's politics or Human wine-brewing skills. Most of all, she remembers the calm, easy smile that would adorn her face before she fell asleep, restful, with every threat of war and destruction an ocean away. How fitting, the years that have passed between the last passage added to this volume and the time she writes to you now. Quill and parchment lie forgotten on their tables, as spear and bow and shield are raised and thrusted towards the skies. The beloved mother, Larihei Lohmanih, once petitioned for her love, her guidance, her wisdom, is now called upon to bestow onto us the strength to vanquish our enemies and burn their cities. Elven, once echoing through filled-up classrooms as words of instruction, has been refitted into battlecries, to carry over shrieks of death and vengeance on blood-soaked battlefields. Irreverent hatred towards the Mali'aheral is nothing new. More than a century has passed since the first doomsayers prophecized that our so-called arrogance would be our swift undoing. The High Elves have known many rulers since the first time Malinor attempted to thwart our progress, dull our splendor, cull our growth. But as Malinor shrunk and shrunk, the legacy of Larihei did nothing but grow. Now once-great Malinor is small enough to fit inside the pages of a history book and we are here, last bastion of Elven Culture, fending off spears and broken glass of those Elves who have lost all but their loathing for us. What is new, however, is the reciprocity. The greatness of Haelun'or never came from the leverage of armies or the sharpness of our spears. And while peace must be compelled, yes, sometimes by war, there was never once the urge within us that called for vengeance. We did not exchange an eye for an eye and never once caused the preventable death of a pure Elf. But with each new day, more and more Mali'thill wake up with vengeance on their lips, yearning for more of its bitter taste. While primitive hatred of the lesser races used to end as it smashed uselessly against our Silver Walls, it now does naught but escalate. Flames of rage roar and roar again until even our exalted library was caught in their blaze. And still it hungers, this fire, wishing to be fed. And still we fan the flames, hoping it will consume our foes and not ourselves. Whatever envy of the lesser races kindled the fury is all but lost, the list of supposed reasons lying somewhere on these library shelves, to be appended to and used as justification and propaganda. Foregone is the need for ink, the words instead written in the blood of the Elven sacrifices made for this feud. And beyond our walls the warlords, sitting on the elderwood thrones formerly reserved for Princes wise and just, eagerly embracing the titles given to them with wanton hunger, eagerly chanelling the growing anger towards the High Elves into greater power for themselves. Us blessed Mali'aheral have suffered to become the architects of our future. Now we are the architects of our own suffering, at least.

Didn't want you to think I was ignoring you Tecno... let me go over your words. Okay yeah sure. There's a lot of creative ways to 'petition' in ancient elven though. Hmm sure. There's no explicit word for thanks but conventionally, the Elves use ahernan! for 'thanks' and ahernan ito nae'leh for 'thank you' (see also Elven Sentences thread). Actually the intensifier ma( r )- would be appropriate here Sounds good, although the -ir suffix almost always makes the word refer to a person. Correct igne'sae is indeed destruction but as is case of the 'sae (spreading of)' words the verb destroy would be igne'saer (igne'saere - I destroy, igne'saereyae - they destroy, etc.) As always there's full freedom for making your own dialect, adaptation or bastardization of Elven for any reason you might like. There's Mori speak, the Dark Elven 'hard consonant' family of words and some derivative languages going around. This is just open-ended lore freedom which I fully endorse and encourage, although we do not officially support any of the dialects so you'll have to maintain your own topic. I wanted to give my own thoughts on some of your words, though. Do with it what you will. Elves don't generally have many specific words for titles of office/status as this is a habit rooted in human culture (King, Duke, Baron, Marquess, Earl, Lord, etc.). If you look at Elven (and High Elven) titles you will see the titles are just verbs with 'ir' appended (see grammar rules as to why). Laurir becomes Prince, but does not mean Prince but rather 'one who is favored'. Okarir is Keeper, Tilruir becomes servant and even Sohaer is just a militant term for cleric. Being congruent with Elven culture would mean your word 'haran' has an inherent meaning, then was adapted for use as an office. Ancient Elven does this simply by linking the two words themselves, where the adjecitve follows the noun. In this example, haran'cihi - King of City. Ancient Elven uses El for this. Elcihi - The City. High Elves use this one a lot. kae'leh - My (as in kae'leh nor - My land)

This lore is pretty amazing though. Pigmen done responsibly. I can see the benefits of bringing this back.