Mithradites

After being handed the poster by Azorella, Lucion nods to himself slowly in his tent.

"They have no right to existance, let alone slavery. This idea will be beneficial to all."

Another slice of parchment is added to the poster.

"I will not arrange any particular dates for such things. If one is about, then one is about. Seek him out then."

Posted around the various Elven notice-boards (with the exception of Darkhaven, upon which it is posted on a stake close to the Dark Elf's forest. But not too close) are bone-white posters, covered in scribblings in plain, black ink. Were you to walk towards it for a quick look (I assume you would, otherwise why would you be reading this?), you'd read it as thus--

Mali'aheral Seeking an Argument

As a Mali'aheral thrown out of his natural environment, one has found very little to replace his beloved Lin'evaral. Now that the shadow of civil war has descended upon the Mali'nor, one finds that it is simply too dangerous to continue his research with impending looting and burning on the horizon. 

That said, I crave intellectual stimulation. I am sure many of you loathe proper mali'aheral such as myself. Come and argue with me, then. Inform me how I am wrong. Stand upon your gilded pedestal and lecture me how foul, cruel, "racist," and terrible I am. I will be glad to listen. In fact, I promise not to even laugh. I will then defend myself in kind.

I am currently residing in Leanniel after my ill-fated expedition to observe the Mali'ame culture (sadly it seems some "Conclave" has appeared nearby, and they keep touting their egalitarianism like a swarm of buzzing hornets). I invite any and all to convince me that my assertions are wrong.

Conditions:

-No weapons (I am not here to fight you, vile degenerate)

-No mindless screaming (Just because you loathe me, does not entitle you to baseless yelling)

-No alchemy (No real reason. I just detest it)

-No use of magic (Spectacle-magic is unwanted, and unnecessary)

-No children

-No crying (The sound is unpleasant. Though I suspect there will be much of it regardless)

Many regards etc etc,

L. Sullas

We need an Elvish word for edgy.

We already have one. 

"othelu: sharp"

"The Mali'aheral are too divided by creed to make this proposal effective for us. Those true to Larihei's teachings will not be effectively represented by various "high-elven" degenerates that will inevitably be a part of this council. One supposes the degenerates would think similarly to ourselves in that they will not be effectively represented by the pure-born. Though our guiding hand would none-the-less be far better for them."

Lucion Sullas nods his head in approval.

"Every repression possible is required to curb the tide of these immature "spectacle-mages." Some are so dense they are unworthy of their own abilities, let alone a "license." At least this authority may be able to keep track of them."

Lucion dips his book down slightly as he watches the dark elf speak, and then the others speak their opinions. He looks between them all for a moment, before lifting his book back up, and returning to his oblivious state.

Oh gosh! I keep forgetting to pin the newer, better guide!

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/97527-the-ultimate-high-elven-guide-of-high-elven-knowings/

At the time of writing the "Comprehensive" guide to the high elves, we were an independent nation - Haelun'or. What you're looking for in regards to the "sentinels" or their current form, the "Lumin'drim" you should look in the main Elven subforum or just seek out the commanders in RP. 

This here's the high-elven forum. Not Malinor, is what I'm saying! :P

Good luck with your application!

"Those that desire to be judged as applicable simply need to come to New Malinor upon the next elven day."

((Or, when the server manages to come back up.))

Upon the noticeboards in New Malinor and the Cloud Temple, multiple posters made of overly clean, white paper are hung for any passer-bys to observe. It reads as thus--

Seeking Physically Adept Sentient Creatures for the Purposes of Scientific Research

One L. Sullas is currently pursuing beings of significant strength to undertake simplistic research in New Malinor.

The "test" entails grasping hold of a large, iron mace, and sending it as hard as possible into a pile of wooden planks. The effects of such will then be calculated.

Should an entrant not appear to be remotely capable of causing damage to the layers of wood, they will be refused participation.

Should they appear capable, perform the test and the results are successfully calculated, they will be awarded 150 minas. 

A rudimentary intelligence would be preferable for applicants, however it is apparently not required. 

Testing will continue until a decently-sized pool of information is gathered.

Signed,

L. Sullas

Quickly realizing that he had spoken to the parchment rather than send a letter, Lucion quickly scribbled a note and sent it off to the strelt.

"One offers 1500 minas for the artifact in question--so long as it is genuine."

-L. Sullas

"Those that follow the words of foul masters deserve no pity or remorse, regardless of their age, race, or title. Those that are surprised by the murderous acts of a Valah horde deserve nothing but contempt." Spoke Lucion, as he listened to the issue being discussed among his peers.

"One will offer 1500 minas for the item, for the sake of keeping it out of unworthy hands." Spoke the curmudgeonly high elf.

You fellows are deeeelightful! You should do more! More, please and thankyou!

Currently, the writer and tweaker of the elven language is Sporadic, and he is still fairly active. If you want more elven words added, put your suggestions in the Elven Language thread, and he'll read over them. :)

((Also, you should avoid making out-of-character posts in the RP sections! :P))

Try out Oren for a while, and if it's not to your tastes, go gypsie, I reckon!

But talking lots is hard, you guise... :(

Well goodness! Thanks for the ego-bolstering comments, everyone!

Sitting out in the muddy, filth ridden streets, a ragged friar looks up to the great Abby in awe, and wonder. Strung around his neck with rough twine is a simple, wooden Lorraine cross which he grasps in his hands tightly. Dropping to his knees, he closes his eyes, and begins a mumbled prayer.

"May His light o' lights drive away the wicked an' deceitful.

May His wisdom illuminate the lost an' confused.

May His love fill the hearts o' every man an' woman who seek His guidance.

May the holiest o' men be guided by His hand, so that they, in turn, may guide His chosen people.

Deus magnus. May he 'ave mercy on us."

Quickly scrambling to his feet, he quickly makes off to the local marketplace to preach.

Lucion scratches his chin as he reads over the notice.

"How does one go about "scorning" a forest? Does he harm a trees sensibilities with foul language? The local oak must have made a complaint to the high council."

He looks up to the trees, and raises his eyebrow.

"I wonder if what I said this moment would be considered "scorn?"

Character Name: Dennis Thatcher

Minecraft name: The_Quin

Skype Name: You already have it.

Rank/position: Street-Preacher (AKA, nothing)

Submission to official doctrine? As soon as I know what the official doctrine is. 

Seeing how a lot of the music I listen to comes from movies, I am beginning to realise how utterly uncultured I am.

Being as we are apparently internet-dating, I have to say that I'm pretty darn heartbroken that you're buggering off without so much as leaving a text-message! 

Aside from those half-dozen times you told me you were leaving. Aherm aherm. 

Not too great with all the slushy-mushy pleasantries, no. Guess I'll write something in my own manner.

Muh Stupidface,

You are the sock to my gumboot, the stink to my fart, the flibble to my flibble-dibble, the Sasquatch armpit bicycle to my ceiling-fan, the balloon-animal sandwich-maker William Defoe Colossus of Knossos.

Much loves,

Merf.

And finally, I will leave you with a small quote from William Shakespeare.

"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Also Lana is really butt-slapping awesome and she should totally keep talking with Mithradites. Forsooth." -William Shakespeare.

See you around, Cuteyface!!
 

Remove magical combat, 

Enhance and buff utility magic,

Receive fewer problems.

What happened to Joe Blackman's magic?

What happened to Joe Blackman?

His magic likely disappeared with his departure. Since he's gone, the magic's gone.