Samler

Please tell me how to get Tough Hide so I can level the server up to the bronze age before we need a new obscure leather type to unlock a new metal.

And work is done! Simply, citizenry isn't payed with mina, it is simply the duty of everyone to contribute, the mina is kinda making us a bit more like long eared humans.

So now high elves makes a complet 180 on "Mina doesn't matter" to "Magical sky-gods demands mina or so our nation is forced to rot no matter our actions. So mina or boot, blessed citizenry."

Seth read the statement, squinted. "Is. . . That oem valah faith because that doesn't seem as The Monks." Seth contemplated, unaware of it being a Chi monk. ((Stay safe Vic!))

THE BALLOT ((MC name: samler )) Name: Seth Calith Vote for Aiera Sullas: (X) For ( ) Against

Seth Calith, standing in the square like when he read every other missive, stood for a moment, reading it over twice. ”Rather slow to challenge- And the talk of banks, almost sounds like another attempt at those nation specific currency that has failed many a times.” He like every other missive, commented mostly to himself but also those around the notice board.

Like many other missives recently, Seth read it on the notice board, stating to those around him and mostly himself. ”Should had challenged instead of this. He was one of the firsts to draw a blade too at the coup.” He sighed in disapprovel.

Seth Calith, reading the new missive by Nuala, took a slooooow deep breath, exhalingly as slowly. ”Took her long enough.” He said to those around the notice board once more, and smiled.

Seth looks at the missive, he sighed deeply as he commented to those around it reading it too. ”She should had challenged her for the position instead.”

Publish on 1’st of Snow’s Maiden, 1789 Address From The Silver Wordsmith Of Silver and Fire Dear Azdromoth the First-Born, It is evidently clear that my words and agenda are twisted wrongly by the populace of Mali’thill as well as by your children. Never not once have I transferred my own opinion within the pages of The Silver Wordsmith. I merely work as a messenger of those too afraid of speaking out loud. Thus, Azdromoth The First-Born, I hereby offer you my deepest apologies as it was never within my personal intention to offend you or your followers. I would also like to offer you a headline, together showing a side of the Nephilim many fail to see. Time and place of your choosing; I wish for us to privately meet and deliberate the headline if you are to accept it. The Silver Wordsmith does not have political views. It does not have opinions. It is not a person but a collective of journalists writing the words of the people. - The Silver Wordsmith

The elderly elf Seth Calith read the note, remaining untouched by most of the text, nearing the end, a bitter scowl formed on the elf’s face. “Right. The youth.” He stated to himself with disdain, loud enough for potential others reading it to hear.

Seth walks down the street, stopping as he noticed the poster, nodding in adknowledgement of it and continued on his day, his thoughts on the inside Elibar’acal politics, as non-existing as before. But now he hoped the elfess would make a recovery.

Seth’s tall frame watched a moment, notiving the other non-descript elf apparently didn’t hear her. “I sounds very much like it to do so. It is sadly, an old circle which repeats now. An impure, explicitly cast away, acts up and claims everyone else are the impures. This, is not the first time.” He elderly elf paused and sighed. “Nor will it be the last.”

Seth Calith remains unaware that Storm was talking to himself, presumingly in Storm’s home, considering he wasn’t in the streets of Haelun’or to hear Seth.

Seth Calith, having picked up a rather long missive from one of the eagle bombers he blinked as he read it on the open streets of Haelun’or. “That monster truely lost it’s mind...” He muttered to himself as he reached partway through the document. “And clearly, terrible slow to reaching his point.” He added as he finished, saving it for the sake of it.

Seth Calith, frowning as he read a poster before sighing deeply. “Took them long enough. And yet, not for his monstrous behavior..” He grumbled to himself

THE BALLOT ((MC name: Samler )) Name: Seth Calith Vote for Sohaer: ( ) Anethra Uradir ( xx) Eredael Rhenaer

Seth, living in the correct timezone, frowns. As the date doesn’t corrospond with the number of elven days untill the event. He shook his head at the minor error but looked forward to Rhaelanthur’s wedding.

The elderly elf Seth Calith reads up, humming to himself as he had scanned for the auther’s name first and then read it, he gave a nod to approvel and made sure to tell his daughter he is proud of her the next time they would meet.

((MC name:samler )) Name: Seth Calith Vote for Okarir’nor: (XX ) Effile Ker’Vulnir ( ) Aeron Valaker

Seth sighed deeply as he entered his little room once more, locking it behind him, checking it twice to make sure it were indeed locked. After checking the sign above his door, he turned his attention at the letter he had placed in plain view on his table for himself the last couple of nights. This time, he took out a small golden coin and placed on the table with a frown. “A curse if she is truely gone.” He muttered dryly to himself as he took up the letter, folded it neatly and brought both it and the coin to a small box, hidden underneath his bed, after unlocking the old lock, revealing a small pile of letters within it as well as a handfull of coins. “I suppose, at least she herself is blessed, to be away from current events. The blessing of the void.” He rolled his eyes as he added the letter and coin to the pile. “Seth’leh ahernan ito nae.” The box were slowly closed and locked once more, stored away, out of sight, out of mind. “I will remember you, like the others. The least I could do.”

The Ballot (( MC name: )) Name: Vote for Okarir’maehr: ( x ) Silvos Sythaerin ( ) Elahern Aeth'sulier ( ) Olrin Maehr'tehral (x) None Vote for Okarir’nor: ( ) Elathion Dagre'sae (xx) Aiera Sullas

(( MC name: samler )) Name: Seth Calith Vote for Okarir’tir: ( ) Kaelan Aldin (xx) Alluin Miravaris Vote for Okarir’hiylun: ( ) Silvyr Uradir (xx) Dele Seregon ( ) Farandil Aldin ((Forgot I had double vote))

Seth had watched it, not having slept the last day his mind still clouded. They had after all agreed to trial Ikur, but for what, no one said. Suddenly Acaele had left the trial, putting the Sohaer in charge, of what was a dismissed trial? It was first then steel were threatened to be drawn, he realized. A coup. After all, had it been a revolution of Larihei students, steel would not had been used as a threat against kin- He asked time and time again, would Ikur also remove the title of Sohaer? But other questioned seems to take priority over his. As the mali gathered to vote, he frowned deeply, none he would gladly call Maheral, none that would be his Maheral, at least it wasn’t obvious snakes, he thought as he moved to abstain his vote between Maheral Nuala Uradir and Maheral Ikur Sullas, of which the latter became reality. Staggering through the city, he clutched his dagger by his side, yet he wont be the first to draw, not here. No blood might had been spilled yet, but he saw the Kinairan, Killers roaming the streets. After two short conversations with family, he moved homewards, to roam his basement, to keep himself awake, to wonder, why they went from one dark regime, to what the Betrayer, Kalenz Uradir has forged for himself and silently admitting the praise, that Ikur did not make the mistake of seating himself upon the throne like a king.