Samler

"My student lives." Seth spoke slowly after having witnessed the elf in the city. "He has survived many realms, genocide and just as surely, he will outlive this."

About the RP default, does it mean you can only PvP if there is 8+ people and the vote goes through?

Seth shook his head lightly as he read it. So many truths was written for all to see, but to those it was meant to read it, they would fail to understand the meaning. "Maehr'sae hiylun'ehya." The old elf said as he continued to roam Haelun'or.

Old fart Aegisian here

The old elf Seth nods slowly as he reads the missive. He paused upon finishing it. "Aye. Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya." He stated within the streets of Haelun'or. "But I can't help but wonder what new lies the enemies will try to force upon the world. Such used to amuse me, but they have gotten so bad these last centuries."

The old elf Seth stared blankly at the poster for a good while. "I feel as if the city is about to find me." He said, tone hinting of dread of the comming storm.

The old elf Seth Calith sets up a copy of the missive upon the notice board of Haelun'or with an additional handwritten note from him in a clearly different style than that of Elyon's "I suggest you invite him to the city if you wish to speak with him. -Seth Calith, elOkarir'tayna."

Seth shrugs upon reading it. "Huh, see no evidence they did so, just more propaganda." He continued on his day, looking forward to the great upcomming celebration

I mean, I guess I can take your items Unwilling but I am sure all the other visitors would prefer to keep their pixels

An old elf reads the missive right before going to bed. He sighs deeply. "So political and economic support, that is enough to found her princedom. . . As in, every military action she performs, it's thus unjust, for she can build herself that throne she craves for."

An ancient elf reads the texts with a scowl, rolling his eyes as he reads ' You speak of Lucion, but who was Lucion? You speak of Kalenz, or Iatrilemar?'. He commented for himself, within his own room. "Yes, Lucion was flawed but one of the better. Kalenz, a disgrace to our kin, which even his own kin agrees on. And Iat..." The old elf took a deep breath before shouting into the paper, maybe suprising anyone within his home. "SHOULD PUT A DAMM SHIRT ON!" Having finished the paper later, he marched down to the fireplace. "At least it can do this good thing."

The ancient elf let a small genuine warm smile upon seeing the picture of the missive. "Ahh, Lin'everal." The smile then faded melancholily as he read on the missive. "Well." He noted to himself within his home as he read it. "Fight we will indeed, they are trying to destroy the city, kill the people." He sighs "Even in the worst case, they get their way. They can't destroy Haelun'or." His tone a sad melancholy. "No one can these days."

Seth raising an eyebrow having seen it, he takes a small stroll into the Citadel, the glorious leader absent from the room of judgement as he were busy, working alongside his people, absent of self-proclaimed princesses and princes. "Their painter must had been in here." He glanced up and down at the parchment and the real thing. "So Aherlic.. Princedom." He grimaced. "They should learn elven at some point.. But that one is clearly mali'ker." He shook his head and took his leave of the Citadel to return to work. "But they are clearly different from normal bandits. They hire painters." And so the day continued like any other peaceful day in Haelun'or.

The open letter reaching Haelun'or, the olden elf shook his head as he read it over. "They make such a choice without having contact to Braxus- Children." The old elf sighed "Elmali'ker is no slave and he made no promises." He glanced about in the tavern of Haelun'or. "So Malinor sides with bandits and dragons, no suprise!" He ranted for a brief moment before turning to leave for his home.

The ancient elf sighed as he read the poster within the city of Haelun'or. "No matter, makes no difference to me." He muttered quietly to himself, shaking his head lightly. "Well, back to work." The elf would then continue on with his duties.

Upon Seth being swarmed as he tried to leave his home by children attempting to handing him stack and stack of the same damm letter he would tell the children sternly to leave him alone!.. Which would only make them even more eager to deliver letters to him, not at a distance as thrown balls of paper! This would of course cease when he protecting himself with the citizenry door.

Seth looks blankly at the last page of this collection of pages before walking around in San'evarir where with some hope that he would find @thiccpazuzu Maenor. "Look at this, they claimed to have traveled to the realm of Aegis, which when last seen, was being overrun by IBLESS and his minions? AND they found books written by MALIN himself?" He rolled his eyes in disbelief. "And claims Larihei invented the written language without providing evidence other than claiming to have books, from Malin, after having traveled to the most dangerious realm in the entire world."

Seth sighed deeply to Maenor. "Aye, with your sound requirements for a partner, this doesn't apply to you. . . Is this maybe an attempt to court that new Okarir'tir?"

THE BALLOT ((MC name: Samler)) Name: Seth Calith Vote for Okarir'san: ( ) Caledor Laraethryn (xx) Abstain

THE BALLOT ((MC name: samler )) Name: Seth Calith Vote for Okarir'hiylun: (xx) Seth Calith ( ) Valyris Wynasul

THE BALLOT ((MC name: samler )) Name: Seth Calith Vote for Okarir'tir: ( ) Kiljarys an Iarwaïn ( ) Finnadh Uradir ( ) Kolvar Trafina (xx) Abstain

An elderly Seth Calith slowly strode up before the gathering of people, the fragile elf scanned the crowd, taking in a deep breath of air as many thoughts went through his mind. He took a pause, letting people quiet down. He raised a hand in greeting as he started. “Karin’ayla citizenry of Haelun’or.” The hand moved to his own chest. “As many know, I am known as Seth Calith, typically calling myself ancient right after proclaiming my name.” He paused once more, the hand lowered. “I have raised my voice, to let you know I intend to contest for the position of Okarir’hiylun. For centuries, I have made it my duty of protecting people. In the ancient city named Haelun’or by Larihei herself, before it fell to ruins, I threw away my skills, to practice and to train, to protect my kin as Evarir, later on as Sillumir. But as I was quick to learn, not all can be cured by striking some monster before it can harm. Sometimes, it struck, other times it wasn’t even a monster but a sickness spreading. Officially retired as Sillumir, unofficially Evarir, I decided to learn how to heal.” Seth once more paused, looking over the crowd. “The worst cases are the unseen wounds, those not physical, but in here.” He raised a finger to tap his forehead. “And so I specialized in healing minds over physical injuries.“ Seth offered a small smile. “But enough of my history and experience, unless people wish to learn more. Within recent times, we lost most of our medical personnel and to my knowledge, the tavern is without a leader. People need housing in the future and I would deem myself quite capable of handling the administrative side of work, having been the equivalent of Okarir in Lin’everal of Anthos. I intend to get the already existing students taught through physicians I know and can vouch for, in order to once more not be left in a crisis should the unthinkable happen. While this is in motion, I will build up a team, to effectivise the handling of housing and keys in addition to creating a public council for planning of celebrations and events, to meet once a year and keep an easy to read calendar available for our kin. And lastly I intend to make a more organized system for guardians as well as check ups on any future orphans, to make sure their guardians are delivering care and education to a standard I can attest for. So to wrap it up with a quick summary of my main goals. - Get our many students educated through proficient physicians. - Find someone to take part in maintaining the tavern. - Create a team to sort out keys, housing and other tasks which might come up. - The founding of a public group, for planning of events, for the people, by the people. - The implementation of Dele’s easy to read calendar for the people of Haelun’or. - Improving on the present guardian system, to make sure orphans of this terrible world receive proper care and education.” *The old elf nodded to the gathering, seemingly happy with his own speech. “And I dare say, to you all, brothers and sisters of Larihei’s teachings, maehr’sae hiylun’ehya!” He called out the ancient phrase, waiting for a moment before stepping down.

Seth frowned deeply as he reached it in the notice board, shaking his head as he went out and about to look for the now lone husband, mumbling to himself quietly. "I really hope she talked with him before commiting the same crime.."

THE BALLOT ((MC name: samler)) Name: Seth Calith Vote for Sohaer: ( ) Arelyn Iyathir ( ) Nuala Telperion (xx) None of the above.