TwilightWolf

A note is left pinned. "Three thousand minas."

Titania spots the scroll as she passes, pausing for a moment to write a reply. "I would like to request a tome on arcane shielding, or enchanting if the first is unavailable. -Titania" ((TwilightWolf9012)) Nodding contently, she skitters off into the forests.

Dark, imposing clouds billowed in the northwestern forests, casting a chilling wind over the treetops, and gusts to sweep over the wooded trails of Malinor. The dark mass roared angrily with booming thunder, shaking the ground as it drew nearer to the home of the elves. Wild cracks of lightning illuminated the blackened sky, revealing the massive blanket of bitter cold rain that began to descend in sheets. Many scurried indoors to shield themselves from the frigid downpour. Waves upon waves of icy rain washed over the land, but in the plummeting temperature, the deluge slowly dwindled. The loud pattering of raindrops against soil and structure grew quieter, nearly silent. Frosty wind continued to howl against the trees and buildings, carrying dancing flakes of snow in whirling breezes. Swirling and spinning across Malinor, flurries brought a coating of ice all across the forests. Drifting away sluggishly, the storm leaves behind a blanket of white over the Princedom, and a much colder atmosphere. Warm clothes will certainly be needed...

Titania arcs a brow as she finishes. "Did I say that we were to harm her? If you had listened closely, you would have heard that we should -keep an eye on her-." She shakes her head a few times, sighing.

Titania's eyes narrow onto Vierna as she rips down a poster. Uncrossing her arms, she marches to Vierna with a tilt of her head. "It's entirely possible. I saw the entire event myself, there is indeed a wraith protecting her. I suggest putting that poster back up, even though she is but youth, she poses a threat if not carefully watched."

~A letter is dropped off at Ellir's tent.~ Ellir'vuln Haumel Your service is greatly appreciated, and after careful reviewing of your sketches, I would like to incoroprate you and your work into our current construction project. Although I am busy, I request that you find me at your earliest convenience so I may introduce you to the other members and discuss the new city's layout. Ame nae evareh, llir. ~High Princess Titania

((Not trying to kick an ants nest here, but Ebs specifically said that this is because some players simply cannot folllow the rules set in place. That being said, we decided to suspend these in favor of the old raid rules to that in the event they are broken yet again, there is a better chance of the offending players receiving proper consequences. This is not because we are losing, this is because the rules are supposed to be followed. It was fun while it lasted, but it is becoming apparent that these rules cannot be monitored and abided by as we would like them to. So naturally, we default to a stricter set of rules that, hopefully, the staff and the players will be less tolerable towards breaking. I respect your feedback Emeriick, but you may want to look deeper into our reasoning before assuming it is because we are loosing. I'm deeply sorry we've dissapointed you, but rules are rules and I would have hoped you held them in the same high regard. I would also request that this topic is locked before this becomes a senseless flame war.))

After quite the fail of a rescue mission, the High Princess is escorted from the Cloud Temple and back to Malinor. She is swiftly handed this letter, blinking in confusion. "...So... The answer's no, right?"

((Thank you, I was in quite a large back to back raid and was unable to edit this. I'll change the title, and specify that this is ooc. Apologies for any misunderstandings.))

((The following is OOC information)) Malinor - Human Conflict Rules 1. Combat Rules 1.1 Raid Rules - Max of ten (10) raiders allowed during the defendings faction’s chosen hours of peak activity. The default raid rules are to be followed during the remaining hours of the day. - Each faction is allowed two (2) raids per day. - Raiders do not require VAs during the defending faction’s chosen hours of peak activity. - Allies are allowed to reinforce one another, however raiding parties should still consist of no more than ten (10) raiders. - Raiders are not allowed to use ladders, battering rams or any other form of siege weaponry. - During and after raids zero (0) real tears are to be spilled by either faction. 1.2 Warclaim Rules - Warclaims must be posted one (1) week in advance from the date of the battle itself. - The warclaim must be scheduled during the defender’s chosen hours of peak activity. - The victor of a warclaim is given the initiative in writing the next claim. This initiative lasts for one (1) week, at which point the initiative switches to the opposing faction. - During and after warclaims zero (0) real tears are to be spilled by either faction.

Setting the letter down as she glanced between the available council members, High Princess Titania set her eyes onto Khel as she spoke. "It seems she desires to converse with the Valah again. Perhaps this time they will present themselves more civilly with the presence of the rest of the figureheads of Anthos, mm?" She flashed a smile to Khel before adressing the rest of the seated elves. "Lliran, Malaurir Khel and I will set forth immediately to heed this call." Coming to a halt before the main gates of the temple, the two hand their steeds to welcoming monks to watch over until the conclusion of the meeting. Approaching Princess Sophia, Titania bows her head. "Karin'ayla, llir. Ayla nae osulier." She inclines her chin gently as she peered down to Sophia with a gentle smile. "Let us hope this meeting of yours goes more smoothly and with less... distractions than our previous encounter." She nods conclusively, before taking her seat by Sophia and occasionally passing murmers between Khel as they wait for the other arrivals.

Somewhere, deep in the forests of Luminaire, a tingling sensation overcomes the heart of the High Princess.

The High Princess lingered by a window of the council chambers, scanning over a note as the young elven courier looked on with curious eyes. She tilts her head, half smiling to herself. "How... convenient...", she murmured to herself. The silence of the council chambers was broken by the sound of beating hooves. Her eyes dart low to the road, grinning broadly as she gazes upon the familiar steed. Turning to the courier, she folds the letter and stows it away within her robe. "Llir, fetch Asul'ilum. I will be joining my dear friend to Bortu'nor..."

The last light of the day seeped through the council chambers doors in rays of gold, illuminating the table of the High Council. There, the advisors, the Princes, and the High Princess huddled around the birch wood of the table, stern murmurs passing from each member. Finally, the room fell silent. An eerie calm swept over the room, broken only by the voice of Titania. “It has been decided, then. Odolf, Orei… whichever he chooses to call himself, must be swiftly uprooted.” Her voice turned cold as she recalled the attempted riot, eyes flickering with anger. “He who attempted to start a riot under the alias of a peaceful debate… Orei showed promise in my eyes, but it is clear to us that he wishes not to assist Malinor, but destroy the Princedom by causing chaos among our streets, and plant seeds of corruption and unrest among our kin. He has been branded and deemed a Varsele among our people, and shall be cast from our lands permanently. He has no place among us.” Her gaze shifts between the council members intently, before handing a folded letter to a perched red tailed hawk, who swiftly plucks the letter from her fingers and flutters through a window, delivering the message to Orei. "To Orei and his followers, In response to your acts of rebellion and chaotic criminal endeavours with the intent to harm the people of Malinor, the High Council has recognized your utter disregard for the laws and customs of the Princedom, and sends you this letter as an official and formal declaration of war. Should you choose to surrender, you must announce the official dissolution of your following, evacuate the ruins you inhabit, and vacate the lands of the Shining Princedom of Malinor permanently. Choose wisely, Varsele."

High Princess Titania skims over the note as she lingers over a window of the council chambers. Bobbing her head into a silent nod to herself, she taps the letter with one of her fingers, murmuring quietly to herself. "...Certainly has the determination, but is plagued by the tongue of a Valah...This debate will reveal if this is false." Her eyes stop just short of the end of the letter, sighing in frustration as she lifts a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. "...Why does he ask to debate the racism of Haelun'or? If he has an issue with their culture, then it would make more sense to discuss it with -them- and not us." She purses her lips in frustration as she folds the letter with almost effortless precision, far too many times has she been blamed for the culture of her cousins. Turning to the table, she takes her seat and begins writing a letter, which would be swiftly delivered to the aspiring Mali. "Orei Mali'Vardiami, I have personally read over your invitation, and you have sparked my natural curiosity. Assuming that I am free to attend, you may expect me to attend your debate. I would like to make a few recommendations, however. The college of Malinor is under heavy renovation, and I would respectfully advise that you choose an alternate, more suitable location if you are expecting large numbers. I personally offer the High Council chambers for your temporary use, provided I am there. Secondly, I would consider either revising or removing the topic point 'Racism in Haelun'or', as Haelun'or's culture is neither part nor influential to the leadership of Malinor in any way. Please send me a response if you decide to accept my offer regarding the use of the High Council chambers. I await a response, and look forward to your event. --High Princess Titania"

Because this 'Eventide Order' was neither discussed nor approved by the WHOLE of the council, I respectfully request that you temporarily cease your 'enforcements' within Malinor and her provinces until a suitable representative comes before the council and myself to gain official approval to continue their goals within Malinor. --High Princess Titania

~A fresh document is pinned about the notice boards of Malinor~ The Emerald-Sapphire Amalgamation In order to reforge relations and regain stability in the lands of Malinor, The Magestate of Ac'talareh has returned under The Shining Princedom of Malinor under these agreed terms, effective immediately. - The Magestate exists as a province in the Princedom, the borders of this province will include Leanniel and both valleys. - The Magestate is represented in the Lower Council of Malinor, title be held by the guildmaster at the time. - No guild or Magestate law or policy is subject to be forcefully changed by anyone but those within the guild. This includes the Magestate's hierarchy and inner workings. - In times of war, the Shining Princedom of Malinor will assist the Magestate. In accordance with these terms, the Magestate in turn will: - Return all lands of the Magestate to the Shining Princedom of Malinor as a province under the nation. - Delvers and Talarans will answer to the same High Council citizens of Luminaire do. - In times of war the Talarans will assist the Shining Princedom of Malinor. Tayna Maehr'ohn, ame nae evareh -High Princess Titania -Artimec Camoryn

Much frustration has been saved, great tutorial.

"The High Elves dictate everything we do, we must remove them from Malinor and Dark Haven, then all of Anthos. " Titania chuckles as she peers at the particular phrase as she speaks. "It seems someone is a tad misinformed to think that Lin'evaral is still part of Malinor..."

Within the forested halls of Luminaire, the High Princess darts about the paths and hanging walkways as per usual, like a hummingbird flutters with a sense of urgent curiosity between flowers. Whilst she goes about her business, Titania comes to a sudden halt at the plaza notice board, her eyes trained on the fresh declaration with an air of annoyance. As her gaze travels further down the parchment with every line, her frown deepens with anger. Before long she reaches up to the top of the document, pulling it off the notice board without care and folding it neatly in preparation to be sent off with a bird. She turns sharply and disappears deeper into the ancient forest, mumbling to herself as she paces to the council chambers. Once at her seat, she wraps her fingers around a quill and begins monotonously scribbling a letter, occasionally shooting a bothered glance to the folded declaration. The quill ceases its graceful dance against the parchment, and rests once more on the birch table. Titania leans back, offering herself a content nod as she skims over the letter a final time before speaking softly to no one in particular. "I certainly did not expect the Delvers would go against the orders of -two- nations..." Her fingers strum calmly against the edge of the table, her lips curling into a distant, soft smile. "...Another meeting is in order." Titania lingers for a moment more, before standing and gathering the declaration and letter, and descending the stairs of the council chambers.