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IGN: *ElynxYon IC Name: *Gra'ahka Ly'Di Skype: *kristal.clearwater Why Do You Want To Join?: *"Mi wunt tu fynd klan whur mi kun lib wid udder gobos, agh lurn da waiz ob da zhamans in tyme." Brief Biography: *Gra'ahka was born and abandoned by her mother when she was but a kub in the harsh lands of Kalos. There, she wandered the docks and begged on occasion for food during the day, fighting for her life with nothing but the femur of a skeleton during the night. However, as fate would have it, she was picked up by a large Orcish clan and took her in. However, Gra felt belittled, as she was the smallest kub despite being faintly older because of her goblin heritage, and though she was keen and smarter than most of them, she was belittled for being gobo. As she aged into her teen years, she learned of a ploy where she were to be mated to a boy that she did not know nor like, and during the shifting of the worlds, Gra used this to her advantage and ran away from her clan--and her obligation to her engagement. Upon the shifting of the new world, she wandered through in a nomadic fashion, exploring until finally meeting up with a Ly'Di clan member, and with promise for a better life as an Orc, she followed after him, in hopes of finding a new home...

((I'll talk to Nelecar and let him know to release my tower from it's province state. Thank you for helping me get this all cleared up))

((I would have loved it if neither of you tried to claim my tower. I didn't quit the server, I took a break due to some situations in the real world popping up. Two days later, I'm on skype and hear that Nelecar has taken my tower as a province. He claims he did this because you were going to claim it, and he just beat you to it. I don't know who's lying, and I honestly don't care at this point. I just want my items back where they belong, and I want claim back to my tower. That's the end of it. If I have wrongly accused anyone of anything, including both Jake and Nelecar, as I have passed to both of them accusations and ponderings on the situation due to information I have received, I am sorry to stepping on toes here. I just want to be able to deal with life problems without people trying to lay claim to my things and buildings that I created by hand along with gathering all materials myself to obtain. I would also like to be added to those chests, or for LWC to stop bugging up, because as of right now, I can't even see what's missing...))

"My tower has been repossessed by Nelecar, the Okarir'sil of Haelun'or, a high elven city I am a citizen of. He claims he did this due to the coarse actions of King Jake who, upon seeing my absence, wished to take my tower for himself..." Corellon huffed in anger, wiping his brow of beads of sweat. "Also, The items from all of my chests are gone, and only Jake had the spare keys to them!" (If you can get this to be backed up from others, I would appreciate that. I would love some compensation. I earned all of those materials through mining and killing mobs. I want Jake to pay me back for all of that, and if I can see it, would see it fitting if he lost his ranks as king. He does not deserve that title with the way he's been treating this situation. I am not a lost ruin to pillage for his own gain.)

Glancing to Apareon, almost not recognizing him at first, he kept walking, soon halting and swiftly turning around to speak to him. "Apareon!" He spoke out in almost surprise, as though he appeared from thin air. "It's about King Jake...I fear he has been tampering with my tower and has stolen my items to boot!" Corellon was soon grumbling incoherently about provinces and vacations, making little sense... (The items within my chests consisted of Smoothstone, cobblestone, a lot of cooked pork and beef, as well as a lot of raw beef, apples, various tools of stone and wood, And most importantly, my eyes of ender, my ender pearls, and my ironblock, 5 Iron ingots, 1 gold block, 3 gold ingots and 1 gold nugget. were these items included?)

"Out for so long, I must really attend to my duties now..." Corellon huffed with a sigh, stepping down the cobble path. It had been a few days since he had last seen his home and his place of teaching and knowledge. Glancing up at the streetlamps, the result of his labors, he smiled genuinely, but was soon frowning in distaste at the arch that hovered over the path, a sign perched upon the top. This sign read "Province of Haelun'or." He raised a brow to this. "Why would Haelun'or take it upon themselves to province off my tower?!" Anger swelled within him, as he rushed to his beloved erected buildings, soon seeing the doors' knobs had been replaced, locked, the symbol of the mali'aheral labeled along the rustic metal. "Why!?" he growled, slamming his fists onto the wooden framings of the double doors. "Why? Who did this!?" After a moment of thinking, it could have only been Nelecar, the Okarir with the power of military and the guts of an Enderman. Nelecar was the only Okarir who had visited him a myriad of times, knowing the tower. After many an hour of speaking with Jake, the king of Skravia, he claimed Nelecar suddenly took it without warning or precedence, but Corellon was no fool. He could feel the tension from the King, and he acknowledged to himself that not even the Okarir'sil would suddenly act so brashly. He stilled his tongue from catching Jake in his lies, waving him off after the conversation had ended. Stepping to Skravia now, he only hoped to find the situation of what happened to his blessed home... ((OOC: I had announced on the forums that I was taking a break from LotC, I wasn't leaving, or rage quitting, just taking a break to sort out some things in my life. However, upon only being gone for 2 days, I come back to learn that all of my items from my chests had been taken, (which I can't even check on because the LWC bugs) and my tower was being fought over by Skravia and Haelun'or. After talking with both Nelecar(Iorwen) and King Jake(Alakabam) I had concluded a few things, but questions still remain. They are telling me two different stories on what happened.) (I was told that Jake had tried to claim my tower for skravia, but Nelecar beat him to it to keep my tower safe. Jake didn't seem to really bring this up in the RP conversation while I was drilling him. Jake had claimed that all of my items in my chests had disappeared in a server reset, which I highly doubt, and considering he is the one who locked my chests for me, I'm only going to assume he stole all of my items. Also, Corellon is always off on business and coming back to his tower. Why now the sudden repo of the tower? If what I'm being told is correct, Jake metagamed to try and take it, knowing OOC I was taking a break.) (I just want my tower to stay under MY precedence, but until this matter is settled in both RP and OOC, it stays in providence with Haelun'or, as I trust Nelecar a bit more than Jake right now because of what I've witnessed.) (I would also like everyone who has witnessed to give a small RP and OOC response to this post to help me gather more evidence and information on this matter.)

Because I plan on making more songs, not just elvish songs, I am going to be adding these to a thread I'm going to make for Eowyn's Bardic songs she sings for the public. Also, I'm thinking of starting a bardic guild for those travelling nomads who wish to play the lute, the harp, and sing tales of old for the kindly people in taverns.

Corellon sends his quill across the paper, his elvish name gracing the parchment at the bottom of the charter's signs. He looks it over, letting the ink dry, and smiles with a nod. "Signed."

"In favor." ~~Corellon Larethian

HAELUN'OR CITIZENSHIP APPLICATION: Name: Corellon Larethian Truename ((MCName)): ElynxYon Origin: Since a young lad, I have lived in the solitude of the forests, cultivating my own food, raising my own animals and bringing myself up in my own magics. Due to a few incidents I have had with orcs, I have also taken into learning the trade of swordplay. Upon my living in the wilderness, I have come across many people, as well as a man you call Maheral, Dio Astore. He kept me company and allowed me to mentor him for a few decades, also teaching me a few things as well. Upon my hearing of the rumors of Haelun'or, I sought out to find this fabled city, wishing to find other elves of pure blood like my own. How can you declare you are Mali'thill: I carry the dogma of the ancient mali'aheral ancestors to heart, bearing not the customs that do not associate with my cultural existence. To stay a mali'acaln of taeleh'aheral, I affiliate only with the beliefs of hiylun maehrsae'eyha, partaking in knowledge the wisdom of the world. Why do you wish to become a citizen of Haelun'or: Simply put, to live close to my fellow high elven brethren, subject to aiding them and the city for the greater good of our progression. What is your personal vision for our blessed race: To preserve the beauty that the world has to offer, to keep hold of the purity of one another, always guiding one another in knowledge and peace, to promote health and medicinal creations, to seek out the lost culture of the mali'aheral, bringing our people back into their former glory. What does maehr'sae hiylun'ehya mean to you: 'Tis the progressing of the mind and the body through meditation and physical exercise to better yourself into something more improved than you were yesterday. It is to remain healthy, never taking in the poisons of the world into the body or the mind. It also encourages me to help my own brethren to reach such goals and break limits on themselves as well, and to stay in good health, never needing their purity questioned. What Elven phrase do you particularly take to heart? Please explain why: Sil'Othelu, Taeleh'Marothelu is a phrase I have conjured for my own personal parting for ending a conversation due to it's personal affect on me and what I stand for. In common tongue, it means "A sharp sword, a sharper mind." It is a metaphorical statement catering to the goals of bettering yourself in both your skills physically as well as meta-physically. I am a man of both blade and incantations, carrying this belief with me since before knowing the san'mali, and bring it up as meaning "Keep your body strong, and keep your spells always at their peak of power." It also adds onto the thoughts of staying in health and learning more as you age. What is the subject of the first book you will submit to the college: I have already brought forth a book to be added called "Dogma of Corellon." It is a simple book, containing the points of Hiylun Maehrsae'ehya in my own words and actions. What would be your reaction if you ever saw a human, orc and unknown Mali'aheral travel the roads from Alras together: A curious scenario it seems. I would, at first glance, wonder about the Mali'aheral, unsure if he has been informed of "Hiylun Maehrsae'ehya" and what this means to a true high elf. I would pull him aside and speak to him, giving the proper information on his behavior. If he does not come to realize that he is having his purity questioned, I will simply allow him to live his life, no longer affiliating myself with him. If he does, however, understand his heritage and agrees to become correct in his ways, I shall show him the city of Haelun'or and allow him to bask in the knowledge that he has been missing. What home would you like to receive: I have put up a small board of claim on a residential tower already, located to the right of Aurea's tower across the small bridge by the dock showing my interest in said living there. The tower's location is "Vallei Niut." Are there any other details about yourself you wish to relay to the council:

Light flickers gently, dimly perched upon a white wick candle, cascading a faint orange glow among the room it resides in. There, sitting on the red-wood desk, it accompanies a piece of paper and a steady hand gripping a quill, the tip dancing along the parchment to ink out words and writing. The one in control of such a hand is a man, cladden in dark robes of silver and purple coloring. His eyes are intuitive, darting across the page he is etching on to follow the words he is bringing out from his mind into the quill. As he continues to write, his mind begins to drift slightly out of focus, his hand calming and slowing. Looking up at the wooden ceiling of his room, he stares almost blankly at it, a heavy sigh exhorting from his lungs. His thoughts are warm, images of tall towers, majestic beings and a rich culture. Haelun'or had traveled the tongues of many races, most in ill-content, but it mattered not to him. He was of Mali'Aheral, a high elven child, as it was spoken in the ancient elven tongue. A sudden jolt of the boat's movement awakens him from his thoughts, bringing him back into his cramped room. Upon his glancing back at the desk, his eyes shift just in time to witness the candle falling to the floor, catching the wood on fire. A faint gasp of surprise escapes him as he jumps up from his seat, patting his sandled foot on the small flame quickly, putting himself into the darkness of the room, letting it loom over him. He picks up the candle and sets it back down upright on the desk, only to leave the room completely for the time being. He was anxious. There were talk of an Elven lass he had grown fond of from the stories he had heard. His thoughts transitioned to her. He was unsure of what she truly looked like, though he had been informed that she carried white hair and blue eyes of gorgeous proportions. In his curiosity, he had delved into the depths of his heart to send her a letter, wondering if she received it, if such a maiden was even possible. A faint smile creases along his lips as he finally reaches the deck of the ship, casting his eyes out into the ocean. A sudden flutter of his heart sends him rushing to the edge, leaning forward to see a small speck out on the horizon. Sitting in the rising sun, there perched upon an isle sits erect many towers of stone, blue in roof color, as well as a large wall surrounding more structures. Had he made it? This seemed to be none other than the city of Haelun'or. He just hoped he would find what he was looking for...

One more song to throw into the mix. I'm starting to work on Mordred's lullaby right now. Will try to have it done in a few days. I will post the finished product into my first post.