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“Proof that the Maliata’fenn cannot think for themselves,” says Delos to Dimaethor, “Is that they inverted the Okariran and Evariran for their governmental titleage. A pathetic attempt at avoiding plagiarism, to be sure, and just another reason we must remove their ilk from Atlas. It is, in fact, disheartening and incredible that they did not even manage functioning Mali’sae grammar in their title names.”

“n-nani?” -Emperor Tiber Septim III, right before being assassinated by an ancient Mali’ame.

A History and Account of the Follies of the Talonnii Thuln’diraar or; The Maliata’fenn and Lomal as written by Delos Telperion, 1692 LOOK not to the propaganda of the maliata’thilln when learning of our unfortunately shared histories, llir’thilln. Believe not the lies of their ‘Grand Prince’, a title taken in a simpleminded attempt to best the High Prince of Malin’or. Learn the true histories of our peoples, and reject the teachings of those failed self-experimenters. REMEMBER maparonn’haelunor, llir’thilln, and remember ah’Larihei. When maehr’sae hiylun’ehya freed us from the backwards ways of our cousins, and careful research and pragmatic ways served our people greatly. Remember, then, ac’Lomal, the treacherous, spiteful child that destroyed a haven that might have lasted eternity, elcihithilln’oem. Remember then, llir’thilln, that the Thuln’diraar ‘scientists’ followed him to that accursed altar, fell from our ways. Time has shown our superiority – half a millennia’s time brings forth their young insanity, their stagnant births. They failed maehr’sae hiylun’ehya, and such was a folly that must be written and not forgotten. WHEN Lomal was young, he wished the world – such is the ways of children, and such would not have been a terrible allim had he still followed our ways. There had been lyesae’aheral prior; there have been lyesae’aheral since. His folly was the killing of mali’thill, and the use of untested, unregulated magics, magics we now believe the work of Daemonic forces, to attack our people. An ‘aheral of sound mind would have been careful in their research; an ‘aheral of sound mind would have accepted their banishment for the murder of two ah’paronn. He was neither, and it has been since proven that Larihei’s banishment was just and true. THE depraved Thuln’diraar, however, joined Lomal in his wretched and misguided attack on elcihi’thilln, however, he cast his die with the brash and hateful youth. He allowed his spirit to be burned away by the altar, allowed himself to take one of the many wretched forms that would destroy elcihi’thilln. We must never forget, llir’thilln, that he and his laboratory of unproven mali helped cause the destruction of our homeland. Remember the prose of el’lenniel lae kheliyah, of Lomal’s weakness and arrogance, and know that each attack on his nature too easily can be used to describe the maliata’fenn. They were among the mob that shot our beloved Larihei, and they cannot be forgiven for their wrongs. If it were my decision alone, any maliata’fenn would never find themselves within the walls of elcihi’thilln, nor, indeed, walk Atlas free and unbound. SADLY, a few among us believed any means necessary must be taken to undermine Lomal, and so saved the maliata’fenn from their fate. The maliata’fenn were allowed to follow us through the portal, llir’thilln, when we escaped all those years ago from their mutant allies, and so the Thuln’diraars called themselves Tundrak and claimed themselves chosen of a false wyrm god. I urge you not to allow such a mistake to occur once more. maehr’sae hiylun’ehya Delos Telperion

Telperion | When one wishes to fool the world | | they need only tell the truth | Family Tree [WIP] Physical Traits and Appearance [REDACTED] Personality [REDACTED] Beliefs maehr’sae hiylun’ehya History A long line of scholars and mages in Haelun’or, the Telperions left Haelun’or in disgust during one of elcihi’s early bouts of dark magic controversy, returning to the ‘aheral community only upon its collapse and the advent of Fi’halen. [[Message me on the forums, Haelunor ingame, or bickando#5883 on discord to join.]]

Delos frowns, speaking once more. “Let us not cherry pick my arguments, Mister Laurir’ante. As confirmed before, the Enclave of Fi’halen is at its core the successor to the now-defunct State of Haelun’or. Saying that we should seek quorum among those not within our borders blasphemes the idea of purity – why should we seek the responses of those that hide among lesser peoples, rather than those that have returned to the lands of the High Elves? You also did not respond to my question as to your claims of resignation – did you or did you not resign? If you did not, you are ‘ata throwing acal, for you did not make attempts to reconvene our peoples or protect our purity as was your elected duty. If you did, then you are ‘ata throwing acal, for you have since claimed yourself okarir’mali, a title which you resigned, and have since withheld as a normal citizen the writings of our people from our people. Do not take my comments on Miss Soulheart, a woman whom, as I remember it, completed a task for Haelun’or in her self-sacrifice against the attacks of the September Prince, and whom Maheral Visaj has since recommended return to the walk of purity anyways, as the only thing to which you must respond. To pick at a single piece of what we speak is, after all, the defense of a man in the wrong. Regardless of your belief in what a Purity Trial consists of, there has always been precedent of it being among the Council and immediate citizenry, which, in my recollection, you are not currently a part of. An example of this was in the laws penned in Snow’s Maiden of 1600, and prior in Snow’s Maiden of 1587.”

Delos once again retorts. “You decry the centerpiece of Fi’halen as illegitimate, yet claim to believe the state allowable. The last Maheral disappeared, the Maheral prior to Athelir inactive. You attack our Maheral for lacking legitimacy, leaving no means for him to claim it. What is a state without a leader? What need have we for tradition, then, without any of the markings of our history? Let us speak on the true matter for which you have been called upon, the return of the Eternal Library. You believe they will be mistreated, but in what capacity might we progress without the teachings of our past? It is not, after all, Solaria Soulheart that is the undertaker of those tomes we retrieved ourselves, nor is it she, crippled as she is mentally, whom would benefit from it. It is the mali’aheral you swore to protect, and it is for the release of knowledge to the many that we approached you in the first place. If you wish to speak of Solaria, I ask again, where were you and your council, that she might have contacted you to repent? In the destroyed ruins of our motherland? Perhaps she might have benefited from eternal wandering of the wastes, searching for the many on a council that has disappeared. We believed that the mind could be healed, and in lieu of those whom by ancient tradition would be granted reparations, we assigned her tasks far beyond her known capacity. Should you wish to rest the entirety of this argument on her, I personally would find it not displeasing to have her complete a task you assign – though, as our laws also now state, the purity trials are held in modernity by jury and by council, and not in ways in which vindictiveness might dim judgment. On abandonment, I will be quite frank in that your council issued the proclamation of evacuation well into 1682, when you declared intent to resign in 1681. Perhaps I am mistaken; perhaps you did not resign at all. Perhaps I am mistaken in the opposite factor; perhaps you did not mean to issue the proclamation of evacuation, and it simply passed through your hands and onto written word. If I were to be correct, however, it would mean a successor was never allowed to rise – a strange circumstance for a man that has just declared he left office long before the September Prince’s attacks. Call me insane, then, when I recollect that Mr. Sullas and the good Elervathars no longer issued proclamations after their resignations, instead allowing due course of democracy, and the resulting victors of elections, to issue proclamations. If I am not wrong in that you held onto office, it would mean that, when elcihi fell, you failed to take up the mantle our people had elected you to. In fact, if I am not wrong in that you held office, and I am not wrong in remembering you claiming still to be the Okarir’mali, you fail still to take up the mantle our people had elected you to. Would it not be strange, then, if I wondered as to the meaning behind your arguments on abandonment?” For a moment he pauses, as if to collect his thoughts. “The Maheral was placed by vote of those left among us. Was Dio required to derive his legitimacy from a Maheral that had disappeared? It was a strange predicament we found ourselves in, when all those that had led us suffered from similar dereliction of duty as the past Sohaer Cenwall denounced past Maheral Athedil upon. It was a strange predicament we found ourselves in, when our derivation of legitimacy came first from the people that placed their trust in him and secondly from the past Maheral – like, as you mentioned, Dio Astore, and like Avern’dionne Adriane, successor to Iatrilemar Elervathar and from whose line all Maherals of recent memory have been appointed. Strange it is, therefore, that when we call upon Mr. Sullas to judge us, carrying the dignity of the lines of Maherals prior, that you base your claims of illegitimacy on tradition, as would it not be strange to you that all Maherals after Iatrilemar Elervathar, when Mr. Sullas passed his last fateful judgment, are then under your own definition, as you so quaintly put it earlier, illegitimate? I am afraid we have found ourselves at a point in the debate in which, without Mr. Sullas’ approval here, we shall never have a Maheral again, and all those that claimed to be so after the good Iatrilemar Elervathar will need to be retroactively declared usurpers of the title.”

Delos steps forward once more. “I find it strange that you speak so righteously for yourselves, when so little was done in the dying days of elcihi. The way of the mali’thill, indeed, is not to cast judgement without investigation, for, indeed, without sufficient information, a logical decision cannot be made. The air must be cleared, then, upon which you attack a citizen’s name. It is true that she tattooed her body, in your time. It is also true that when the September Prince attacked, Miss Soulheart stood in elcihi’s defense, and Miss Soulheart was crippled in its defense. Progress and health indeed, that you would so claim one whom sacrificed herself for her home is so terrible, and indeed, one whom takes no position in our governance, has cleansed her body of impurities that could be cleansed, and has repented her violent tendencies before the populace of Fi’halen is impure. Forget not, llir, what you spoke of in our conversation – you released your mantle to no ‘thill, hoarding the texts of the Eternal Library and becoming unresponsive when Haelun’or needed leadership most. One must only look at the dating of the last Council’s proclamations to see that the revival of our people was never considered – the survivors, now inactive, did not rally our people afterwards, nor speak on the need to persevere for the sake of our ways. Haelun’or was a city of ghosts when you left, for it had been depopulated and discouraged. The pleas to the Council for reform in the face of adversity were ignored, and the old ways long lost to time and mismanagement. Haelun’or was plagued by cancer, and that cancer was its leadership. Which right-minded ‘aheral would think of the old times and liken it to the husk it was when you came and left? Remember the ways we once cherished, the term maehr’sae hiylun’ehya. The development of wisdom and health, progress and health. Remember, then, that as you have so dutifully acknowledged prior, you have withheld all written knowledge from the Eternal Library from the people of Fi’halen. I ask that you look about – where is Haelun’or? Haelun’or is gone, as so many have wished for so long. We instead have a state in which we seek the progress and health of our people, a state which has recovered the old ways, reinstated security among the mali’aheral, and seeks only the future of our race. You declare us an improper successor, a falsity, as if we profane the name of mali’thill – I declare you the last in an era of rot and backwards conservation, a man that looks back on his reign with nostalgia but disgust at others whom wish the return of a state for Larihei’s people. Remember, perhaps, the circumstances in which Haelun’or of old was forced to rise – eons of exclaves and minorities, lost culture and lost peoples in Aegis. We found ourselves fragmented, with no Maheral, no Okarir’mali, no elheial’thilln. We, the wise and the old and the young and the bold, set to repair ourselves, and when we found the last piece of our great puzzle towards the restoration of proper ways to our people, we were denied it because we were ‘illegitimate’. The accusation that our state is false because we allowed a woman to find redemption within our walls after sacrificing her legs, her eyes, her head for our people is nothing less than the ravings of a madman. The accusation that, because the Sohaer and Maheral on your corrupted council have disappeared or died, and therefore us reverting to the only past Maheral among mali’aheral for declaration on succession, is impure is an obscene misconstruction of our Enclave. Your belief that you, after having left the Silver State to its own devices, did not abandon it, is an affront to the very idea of logic, and that you choose only when we are on the cusp of a return to real, true civilization to attack us is an attack on maehr’sae hiylun’ehya itself. I believe in the mali’thill, just as I always have, and I believe that our people must follow maehr’sae hiylun’ehya. I have penned culture into regulation that we might educate the newly arrived, done everything in my power to remind our people of traditions and ethics. Maheral Visaj spends his time among the blessed citizenry, speaking to the newly returned mali’thill, and the many that we allow within elcihi but not within our sanctums as you claim we do. Sohaer Laureh’onn works tirelessly for the betterment and protection of our people. Where, before you so graciously denounced the only real enclave of ‘thill left on Atlas, have you been?”

“Never before have I been more disgusted in the nature of fellow mali’aheral, even in my interactions with ‘ata.” sighs Delos Telperion at the notice board in Fi’halen. “Dark times indeed.”

Lavrat-es The Axis of Heaven | Fate with Form Lavrat-es lazily gazes upon her realm, and sits on her Throne. 10 AP Saved.

THE SILVER ENCLAVE OF FI’HALEN FROM THE OFFICE OF THE DIRECTOR OF NATIONAL ETHICS AND PURITY Blessed citizenry of Fi’halen: It is the pleasure of the Department of National Ethics and Purity to announce the rebirth of legislation debates. With the reconstruction of our society and peoples, we must once more tread the path of our forefathers via the purification of our nation and enlightenment of our individual selves. The first two legislation debates, to be initiated in 19[NINETEEN – TELU’MOIEL] Elven hours ((6:00 PM EST, 11/18/18)) are as follows: DEBATE ON THE IMPLEMENTATION OF PHYSICAL PURITY REGULATIONS ENTAILING: The passing of a national ban on the wearing of gold [ACAL] metals in direct contact with the skin. The passing of a national ban on the piercing of the body without verifiable medical prescriptions, or for reasons aesthetic. The passing of a national ban on the dyeing of hair to those exhibited by impure Mali’aheral for reasons aesthetic within the Enclave. The passing of a national ban on the coupling between or other unnecessarily intimate relations of a pure-blooded Mali’aheral with any uncertified or uncertifiable Mali’aheral, Mali of lower distinction, or races not of Malin’s flock. The passing of national legislation, conventions, mandates and otherwise on the proper donning of robes, armor, and other accoutrements. DEBATE ON THE IMPLEMENTATION OF PURITY CERTIFICATION LAWS ENTAILING: The passing of national legislation, conventions, mandates and otherwise on the re-implementation of the Purity Trials for those with blood and mind deemed impure. The passing of national legislation, conventions, mandates and otherwise on the grandfathering-in of current citizenry deemed pure by the Silver Council. The passing of national legislation, conventions, mandates and otherwise on the grounds in which new entrants and citizenry may be deemed pure. The passing of a national ban on those of ill mind and body from the premises of the ENCLAVE OF FI’HALEN until deemed worthy by the Silver Council. MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA DIRECTOR DELOS TELPERION

Independent Edichi Movement The government is useless, Captain Lor Billa soon decided. The Imperials had little to no power in Keigh, though the far side of the continent was little less than a hub of his greatest enemies. Yet, he couldn’t acquire a single proton cannon from the mayor. His camp, a bunker whose entrance was in the deepest corner of a tunnel network maze under Keigh, was filled with men and women. For every militia, for every trained shot, there were ten that had never held a gun. For each person that could carry their rations, there were five that nearly didn’t know what the meaning of ‘rations’ was. The only feature each held was in their eyes – the same gleaming, fresh looks of those that saw something across the horizon. Hope. It won wars, kept the weak from being destroyed by the strong. Scanning the room, then, he announced the year’s operations: [Actions] In the towns of Alpa and Dreis, a squadron each of nine soldiers and one sergeant arrive to begin subsidiary cells of their own. Hidden among the populace still, Lor’s rebellion must grow its numbers in enough dispersion to evade the gaze of the Imperial forces. The sleepy towns, where Imperial supervision was more lax, would make perfect expansion points. A half-platoon led by Lieutenant Dal Koor, made of 21 soldiers, makes its way throughout the year to Argowell by basic transport, where they too begin to recruit new members to the fledgling Movement. They begin recruitment slowly, ensuring any recruits continue their day-to-day lives to prevent Imperial suspicion. The last 23 soldiers, including Captain Lor Billa, stay in Keigh to begin training the many recruits to a level where they can at least be used. - Among the recruits in Keigh, a young woman with a repainted R2 unit joins the others in combat training, and, when that finishes each morning, disappears into the hills. A Jedi Knight, practicing her craft far to the north of the rebels she has unofficially joined.

Discord: bickando#5883 Faction of Choice: Rebel Cell 5 Faction Name: Independent Edichi Movement Brief Faction History: Beginning with the creation of a planetary battlegrounds between the Republic and CIS, the Independent Edichi Movement seeks to return the world to the peace it had had in its relative obscurity. Just barely birthed, with rapidly growing numbers in the city of Keigh, it lies still beneath the surface of the slow town – no ships, no vehicles, just a hope for a better future. Hero Name: Mi’al Brief Hero backstory: A young Zeltron Jedi Knight meditating on Ilum as Order 66 took place, only recently having passed the trials at Almas Academy. Upon the execution of Order 66, she flew to the Outer Rim to search for other Temple survivors. Her arrival and subsequent hiding on Edichi was, sadly for her, completely coincidental with the Imperial forces entering the structure, locking her in-system. Hero Point Acquisition: Force Sensitive [8] Force Ability [1] Force Combat [1] Any specific items/equipment request: A green lightsaber, 1 Delta-7 Light Interceptor ( a.k.a. Jedi Starfighter), 1 R2 droid. Suggestions?: Now this is pod-racing.

Lavrat-es The Axis of Heaven | Fate with Form Lavrat-es had planned on resting. Her Throne and its gateway complete, her garden safely protected by five beings of great power. Then she saw it. From her Avatar, she could see mushrooms, disgusting fungi spreading across the continent. Not on the far shores, nor the southern end, but within sight of her Realm. She could almost smell it. Such could not stand. [2 AP] – The river floods, turning the area into a large lake, and, hopefully, devastating the young mushroom forest before it can properly take root – or at least hiding it underwater so she doesn’t have to look at it. [2 AP] – The entrance to the Underpath on the same continent is closed up.

Kristoff curses from the skies. “Wrong banner idiot.”

Lavrat-es The Axis of Heaven | Fate with Form They’ve ruined it. Rushed, myriad projects littered her creation. These rushed projects, however, might still hold value to her. Her next act would be one of change. In the center of the third-largest continent, she materialized. Breathed in the air, watched the newborn animals run about, closed her eyes. Then the scene froze. Far above, it would be easily visible what occurs. A massive, slowly spinning ring marks a radius of a thousand miles for just a moment before the chunk of the World-Sphere is rent completely, removed to the Throne. It is replaced with clean white marble, and as her eyes open once more, the ring too appears, and the area curves inwards, and it is her Realm. Within it, the laws of reality themselves begin to bend. Time dilates, space bends. Where once was a mile is now a hundred. When a second passes outside, a hundred pass within. In its center, a tower of glassy opal rises high into the sky, and, when looking upon it, a stream of words transcending language enter one’s conscience. T h e S a n c t u m o f L a v r a t – e s To within her Sanctum is the World Throne’s Portal moved. On its highest floor, where a mortal might look out and for the first time see the curvature of the massive World-Sphere, the glassy entryway into her palace stands. Around this top floor, five orbs slowly circle. One of marble, one of moss, one of ichor, one of stone, and one of mana. The Visages of the Five Creators. She did not make this realm simply to remind herself of the past. No, it would be the ultimate test of the mortals created by the other Gods. So she must populate it. Five threads turn to massive, gaseous Orbs, slowly circling the Sanctum high above the clouds. They will be the birthing tanks of her Guardians, their homes till challenged. The Visages of the Five Destroyers. The first race, the outermost Orb is dark, evil. With a deep, soul-piercing “eye”, the Wol-er is to be the first challenge for those that wish to climb the tower. Woe to those weak of thought, that lose themselves to the God of Shadow. Those with minds too weak die, and those that die are given to Wol-Kot. It stands among thin passes and paths overlooking great falls. The second race can best be described as test of the will. Many-limbed, no-faced, the Tha-er guard the second ring of the Realm. It speaks in little more than a bastardization of language, in a thousand lost tongues and of a thousand forgotten possibilities. It is not sentient, nor could anything so dangerous be allowed to think for itself. If one keeps their sanity, keeps their path towards the opal temple, they face greater challenges. This one does not kill – it sends the now-insane out of the realm, to torment their once-known. For they are but mortal, and their enemy an enemy of all fleshly beings. The Dor-er is untiring and undying, and in its circle of a hundred miles, the thinnest domain of any Guardian, so too must be the challenged. Of a time before civilization, and till a time long after civilization. Past the territory of the Dor-er is the treacherous, dark ravines that the Tal-er travels. Though human-sized, it boasts the highest intelligence of any of the Guardians, for it has the cunning survivability, the tricks, the poisons and the plagues of the being it was formed in the image of. It is not the most dangerous. For of the Gods, there is one among them that works not towards a goal, selfish or kind. It works simply for the sake of death, for chaos, and it was with him in mind that the Ius-er was molded. The last of the Guardians, the defeat of Ius-er would require a battle of legendary proportions, by a mortal of power and intelligence little less than a God’s Avatar. If a hero loses to Ius-er, their souls are claimed by Lavrat-es for her personal collection in the World Throne. Finally finished, Lavrat-es returns once more to the Throne, where she puts the piece of World-Sphere she claimed into a small conservatory, locked from evolutionary cycles. [Major Act] – Major Plane Creation, “The Looking Glass” A desolate land where five mighty primordial beings, unable to escape the Realm created and supported by Lavrat-es, watch over her Sanctum. Time passes faster and space is warped, and at its center is a great tower of opal that houses the portal to her personal realm, the World Throne. The five orbs that circle the tower replenish the energy of the Guardians and, if necessary, give them rebirth. Somehow, foreign entrants do not age faster, though they also do not recover mana or ichor faster. [Minor Act] - The Sanctum of Lavrat-es An Avatar of Lavrat-es in the form of an opal tower, tasked only with waking Lavrat-es should a mortal make it to the Sanctum, defending the Portal to the World Throne, and sending mortal heroes through the Portal. Immobile, but capable of warding off and shielding the Portal from anything less than a God. Also serves as a collection point for those that die to the Guardians.

Lavrat-es, the Axis of Heaven, Fate with Form Within the Void, Lavrat-es gazed about. Nothingness. Perhaps that was to be expected. She knew in her head her role – the Axis of Heaven. She knew that she was Fate itself, and that this Void needed something in particular to begin her Cycle. It needed a planet. So, in her eyes, the golden rings spun. Out of the void, infinite threads were borne from nothing, each brilliant with energy. With her will, they thread together, form. In its center the energy is densest, and the threads themselves little more than a structure of chiral angles. From it weaves dense threads of great number, solidifying, straightening. Fate itself intertwines, and she watches it form with great anticipation. A cube of threads appeared. Then she gazed into the infinite, and sighed. There are others. Six planes will not be enough for all of our creations. So she returned to her work. More threads, more energy. Hundreds of massive planes and straight, delineating angles. Large enough for a quintillion Avatars to live on comfortably. The creations will need a flat space to live on, so this is perfect, she thinks to herself. What perfect, infinite ingenuity. Then she wonders. How will the creations visit each other? A great tragedy indeed. At the edges of her polyhedron-world, she curves them inwards, makes one able to walk from one to another. Then, she noticed another problem – the curves always needed to end somewhere. So she curved it more, and more. Soon, it was spherical, and, as she landed upon it, she smiled in satisfaction. Somehow, this feels flat. In an instant, the surface energy dissipated, and the threads hardened. What was left was, well, a massive white sphere. But this is my World, and the others need to know it. The other Beings, were, after all, sure to come after her beautiful creation, and the Axis of Heaven could not lose it to another. So she set into being a plane, its energy the source of the planet’s continued existence, the focal point between the planetary center and her Energy, centered on that point so that the planet would not move. The planetary core, she decided, would be left empty, and left an infinitely small siphoning point to ensure it did not collapse in on itself. The spherical exterior, after all, did not extend to the core, where it was still a polyhedron of structural supports, which she left to remind herself of her ingenuity. So she created with this planet her Throne. Within that infinitely small point, a plane in which she built a massive palace of primordial energy for herself, threads infinitely spinning and speeding through the abyss surrounding it. She would decorate it with the creations of others, she decided, and created too a portal that would allow her to reach the surface, one that could not be found or entered except for Gods, or those Fate favors. Finished, she sits on her throne, taking on the appearance of a blindfolded angel. There were others that were fated to create far more than her, and she was bored of this game. Perhaps she would try her hand at the Laws next. [MAJOR ACT] – Planetary Creation – “The World-Sphere” Composition | Celestial Thread {White} Core | Empty {Centered on World Throne} Major Feature | Doesn’t rotate, doesn’t move. [MINOR ACT] – Minor Plane Creation – The World Throne Entry Point | Moving Portal on Planetary Surface

The Gray Coast Governor Aurellius Laurentian Tentallicon After a year of doing nothing, presumably to force the Imperial Capital ironworkers to remember that their iron shipments from the provinces were quite generous, Aurellius’ villa issues more commands. [27-1{Maintenance} This Year + 26 Last Year = 52 AP] [40 AP] – Grade 2 Military Foundry Constructed [prev. Grade 1] [12 AP] – A Mercantile District begins construction. [] – The Imperial Council is notified that the Marshal has not done his job in clearing out the Empire’s roads, as the Gray Coast is still plagued with bandits and Korvic raiders have not stopped appearing every so often. Additionally, the Coastmen cohorts are preoccupied defending Imperial mines and shipments, so cannot clear the roads themselves. [1 Iron resource] – Coastmen iron once again flows to the capital, though this year, not nearly as much. [] - A second child, a son, is born, and the now-one-year-old firstborn, though a daughter, is paraded around by Aurellius at a yearly Tentallicon family reunion.

Forum Name: uh Skype: you have it God Name: Lavrat-es, the Axis of Heaven, Fate with Form Appearance: (Can be anything to a toga clad old man to a swirl of leaves.) The appearance of Lavrat-es is that of a young woman, with white hair and pale skin, dressed too in white, silken robes. The form’s irises, however, are pale blue save the golden rings constantly rotating within (though sometimes not visible, wearing a blindfold). Alternatively, her Avatar is often that of an angel in armor, with a wide, metal ring as a halo. Agenda: (How will you act in the world? What would you oppose in other gods?) Lavrat-es seeks a form of completion within the plane. Perhaps she works towards a vision, though her goal is uncertain – all that can be ascertained with certainty is that she seeks to guide the world towards its end. Description: (Long-form description of your god’s nature, personality and vision for the world.) Lavrat-es watches with great interest the workings of their new universe. Minor interactions with mortals, shaping the laws of reality into a complex web, and obsession with finding her true purpose (a strange irony for the personification of Fate) characterize her actions, and she seems more than happy to allow the other immortals to do the busywork of actually controlling the world. Sample Creation: (Could be anything to a law of nature, a place, race or a magical avatar of your will. This is just to jog your imagination.) The Ancient Garden is, in some ways, similar to Soth-Kagoth, though on a much smaller scale. A plane the size of a small village where the laws of the mortal world weaken to near-nonexistence, a thousand years may pass outside in a breath, or a hundred within in an instant. It is where the Avatars of Lavrat-es are said to be born and blessed, and where she herself lounges and lives a hundred eons. Impossible to be located, only stumbled upon by fate’s mysterious workings, it is said even she does not control the roamings of the plane (though she, or an Avatar of hers, is also said to host any that find themselves within). When one enters (which may be near the end of a long journey, entering one’s home, or anything in between) it appears a ruined temple on the top of a grassy knoll at eternal sunset, holding within long-extinct plants and long-lost relics.

"A great man, and the perfect candidate for the avocation of the rights of the Human minorities and commonfolk." remarks proud Seventian, Nikatien Drakaene.

Full Name: Nikatien Drakaene vem Azar vieren Grata r Sarun Year of Birth: 1668 City of Primary Residency: Markev (3 Hawker's) ((MC Name: bickando

Party Name: The Seventian Rights Lobby (and associated parties, associates, and localized followings) Chairman: Nikatien Drakaene (Descendant of the Seventian, and, latter day Norjuni, Bitazity Dracaena, Lord and Steward of Rockblade Keep, Baron of Drakeston, Ser, Defender of Somnia, and Magnate of Seventis) Mission Statement: To further the rights of the Seventian people through pacifist social and political activism. Platform: The Seventian People (and all men and women of the Empire) need their rights, and the party therefore votes in favor of any agenda, and will help lobby and vote for, any politician that advocates said rights activism. These are reflected in the practical pillars taken up by the party: 1. Overarching governmental reform in favor of cultural minorities and commonfolk. 2. Lower taxes, Empire-wide. 3. Across-the-board government decentralization to improve localized representation of the people of the Empire. 4. The clearing-up of civil laws in dossiers offered to the common man, improving their abilities to understand their rights and obligations to the Empire. 5. Defending the rights of the Seventian people and other historically oppressed minorities through the improvement of base civil liberties.

NAME: Nikatien Drakaene vieren Azar vem Grata NOBILITY (Y/N): N if not, GENTRY (Y/N): N AGE: 17 DATE OF BIRTH (if known): N/A PLACE OF BIRTH (if known): N/A RACE: Northerner ETHNICITY (Haeseni, Adrian, etc.): Ald Seventi PAST MILITARY/COMBAT EXPERIENCE: N/A PAST LABOUR EXPERIENCE: Logging, sand-digging. SIGNED NAME: Nikatien Drakaene

hey! some of us really like the snow!

Kristoff Stafyr smiles from above.

Serelia fondly remembers a time when there were only three Snow Elves in Fenn, and no High Elves. Her "Fenn for the Mali'fenn" picketing in front of the Temple continues.