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What is it that you fear most, Onas?

The words cut like steel in the elven prince's mind. Amaesil rolled over in a simple bed constructed in the Warden Keep. Beside him, his loving partner slept; across the room, his two daughters held one another in a manner that would make any father's heart melt. Not this day, though. Not this day.

Amaesil rose from the bed and made his way to the nearby balcony. The night was dark, but he could still see the illuminated horizon to the east of the keep. Flames continued to lick skyward in the place that he had called "home" for the past sixty years. He stared at the horizon before his attention was caught by the mutterings below him. He looked over the edge to see a congregation of rangers speaking silently at the foot of the keep. Awake at this hour? he thought. I often wonder who are truly elven between us both.

With deft footwork, the elven prince robed himself and fled the keep. He wandered the pristine woodlands surrounding the old city of Amaethea, but the feeling was not the same. The animals had fled during the battle, and all that remained were trees and bushes too afraid of the encroaching firestorm to grow properly. Fear would not rule the prince this evening, though. He headed east.

The destruction of Elvenesse, Eir'thall.

Amaesil stood at the edge of his city. Fires covered the land and the river boiled from the heat. The elven prince could only stare in awe and sorrow at the blackened gate to his once precious city. It was only days ago that he had stood here alongside a legion of Uruks on horseback. When the first of the wyverns appeared, he charged forward like a fool. The gate slammed shut behind him, but he had felt no fear. He was certain he would survive. He had been proven correctly, but the cost was great. Too great.

The city will not remain, but the people's destruction will be on you, Onas.

As he stood among the embers, Prince Amaesil recalled the final moments of the battle. He had swung his sword many times, but it was the power given to him by Courage that had changed the course of the battle. He was soot-covered, tired and weak from charging across the city and fighting on many fronts throughout the battle. Despite this, he continued to lead more and more people through the secret tunnels he had constructed the months prior. Had we not made these tunnels at Lulubelle's behest, we would have been trapped in the city many times, he thought with a grimace.

Is there anything else you fear, Onas?

The elf had thought the answer "no," but the events of the day had changed such. He had faced a wyvern alongside his men, and only the strength of Courage allowed him to combat it; he had charged headfirst into warring golems in order to ring the bell of retreat; he had walked shoulder-to-shoulder with his fellow Wardens into the Nether in order to slay a wyvern with the deft arm of Galan. Yet after all of that, there was one thing he feared more than anything.

Losing them.

The elven prince opened his eyes once again and saw the flames of the front gate. He inhaled slowly. "We lost my city," he spoke into the abyss. "But it will be reclaimed. My daughters and wife survive. My people survive. The strength of Courage and Amaethon flow through me, and Justice will be done."

Then, the elven prince returned home.

Now the true test begins, the young prince thought. He held his two daughters and wife close in the barn of the Owl's Perch. Sleep began to take him. 

It was just like my vision.

It's a coin.

The prince watches the young elf from a distance. His form is obscured by the branches of an oak tree, and the wind silenced his footsteps. He could not hear what was said, but the expression of Ardreth made it clear. Then, he left.

The fires draw nearer. The sky blackens and ash falls from the heavens like snow. A thick blanket of stygian covers the elven landscape — heralding the arrival of the Archdrakaar. Thousands of Descendants flock to the woodland realm and begin to take refuge behind the towering walls of stone. The sounds of stone churning out of caves and rangers stringing their bows are like a twisted symphony of preparation.

At last, a roar sounds in the deep of the forest. Azdromoth comes.

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The elven prince growled as the words reached his ears. Without hesitation, he sent forward a swarm of black birds to the Wardens, Druids, Templars and Rangers of the realm.

"Let us test whether we deserve these trees and stones. War comes; to war we go."

Prince Amaesil Vuln'miruel read the missive with a frown. The wind outside his keep was howling and rain peppered the old stone pillars with loud slaps. He came to the end of the missive, but he had already assumed who had written it. Wildfire, he thought with a sigh. Obsessed with the traditions of elves half a continent away.

The young elf stands from his seat and — as tradition demands — tosses the missive into the flames behind his seat. The paper withers and shrivels in the crimson flames. Amaesil steps out to the balcony and watches the downpour with a glower.

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shaders now
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and are you using replay mod cus my leaves dont wave about. they stand still in fear. im trying to warp it through premiere pro but thats long as f

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wonderful video, +1
 

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i also felt the need to point out that the spelling is Amaethea rather than Amathea if u wanted this to show up w the other elvenesse threads when players search for forum content

 

Good morning, folks!

A bunch of us Elvenesse players got together last Friday night and played a few rounds of Among Us together. We also handed out free skin commissions at the end courtesy of @Mewliet and @TotallyTayto! I decided to cut together a video of all the fun moments throughout the night for all to enjoy. If you enjoy seeing people from the server doing non-LOTC stuff, leave a comment and I will get to work on some more content and game nights. Thank you to everyone who attended, and enjoy the video!

"Show me."

Prince Amaesil Vuln'miruel felt the words catch in his throat. He did not need to actually speak when communicating with his woodland companion, but it felt right to break the silence of the Hinterlands this day. With a leap, the elven prince mounted his stag and the two bounded off into the great unknown.

It was twilight when he found her. Amaesil knelt by the shallow pond and watched the lifeless form of his marhaelun drift in the inky liquid. The chorus of frogs surrounding the pond echoed out across the woodlands in a sorrowful tone. Amaesil permitted himself to weep.

An hour passed before Amaesil wrapped Briar Taliame'onn in a white, silk sheet and rested her atop Estelavern the Stag. The pair walked home to the stone walls of Amathea. The bells rung only once this day.

I thought I might include some of the pictures we released of the rebuild, too!

Good morning!

This is a short teaser trailer for the rebuild that we in Elvenesse have been hard at work on for the past few months. We are nearing the completion of the project, and I thought it would be fun to do a small teaser trailer to show off the skyline. The only shot of the rebuild is the final one.

We are also hard at work on some lore videos and a story trailer. It has been incredible working with everyone on this project and I am so glad that you all finally get to see the final stages of something so great. Stay tuned and enjoy!

MC Name:

         Zilldude

Character's Name:

         Amaesil Vuln'miruel

Character's Age:

         62

Character's Race:

         Wood Elf

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Templarism

Teacher's MC Name:

         Bhased

Teacher's RP Name:

         Evar'tir Oranor

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No.

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes.

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, that you may no longer use it in character?

         Yes.

Amaesil Vuln'miruel would nod toward the ranger that had brought him this news. He traces a crack along the table with his index finger in thought. A mutter escapes his lips.

"Honorable beyond measure."

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[Trust me on this one.]

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4th of the Deep Cold, 39 SA

The day had been clear. No clouds had floated through the western skies. Then, as the sun began to set, onyx storm clouds formed above the Summer Sea. Soon a torrent of rain crashed into the southern woodlands.

The great city of Amathea flooded. The streets turned into rivers and the seawall groaned as massive swells crashed into it. Despite this commotion, one sound rang out in the night above all the rest: the sound of a woman’s screams. Then, the screams were replaced by high-pitched wailing — the wailing of an infant. The rain near-instantly faded away, and the storm clouds scattered into the southwestern sky.

The stars began to shine down on the woodland once more, and Prince Amaesil Vuln’miruel stepped out into the waterlogged clearing. He held a small bundle of red cloth that writhed around in his arms. Tears stained his cheeks as he looked skyward. He soon found his target — a cluster of thirteen stars.

“Yulnayl Vuln’miruel is your name,” the elf-prince said, looking down at the newborn baby girl in his arms. The child hiccuped. “You are named in honor of the Amber Druid Zolvan, and you are the daughter of Amaesil Vuln’miruel and Visenya Sylvaeri. Our little princess. My Little Fox.” He soon returned his gaze to the constellation. “Yulnayl, the Fox Princess, is what I name you henceforth. Serve my daughter well. Give her light when nobody else can.”

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Amaesil then turned around and returned to his partner, Visenya Sylvaeri. He placed the infant in her arms and sat at her bedside. The candles of the clinic withered. A great gift had been delivered to the Mali. A new Fox had arrived.

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Amaesil For the Next Year

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Prince Amaesil frowns. He looks toward the eastern horizon with his Haelun'or-style telescope. "... What?"

Prince Amaesil reads the missive. A small smile forms and he nods his head. From his perch within the Warden Keep, he can see the small village quite easily. "I recall a time when the smallfolk prospered in our woodlands, but those days have come to a close. I have the greatest respect for House Amador and the Halflings. I wish them the best in this new venture. Iheiuhii narne narneyem'ehya."

Prince Amaesil reads the missive with a frown. As he completes it, he folds the parchment and sets it at the edge of the table. "Let this be the rallying cry. I pray my kin of the Silver State — those that are ne monsters — find the path of righteousness."

... She killed him.

Prince Amaesil Vuln'miruel lowers the paper slowly. His brown eyes turn misty and distant. His hand begins to tighten slowly into a fist. The paper crumples to mulch. Tears begin to roll down his cheeks, but his face remains stern. Wrath fills the young elf's features.

"... Haelun." With that, Amaesil rushes for the Grove.

"Good riddance," Prince Amaesil Vuln'miruel says. His eyes betray him, though. He wished to be the one to bring death to the Accursed Beast. So many had called him foolish for following his heart and standing by his conviction. Yet the Hound, despite its words, still faced him. His fist tightened.

"Damn you, Hound."

Prince Amaesil nods. "Neat."

Amaesil snorts.