Supremacy

Arche would mutter "This is the most inflated piece of trash I've read this week!"

The elves continue to make the boats, evidently unfazed by Laethis' cheeky grin.

~.- By Order of the Law: A Silver Fleet -.~ It is so, dear elves of Haelun'or, that the elves of the Great Second Schism of Haelun'or have so defied the ultimatum so generously bestowed upon them. It is so the horde of impure who reside upon their mosquito infested isle continue to defy the Mother's Will. It is clear that the Unruly Child must be so brought into tow with the mother– for too long has it been allowed to run amok. By Order of the Blessed Tilruir'tir of Haelun'or— a Silver Fleet is to be forged. A fleet capable of holding an army of those of Silver Blood and afar who will cleanse those who defy the Motherland. A fleet which will end the schism of elves who have defied the path of Larihei. Ship builders, volunteers and woodworkers alike are to report to the Tilruir'tir and Tilruir'nor. Lye Lent. — Arche Raell

~.- An Oath Upheld -.~ "We pledge to protect not only Haelun’or, but all elven lands [and are] trusted with the responsibility to protect the borders of the Dominion." — The Oath Made by the Vigil to the Dominion of Malin, 1560 Seeking out the Sirame of Laureh'lin the Vigil set out to the forests of Laureh'lin. They marched through the twisting forests of the wood elves, searching for the Sirame they had so been told had set out many days ago to 'patrol the forests'. As they approached a clearing, the site of one of the many wood elven docks, they so spied from a distance a gathering of shadowy figures— all clad in black, their faces covered in masks. As the Vigils approached it became evident that these strangers to the forests of the elves were no ordinary men— they stank of rotting flesh. As the hours turned into days, the Vigils began to track these men. Following them from a distance. Though the party had begun only as a group of 6, the other Vigils who had been scouting the more far reaching parts of the forest slowly converged on the main group. The party of 10 continued to follow the men, stopping only to catch a small modicum of sleep before continuing to follow the strange spook-men. Eventually the strange figures came to stop in a clearing, whispering amongst themselves— an occult ritual? A moot of nefarious intent? The Vigils did not know. But moments later came a hideous roar, echoing through the trees as a giant green beast tore through the forest and barreled into the group of cultists. Through they had summoned such a ferocious beast, it became evident that the cultists had lost control of their creation— it lashed out at them— smashing a small Ethiopian child and killing him almost instantly. The Vigils retreated to the roots of a nearby Great Tree, allowing the Cultists time to become weakened fighting their own creation. Just as the beast began to tire, the Vigils burst forth, advancing— spears and blades pointed towards the vile Cultists. A great fight began— as the cultists revealed their vile forms. Bone-beasts, stone monstrosities and dark mages began their fight against the valiant, and vigilant, Vigils. The Cultists, already exhausted and partially defeated by the green beast of their own creation fell to the blades of the Defenders of the Elven realm. Eventually the great giant retreated into the forest— and the Vigils began to combat the few remaining dark creatures which remained. With the culling of a final Paleknight, the great battle which had unfurled in the elven forest had reached its completion. Skulls, cursed armor and the bodies of dark mages littered the ground. The Vigils picked up their wounded and made their retreat— knowing they had so cleansed a great evil upon this day. Lye Lent. ~.- Apply Here -.~ ((OOC recount; you can not magically see what you did not attend, folks!))

501Warhead singlehandedly made Mojang make 1.9 combat. As a consequence we should blame 501 for all aspects of 1.9. It is the fault of Nexus (the birth father of 1.9 combat) that 1.9 exists. Blame 501. WE MUST THINK WITH EMOTION, NOT OUR MINDS. WAKE UP SHEEPLE.

The laboring high elves, dwarf and human, begin to toil— pouring cement into moulds to form bricks and masoning quartz into the desired column shape. "Remember to follow all building protocols. Hard hats must be worn" shouted Arche The elves began to tear at the earth, forging a deep pit for the foundations to be placed within. "Be sure to mix the orc bones and Celien elf blood in a 1:4 ratio to make the cement" boomed Vuln'llyt as they continued to work. The elves began to tear at the earth, forging a deep pit for the foundations to be placed within. "Kelthran has blessed this wall" stated Arche resolutely once more. So it was, and so it will be. The wall shall be complete. Make Haelun'or Great Again!

Arche would mutter "A third fort? In the middle of their settlement? How utterly delightful!" "I am excited about all the possible activities"

"Lye Lent" This was their creed. Their purpose as it so stated: To Overgrow. To preserve that which was wrought by Malin until the Silver rusts and the seas redden. It has begun. One by one they did adopt the call of Silver, Ash and Emerald. Their purpose resolute. It has continued. There is no end.

I L L U M I N A T I C O N F I R M E D

Revin — Model Celien Elf Clensing Officer By The Vigil Citizens of Haelun'or and Abroad, it is with great pleasure I so present to you Revin— Model Celien Elf Cleansing Officer. Trained from birth, it is Revin, amongst with his other Vigil Kindred who have been prepared from birth for the cleansing of the vile impure. Armed with only the finest Daemon Steel Blade, a baton, Cranequin and— of course— a fashionable hat (soon to be standard issue to all Vigils), it is Revin who is prepared to cull impure— particularly those of Sanctuary— wherever they are found. It is to the elves of the world, we present this fair elf, so they might know of the fine and elegant work of the dedicated Vigil. And know that the forces of impurity, cravenness, and degeneracy— which all stem from one Laethis Izalith— must tremble in fear knowing that this hatted elf is prepared to hunt for them. maehr'sae hiylun'ehya, lye lent. The hunt begins. (Art of Revin by Keem)

SIGNED: Arche Raell

Arche would simply mutter "lye lent"

Unfortunately this lore has been denied. Citing reasons that this re-write is incomplete and requires more clarity before we might even think of its re-approval. If you have any questions; please PM me.

Unfortunately this lore has been denied— citing a lack of a need for new creatures given the douzens of unused ones we have right now. Sorry for any inconvenience. If you have any queries PM me.

Unfortunately this lore has been denied. The LT thanks you for your submission and we hope you have better luck in the future. If you have any questions, feel free to PM me.

"Fear the green trickle" states Arche.

Elsillumiran – The Weeping Blades “We wear masks so that we may hide our shame. Beneath the gold of our crafted faces, our tears well and fall like rain in summer. There is no pride in our hearts. There is no joy in ending life. There is no righteousness in the blade, and the bow. Our sacrifice is for our people, our city, and the maehr'sae hiylun'ehya.” Dear Single Sillumir, The Sillumir is formally disbanded. Its member (note the singular form of that word) is to find new employment in Haelun'or. If in the future if someone seeks to restore this order, and has 6 elves to pledge actively to the duty, this will be re-evaluated. Dear Citizenry, Feel free to ignore the above message— this changes nothing given we had no Sillumir anyway. — Tillruir'tir

The answer is always high elf.

The original lore worked on all typed of magic spilt into two subtypes. But, that was when mages could only have 1 archetype. The introduction of "exceptions" (which happened every 4 months any time anyone revised their lore) as well as the removal of the MAT meant that it became worthless— since any mage encountered would have an exception magic. Tempered fi' put an end to the fact that a player like MagicPastry could go up to nearly any event character, real character or any other character and end up being told "lol I have this one magic which you can't drain" so I'll just use that... And your magic draining magic is useless. (Hyperbole). The point is, the old form was viable until (someone) removed the MAT. Then, the proliferation of magic, and exceptions, made it kind of worthless. The notion that this has been powergamed, and that you were unaware, are both untrue— I will claim. Given... I said that clearly (as that was the main point of the lore) and given no powergaming reports ever have been introduced.