Monkee

Aelthir finishes his artistic masterpiece.

"It is not as if the Snow Elves have been around for four Elven years and this High Elven group has been around for four Elven days," shrugs Aelthir, deep in thought.

"Another fine read," nods Aelthir, flipping through the pages over his morning tea.

Aelthir wonders what a group of militant Elves who value soldiering through traditional combat and who mistrust magic due to its physical deminishings and corruptive mental capacity might look like. "Oh," he comments after a moment. "That's us."

Aelthir reads over his copy of the Stolt Standard, sipping his tea. "As always, a good read."

"A hypocritical letter from a vile 'order'," notes Aelthir, looking over his copy. "It is rare indeed when I find myself agreeing with the Dominion."

Aelthir sips his morning tea, a copy of the newspaper spread upon his desk. "The finest news in all of Atlas," he decides, continuing to scan over the text. ((Still stunning that you guys made all of the art yourselves))

joe bailey moving slowly towards authoritarian communism

aelthir screams

it looks like the state of michigan fam

powerful

i support this mart

the roast of @Willy6001

cringe also nice job stealing my avatar

:(

SIGN UP SHEET FOR THE ONE v ONE MELEE Name: Dirty Mike Age: Unknown Nationality/Faction: Homeless Race: Human Title: Dirty

"Druids causing trouble? What an entirely novel concept," a certain Snow Elf sarcastically quips upon hearing of the infestation, before returning to his ledgers with a dull sigh.

[Ooc] Username: ww2buff99 Activity Rating (1-10): 10 Skype: you have it Discord: ww2buff99#9163 [RP] Name: Aelthir Tundrak II Gender: Male Place of Residence: Talar'ikur Race/Sub-race/Culture: Snow Elf Roles (at least 2 roles, not including Bilok’sair as part of minimum): Specialized (Crafter) Do you swear allegiance to the Princedom of Fenn and Grand Prince, and pledge to do your duty and to never steal?: Of course

Steel echoed against stone, the percussion reverberating throughout the chilly air of a distant southern land. All throughout, the bilok'thuln tore down their scaffolding, as over a year of work came to a wordless close. Snow was swept from the square and streets, and siege engines were raised upon the tops of towers jutting up towards the gray skies above. Amongst the plains and forests of a wintery wasteland was risen a city of stone, marble, and ice, as stout as the Fennic architects and workers who labored away upon it so tirelessly. Wagons of supplies passed through the gates, as the Mali of Fenn began to settle into their grand construct, offloading the sturdy ships upon which they had made their arduous journey to the land known as Atlas. And thus, the capital city of Fenn was complete: Talar'ikur, the City of the Gray Horizon, promising the prosperity of the Snow Elves within the Atlasian realm. It would be within this last, southernmost bastion of civilization that the Snow Elves made their home. However, the completion of construction was no end. Rather, it was the beginning. And so the next age of the Snow Elves begins. -------------------- OOC -------------------- I cannot even begin to show enough appreciation to the team that came together to make this happen. I would like to give a massive thank you to MisguidedRoyal, MasterChef89, Harold, Treatycole, Immahorseridda, sidmmvv, SneakyPandas_, Darkfox4, willy6001, Nate1540, NolandTheNovice, Lackless, Jax, Silent_Slayer, Elrith, and everyone else who was involved in this immense build process. You guys put a lot of sleepless nights into both the construction and schematica'ing of this city, and if it weren't for each and every single one of you, we wouldn't have been able to do this. If I forgot anyone I'm so sorry - there are just so many of you. You guys are awesome.

dirty mike gasps!

"alright" says dirty mike

dirty mike frowns

Aelthir laughs, "No."

Dirty Mike sharpens his lynching rope(???).