Monkee

Vytrek smiles. Together, they had put the Elves back on the path to strength. It was a large step, but only the first.

"This makes things convenient," a Snow Elf concludes.

Having already spoken, this enlistment is accepted and filed away.

By way of a raven's dark wings, word is sent to each of the respondents; dropped from its talons, a simple parchment. "Meet me in-person, by the square or tavern of Ikur'fiyem, and we shall discuss your enlistment. I await you there." -Signed, Vytrek Tundrak

Having already spoken, this enlistment is accepted and filed away.

By way of a raven's dark wings, word is sent to each of the respondents; dropped from its talons, a simple parchment. "Meet me in-person, by the square or tavern of Ikur'fiyem, and we shall discuss your enlistment. I await you there." -Signed, Vytrek Tundrak

putting u back in the hole

when the how do you feel about the why when they what? can u coup me already?

Respectfully bnk, you're completely wrong. There has not been a single public election for Sohaer or Okarir since January of last year - 6-7 Sohaers ago. They've all either seized power via the council's support or been granted power by their predecessor; each of these has happened multiple times. The only elections for Sohaer or Okarir that have occurred since January 2021 have been limited to just the council. There's nothing illegitimate about the way Kiwi came to Sohaer, unless you're also discounting Widu, Gavin, Iverach, and Caelria - every Sohaer this map bar like one at the very beginning. Weirdly, the admins didn't intervene in those cases. As you haven't logged in all map, I wouldn't expect you to know this, but it makes me wonder why you feel the need to weigh in on things that you really don't know anything about. I couldn't think of a more perfect demonstration of a playerbase beholden to players who no longer play - who feel the need to oocly intervene in rp to determine the fate of a narrative they're no longer invested in. By definition, this move was the appeasement of old power. Ironic, considering the new mission statement.

It's just weird to me that admins are fighting for a nation that chose not to fight for itself The storming of the Citadel? No resistance The field battle? Forfeited after stalling The siege? Forfeited after stalling (and admins increasing our war costs from 2k to 25k halfway through the war) The actual sack? Resistance by one dude who wanted to PK, and all of the pk's (the focal point of the war) were later overturned by admins for no apparent reason The legitimate PRO transfer from Kiwi to Twi after Kiwi was elected? Halted without any rules-based justification The brief period of conflict after itdontmatta seized PRO? Nothing but combat-logging and begging admins to ban conflict in Haelun'or (which they did, lol) And now, extended cooldowns for war and raids on Haelun'or - as if they haven't spent the last month on cooldown for both We haven't been fighting Haelun'or, we've pretty much just been fighting the administration - and then you complain about ooc lol Their big defense was bringing some long-gone players to spam forum proclamations. Now that this is over, most of those players will leave again, and Haelun'orian activity will probably flatline within the next few weeks. You're right when you say this was an un-rp solution, but I fail to see how it was within players' best interest either

Vytrek offers a nod of approval, for he looks forward to working with Prince Netseth in his new post!

A solemn smile crosses Vytrek's lips at the announcement - for he had grown to know Zirath not only as the Prince of the Mali'ker and a favorable political partner, but as a friend. 'A well-earned retirement,' he concludes.

By way of a raven's dark wings, word is sent to each of the respondents; dropped from its talons, a simple parchment. "Meet me in-person, by the square or tavern of Ikur'fiyem, and we shall discuss your enlistment. I await you there." -Signed, Vytrek Tundrak

Vytrek wonders where this energy was during the actual war, or the period after it in which conflict racked the Haelun'orian city!

i will teach you poopmancy for $20

that's cool where's my refund

how do you

By way of a raven's dark wings, word is sent to each of the respondents; dropped from its talons, a simple parchment. "Meet me in-person, by the square or tavern of Ikur'fiyem, and we shall discuss your enlistment. I await you there." -Signed, Vytrek Tundrak

"For a self-professed 'warrior people', these strange island-mali do much nonsensical talking and no fighting; they do much dying, though," a Snow Elf observes.

"I am not too sure of that," a Snow Elf muses from abroad.

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From their perches atop the withering foliage, the caws of crows sound off stone and dirt, echoing through Ikur’fiyem. Autumn had arrived, and even in Fin’hesin, that land of stout winter, did life wither. Green turned to orange, orange to brown, and brown to nothing. Brisk winds from the north chilled to the bone; a harbinger of what was to come - for following autumn would be winter, and the winter of Fin’hesin was a deep, lifeless freeze. And so, while they could, fauna and ‘fenn alike scavenged the lands, picking them bare in preparation for their hibernation. Those who failed to secure their resources before the deep freeze would wither away and perish in Wyrvun’s frigid breath. It was a time for competition; a time for war. And so, among the faithful of Isvinity, word was spread of the impending Equinox of War - to be held at the very height of autumn. “Sons and daughters of Aelthos - As our wars at home and abroad draw to a close, we find ourselves amidst the withering of all that is green and good; a different type of war now stands before us. It is one we fight with each seasonal cycle - one of survival. As our northern summer comes to an end, and winter approaches, I invite you all to celebrate the Equinox of War with me at the height of autumn. It is a time for you to help our Principality gather food in preparation for winter’s hibernation, and prove your martial strength. We shall hold a hunt, whereby the individual to collect the most pelts will be awarded the title Ihnsil’fenn. Thereafter, come and feast in the tavern, and listen to stories of martial prowess. Further, a melee tournament shall be held, and the winner crowned Wyrvun’s Champion. They shall be granted a professionally forged weapon, and may ask one thing of their prince - to be delivered so long as it is within both power and reason. This autumn, our invitation extends to our cohabitants in the Principality of Nor'asath as well. I look forward to bearing steel with you." _______________________________________________________________________________ [[OOC]] The hunt will be held this Saturday at 4pm EST, to be followed by a feast in the tavern. The winner of the hunt will be determined by a rolling system, and will receive: -The title “Ihnsil’fenn” -The sum of 250 minas The melee tournament will be held this Sunday at 4pm EST, and is open only to citizens of the Dual Principalities (though spectators are welcome). The rules are as followers: -No leaving the arena -No ranged weapons -No mounts The winner of the melee tournament will receive: -The title “Wyrvun’s Champion” -The sum of 250 minas -The ability to ask one thing of the prince, to be granted so long as it is within power and reason _______________________________________________________________________________ Tournament Sign-up Please respond to this thread with the following information MC Username: RP Name:

As that era closes to an end, Arsenios doffs the teal bandana. He does not cry that it is over, though. He smiles because it happened.

Having already spoken, this enlistment is accepted and filed away.