WickedRN

((I would just like to remind you all that you cannot see the other papers, as they are placed in a heavily locked chest. On another note, I'm glad to see you all adding things... even if some are trollish *cough*.))

A maplewood box trimmed in silver and embellished with intricate carvings is placed in an obvious location in each of the Mali districts. Each box is locked shut with a heavy iron lock, and has a slit in the top just large enough for a piece of paper to be inserted. Letters are hung above the boxes and marked with the High Council seal. ___________________________________________________________________________ Dear citizens of Malinor, In an effort to improve the High Council and the nation as a whole, a box has been placed in each Mali district. We ask that you place in these boxes any suggestions, solutions or constructive criticisms you may have for the Council. Please keep the comments realistic and respectful, and explain as fully as you can what you would like done, why, and most importantly how. You may leave your name if you would like, but it is not required. The Council will check each box frequently and review each letter. We thank you in advance for your input and look forward to hearing your thoughts. Sincerely, The High Council ___________________________________________________________________________

Yes and I understand that, but it doesn't take years to gather resources. We have RPly been on this island for years now and are at a point where we have all established our civilizations and so-on. We are well past gather resources. I think it's time to move on.

The problem I am faced with as a nation leader is that I simply would not subject my people to this dreadful island as long as we have. Not only is everyone so crammed together that we can barely breathe, but the island is a nightmare of strange creatures and natural disasters. Any sane leader would have said "Hey, I think we can do better." and packed their bags. I know it would be a huge pain to continue to island hop, but to me it only makes the most sense to be doing in RP. Maybe we could set it up like Goldilocks and the Three Bears, in that we keep hopping islands but there is always something not quite right so we just move on until we find that one perfect location. Those are just my thoughts.

Earenniel strides through the woods, her new dress flowing at her heels. Suddenly she comes to a halt. Before her is a bloodied elven head mounted on a crude pike. Swallowing back bile she reads the signs placed around it. Her face contorts in anger before she realizes that the writing is printed in clear, fully comprehensible words. She lets out a small bark of laughter at the failed attempt to start a war between the elves and the dwarves. Grabbing two large leaves to use as a brier between her hands and the flesh of the dead elf she yards the now rotting head off the pike. The head makes a sickening "Shhlk" noise as it comes off and Earenniel once again tries to hold in the contents of her stomach. With the head held gingerly in both hands she sets off to the Mali settlement to give the head a proper burial. ((P.S. What he was saying was that dwarves have a very distinct way of talking and writing.))

Earenniel joins the fire. As she sits, she closes her pale eyelids and takes a deep, calming breath. Her eyelids fly open and she addresses the group. I beg pardon for my state the past few days. Such alarming things have not allowed me to act with a clear mind. She turns to Orlanden. Darling, I do not mean to undermine you but I have spoken with those around us and it has been clearly expressed to me that living with the dwarves would be an unfavorable situation for many. Perhaps they would be willing to keep an eye out for us, but to force the mali'aheral to live with those they do not consider allies is not a fair ruling. In addition, it seems that nearly half, perhaps more of this band of elves here are of the Silver City, not Malinor. I believe it would be best to collaborate with them, hear their opinions, ideas, etc. Taking a slight pause, she flicks her eyes around the group. I do not believe the High Council should hold total authority over this collection here, but rather we need to work with them to achieve our goal. That said, I want to hear from everyone here, formerly of title or not. What is your opinion on the current state, and what would you do about it?

((As in are they Oren Nobles? Or perhaps nobles of Haelun'or, in which case there kinda has to be RP behind that.))

((Sorry for the OOC but where is this family considered nobility?))

Please do not necro dead threads.

Congrats to both of you. I'm confident you will do wonderful jobs.

Considering both of my characters have not been born yet I'm going to have to say no, I do not like this temp map. I really love my characters and I am now forced to play a random one because of the time this takes place. I would have liked to see RP around everyone getting in ships and leaving, then crashing on an island or something like that and having to work together to build a few ships to continue on. That said, I would still like to thank the staff for doing their best to get some RP up and running despite recent unfortunate events. You just can't please everybody, but thank you for at least trying.

((Do not necro very old threads please.))

As Kalenz begins to walk away Earenniel walks out of the darkness and into the fire light. Her eyes are full of determination as she begins to speak. I've heard enough now from you all that I feel now I should speak. The reason we are in such a predicament here is partly due to miscommunication and false information, which has lead to assumptions and bad decision. She mumbles something about having been High Commander four nearly four elven weeks. To those who believe that the High Council simply made this decision, that is completely false. A meeting was held among the people of Malinor and the proposal to move was suggested. We spoke for a full seed (one real life day). The result was a nearly unanimous agreement that we should relocate. It is true that we did not discuss this with Haelun'or or Malin's Gorge, which by the way is not a part of Malinor. It is Malinor that is at war with so many people, and therefor it was Malinor's choice as to whether or not we go. Now, enough of this dwelling on who brought us here. We are here now together, and that is what is important. Now should be a time to learn about each other and focus on our relationships with each other, rather than other races. I see this as a gift, for now I feel closer to Mali as a whole, rather than those who dwell within Malinor. Do not think of this as surrender or running away, because we are not. We are here because we act as Valah, fighting and warring using rash decisions and Valah war tactics. We are Mali! War is not in our nature yet we have brought it upon ourselves. We have lost our way and it is time that we found it. Learn the true language of the elves, reestablish our lost culture, and become Mali once again! The slender Earenniel stops her speech to hear what other say. Her circlet gleaming in the fire light.

A thin and graceful Earenniel hands a letter to a messenger. She whispers her instruction in his ear and sends him off to Salvus to carry out her instructions. The messengers runs as quickly as he can to the city of Salvus and finds the best place for his announcement. Standing where he can be seen and heard by most, he carefully unrolls the letter, clears his throat, and projects the contents of the letter as loudly as he can. People of Salvus, hear me now as I speak, for I am here to relay you the true words of the High Council of Malinor. Let it be known that all threats and taunts directed at your Queen Kyral and her people were nothing more than the ramblings of a once great ruler. For far too long the people of Asulon have mistaken words said by any elf to be the words of the council. This is by no means true. Do not believe any of this rubbish that is spread by those who only lust for conflict and war. Malinor is a friend. Because of the actions of our former High Princess Sythra Duskwind, a mass confusion of lies and hatred have been spread. To end this nonsense the High Council hereby banishes Sythra from Malinor, and if found she will be brought to Queen Kyral so that she may face her wrong doings. Any elf who dares pose as a Council member again shall face a similar fate. The High Council apologizes for the confusion wrought by our past leader, and hope that this conflict can now be solved. We realize that it has been rather confusing as to who truly represents Malinor given the recent and many changes that have occurred. To clarify, the following people make up the council or handle foreign relations: High Prince Bravepaw Prince Orlanden Princess Earenniel Prince Oceas Ambassador Emberhard Words spoken by any other elf should not be taken as official. We do hope that this at least mends some of what has been broken, and we look forward to continuing to build our relationship. -The High Council The messenger quickly runs away with the letter and attaches it to a bird, sending it away to Kyral. The crowd is left to ponder what was said.

A tall, slender figure approaches the board and scans over the note and its various replies. With a frown, she goes to her home to fetch a quill and paper. She sighs heavily as she sits down and begins scrawling a reply to her people. Children of Malin, it is true that we are wronged by these people who call themselves the White Rose. Our people are hated and oppressed when we walk upon their soil, quickly choked and killed for merely being who we are. Realize though, that this is what happens when flowers take root where weeds flourish. These people pose as roses, but that is what they truly are, weeds. If you wish to be allowed to live and prosper then settle where you will thrive; with your people. Now is the time for us to unite and come together. It is said that our council has lost our way and that they have forgotten what it is to be elf. I implore you then, return, and truly learn and know these people you are so quick to criticize. The Council may be full of fresh faces, but know that the old ways have not been lost, and will indeed return. Malin's children will once again be restored to their former glory, but the council alone cannot accomplish such a task. The people must be willing. Return to Malinor, and aid us in becoming a respected peoples once more. Earenniel dots the last period on the page and looks over the letter with satisfaction. She hopes that this will bring a positive response, rather than the negativity that seems so eager to flow from the mouths of all that can speak. She begins to dip the quill in the ink once more to sign her name at the bottom of the page, but decides that perhaps she will get a more candid response by leaving the letter nameless. With that, she carries the letter out to where the original is posted and hangs it with the other replies, being careful not to get boogers from the first note onto her paper.