Keldrith

The Sacred Journey Of Asioth Silvyr and Amberleigh's Pilgrimage to At'Ei ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ The Path We Share The hollow walls of Karina’siol were especially lackluster today to the loving duo. Their minds sought something else besides beauty. They sought the unknown, the mystery of Asioth, and the teachings of the Great Titan. Azdromoth, through Keledan, said they must know it, yet here they were with only two questions to guide them, and a vague arrow in the south-western direction of the continent. Only minutes had passed since their task was granted, and bags were already packed full of provisions and water, rope and tools, and small tents folded neatly on the sides of each pack. They delayed none, and set off past the gates that protected their beautiful and everlasting motherland. Time was of the essence, both Amberleigh and Silvyr figured this on their own. Knowledge, immortality, and the favor of the Titan’s eyes were over the horizon for them both. They were taking their first steps yet again, but were so much closer than they were before. Where they were going, neither of them knew. Guided only by their hearts, and desires, did they continue. The minutes turned to hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. Crossing the continent proved more of a challenge than originally anticipated, forcing the duo to enter foreign lands and forage for food and water, the seeds of all life. “In the hands of the Titan, we are safe.” They told themselves, giving every experience, no matter how humiliating, a much greater meaning. Nevertheless, In the single spirit and practice of botany, they sought out nature's sustenance and nutrition for each day of their journey, thus finding on the ground and on the high branches of luscious forest trees the richness of the earth. The time for questioning was over for them, now their hearts were set on trust. Trusting the experience, trusting the word of Keledan, and trusting themselves that their path was the correct one. This simple philosophy of trust, and devotion made this journey something much greater than originally anticipated. For them, this was new life being breathed into their stubborn ‘thill minds. A new perspective on life itself. Past the ocean, they reached the East Fleet. And for days past that, they finally reached the lands of Krugmar. From Krugmar, they reached Idol’s Garden, and finally they took their refuge on the coastline of Elvenesse, with the mangroves over the horizon. Scouring the earth for plants they could eat gave them enough provisions to last, and so they made camp. Hours went by and night fell, with the campfire raging on strong. The two, holding hands, sat beside the fire and looked into the flame. “In the hands of the Titan, we are safe.” They repeated this mantra to themselves, and to each other when doubt was seen in either’s eyes. Naturally, they were raised to question all things, yet this to them was different. In the first days of their journey, they spent hours upon hours arguing while dissecting the questions that were asked. How does one create himself? What is Immortality, if time is finite? However as the days passed, they realized this was the approach that would bring the most grief, pain, and suffering. They learned to trust the process, the path, and the words given to them for what they were. And so, after meditating through the night together, and allowing this trust to satisfy their souls and hunger for understanding, they chopped a tree together, and carved a boat that could take them across from the shores of Elvenesse to the Mangroves. There they searched, from tree to tree, searching it’s roots and the damp land beneath for their final destination, At’Ei. After another day’s search, they had found it. Descending the spiral staircase, the pair found themselves in a strange shrine, one lacking detail besides the runes on the walls, and the colors that separated the room in two halves. This place did not come without emotion and feeling however, their souls were filled upon entering this sacred place. Curiosity, faith, trust, love, and endurance. The principles they learned on the journey came together in feeling upon each taking their rest. Silvyr sat on the side of red, and Amberleigh the side of white, holding hands to connect themselves as their eyes shut, and the meditation began to unlock their final answers. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Silvyr’s Vision Silvyr sat there with his legs crossed. His left hand rests on his knee, with his right intertwined with Amberleigh’s. This connection, for him, acted as a way to see both sides of the shrine with closed eyes. The red represented something, and the white as well. Inhaling slowly, in patterns of seven seconds to inhale, and seven to exhale, his mind opened, and his consciousness expanded. The world around him no longer existed in his perception of it, and his mind was blank. Hours passed without knowing, and the question finally arose in his mind, in the voice of Keledan, “How does one create himself?”. Visions clouded Silvyr’s mind now. That of a seed growing into a tree. He watched fingers dig into the dirt, planting a seed that grew only from the annual rain that showered the earth. Each year, this tree grew, shaped by the wind, and the animals that took refuge in the branches it created. Antlers brushing the bark, creating scars. This was out of the tree’s control, yet it continued to grow, and shape into its own self. The tree had no control over circumstance. It was planted in the earth where the man wanted it to be. This was an intentional act that led to this new world being created. The tree grew towards the sun, the branches stretched upwards for the light. But the tree had no mind, it was a vessel of trust for the environment, and the circumstances. This trust let it grow, and the light above provided. Then, a baby was born from a mother. Crying and without sight yet. This was not the baby’s choice, but this was circumstance and chance. New life, a new perspective. A perspective that was shaped by those around, and the experience he gained as he grew. The perceptions of those experiences, and the guiding hand of role models that came and went. It was these role models with their own perceptions of reality who shaped his own like clay, yet it was him who gave the clay it’s moisture, not the teachers. It was the desire to grow and learn, and the willingness to be shaped. This is how he was built, and made into the man he became. “A man creates himself, by allowing others to shape him. Circumstance leads him to mentors, and the mentors give him ideas. These ideas can grow, or they can die. Each option leads to growth of some kind. Growth in complacency, or growth in the pursuit of knowledge. Each creates the man, and the man creates both through choice of perception of the lessons he is there to learn. If he is not there to learn from the teacher, then the teacher has nothing to teach, leading to the path of complacency and sometimes ignorance. If the student attends, new ideas are planted and this leads to the path of ambition and knowledge. These are the two paths of life, and the man may choose which to take. Carving himself from two branches, one more than the other, or both equally. The making of this choice is how one creates himself.” ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Amberleigh’s Vision Amberleigh joined Silvyr on the floor, sitting on the white side of the shrine. To her this symbolized her brighter nature, her positive ideals and her kindness to others. She was the other half of Silvyr. He was of a darker nature, more willing to fall into influence and greed, while she was the brighter half. She saw the joy in life for what it was, and was always able to see the light. This white also symbolized her blank slate, and the journey she had begun. Asioth was a new realm of thought she had not yet entered, or approached in any light. And so, she let this side of the room be her inspiration to this new reality she had entered. Her right hand rests in her lap, while the left intertwined with Silvyr’s. Her breathing pattern was her own, in counts of 7 for the inhale and counts of 5 for the exhale. There she found serenity in this structure, and her mind fell to relaxing meditation. Hours went by, and even the heartbeat in the pure elfess’ ears faded. Amberleigh’s mind was blank, until it wasn’t. Her mind was clear now, showing pictures to her, a new perspective. She was running through the woods like a gazelle from a hunter. But she was running from something else, an idea that plagued her mind. A darkness that followed her everywhere, that replaced more of the light with each second. Her body was engulfed with flames, a haunting memory that became her own reality. However the flame didn’t burn, and even in her visions she knew it was symbolic. The light that shone from these flames were the only light that illuminated her immediate surroundings. The rest of the forest around fell to the darkness, with only one tree left being close enough to see. This tree however, was unlike the others. The tree had two stocks, intertwining to make a single tree. These stocks had their own colors, one of gold and one of white. Her ears were filled with the tree's mournful crackling sound, sending a message into the air around her. The golden stocks suffocated the tree, embodying the insatiable thirst of nations for trivial pursuits, while the white stocks comforted it in its last hours, carrying enlightenment and new beginnings to the earth and its observer. However, despite the meaning of the two stocks and the different branches, the entire tree was rotting, and the leaves were falling off, carrying golden seeds in all directions. These were carried into the sky, until the sky itself was colored with shining gold travelling to new destinations. These seeds carried the will of the tree, but not it’s history. They had their right to make their own. Some went up to the heavens, some fell to the earth to become trees themselves. To her, the rotting tree was a body, while the seeds were it’s consciousness and will. And now, she felt she understood the question. She had the answer she desired to find in this place. Her vision faded, and her eyes opened. “Immortality can only be attained if both consciousness and will are transferred to others. There is will that is ascending in a given body, reaching far beyond the limits of time itself, for it can be seeded into a new life regardless of how many years elapse after a body dies, which is but an eventual consequence. Nevertheless, will can be carried over to others. Ideals remain throughout generations, and if they prove to be sufficiently strong, they grow eternal throughout the ages. This, I see, is Asioth, which represents the Titan's will and deliverance. We are all but seeds that are planted on fertile ground, growing and rising into the very trees that provide foundation for our children, and students alike.” ___________________________________________________________________________________________________

THE BALLOT ((MC name: Keldrith)) Name: Silvyr Uradir Vote for Okarir'nor: (XX) Maeve Elibar'acal ( ) Aestenia Aevaris

Prince of Malinor, Elrion Visaj! The middle aged prince approaches the square, and stands up on a bench near the gathered crowed. There, was an unknown goblin holding oversized flashcards for him to read off of while he gave the speech. Long has been the day that Haelun'or awaited the return of it's beloved Prince, and today was his day to shine once and for all, for the sake of Purity, and Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya. Without much delay, the freshly tanned prince extends his arms out as if accepting all the angels into his life, and the praise he thinks he has, and begins his speech. Looking down at the flashcards with his upside-down sunglasses, Elrion started reading. "My old friend- I mean lliran! I have returned to Haelun'or for the sake of taking up this council position! I would love to reignite the flame that brought this city justice, and everlasting peace, by once again running for Okarir'tir!-" The Goblin halted the turning of flash cards, and started to panic, shouting something at the innocent Prince in blah. "W-What are you saying? This isn't the place to run for Okarir'tir? This is Okarir- Okarir'hiylun you say? Why am I even here Chiru? Stupid kid... Making you was a mis- ANYWAY!" Elrion continued his speech, now using his own mind rather than the flash cards. "Well that works too! I will run this city and it's housing into a greater age! There will be bath houses that stretch for miles! And we will find a way to stuff fourteen people into a singular apartment! This is what I can promise you, Haelun'or... Will you take it?" Elrion walked off, retreating straight to the tavern.

Firstly, Werewolf is based. But I do want to say that given the current iteration of Azdrazi, an accepted article of lore, this rewrite caters to all of the complaints about the race. An entire week of not playing my main character would be a real pain, I would say that’s a giant weakness that cannot be underestimated or underplayed. It affects the encounters we put ourselves in, the combat situations more specifically, and effectively gives us a fear that we have to live with daily. If that is not a weakness I truly don’t know what is. If anything, this rewrite serves to prove that the Azdrazi as a whole hear the community, and are willing to change and adapt based on constructive criticism. Honestly, I am happy to stay strong asf and simply use the current lore, but this rewrite is necessary to us because we care, and not enforced by the lore team. I’d say compared to the current iteration that is accepted, the new rewrite is more than enough to appease those who disliked the current combat abilities. In a combat situation, an evocationist (with the exception of fire mages) would have a very fair chance of defeating an Azdrazi now, given the new weaknesses and some removal of certain abilities as a whole.

I just wanted to work on monks man, because I know far more than you ever will about the group. Shutting me out from something I partially created and made what it is today, has made me resent you not only as a person but an administrator as well, not to mention all the manipulation and drama you caused me back when you first joined the server. People with terrible social skills, and people who hold grudges forever, shouldn’t be an Admin that has control over many other people and their experiences. Clearly it wasn’t just me who has had a terrible time because of you. There are many many people, far too many I should add, who have come out against your personality and quality of management. I will have lost all faith in this server if you are not removed from your position, especially after such an outcry from the community for your removal.

Azdrazi > Praetors STILL DOPE THO +1 BRUTHA

It’s about preserving what once was. At the end of the day, the guild was given to the players who ran it, and was taken out of shiftnatives hands. The player group managed the lore, infact Zane (an old friend of mine) actually wrote it all. For 6 years the group was fully player-run, it’s only after being pressured by Fireheart and other staff to let them be monks, infact we weren’t given a choice back in 2016. It was forced upon us, even though none of us felt it was a good idea. But I had the understanding that the player-run edition was to remain ‘Wilven Sanctuary’ while the staff version was to be called something like ‘Crypt Monks’, to keep the name of Wilven, a player based organization, which it is. Staff should not be taking over player-run guilds, regardless of their origins. I don’t care if Tythus made it originally, at the end of the day Zane is the one who wrote the lore, Spike edited it, and I managed it. We were all players who had a passion to be monks, not Admins looking to make a mockery of the guild name, by allowing anyone to be a monk without the proper IC training. I hear so many complaints on today’s monks, partly a reason why I decided to invest my time into a post/ argument like this. I only wish for them to change the name, so the player-run guild’s history can be salvaged, and maintained again by players who may want to do it, not staff. They should use different lore, and a different name, instead of piggy backing off of our hard work over the many years we all invested into the guild. An example I would use to explain your argument would be this; “Bill gates created microsoft, therefore all programs created on microsoft are owned by Bill Gates, and he should get full credit and control over them rather than the people who invested the time and effort into the programs they made. And he can kick the real owners off the program any time he wants.” YES The monks wouldn’t be a thing without Shiftnative. But Shift handed the reigns to Zacc, Zacc handed them to Zane, then Zane to Spike, then Spike to me. Shift was the first, but I was the last. I never handed over the control to Muffins, or Fireheart. Infact my monk is still around, and I am waiting until I get some more time to bring the guild back. But first this needs to be sorted out so I can do that in the future. I always knew the Application Team (now Community Team) wanted control over it, and we fought with them about it for the entire time the guild was player run. But I was young, and gave into the pressure from Fireheart. They pushed for our magic to get removed, and inevitably we were pushed out of the temple too because of his influence. Looking back as an adult now, it was incredibly unprofessional, and frankly it was just a grab for power on his part, to make himself look good. That’s all it was, he didn’t have the passion for the monks that I did, I’d argue that nobody ever has except for those who came before me. Wilven Sanctuary Monks will always be Player Run, I won’t have some admin thinking she has power over something my friends and I took years and years to build, just for her to take the credit and control for herself. I was a Monk for three times as long as Muffins has been on the server. I’ll be damned if I let her use our guild’s likeness for herself, to make her look like a productive admin. In a way, I’m doing this for Spike. He left the server because he too was pressured by those in power to give the guild over, but he didn’t. He trusted me, and I see now that I let him down. This needs to be fixed, it’s wrong.

Because Wilven monks have been, and always will be strictly player run.

@LotsOfMuffins Please read this post. I think it’s genuienly wrong that you guys are doing this to the legacy my old friends and I created and maintained. Wilven Monks are Player-Run. And always will be. You can’t just steal a guild name and use it for staff, that’s not right. Please change the name, and write your own lore for WHY your monks are connected to the Triumvirate. Wilven Monks have Wilven Adonnan. Temple Monks can have whoever they want but you guys can’t just rip our lore for it. It may not be against LoTC policy, but it is still very wrong. You guys can deny applications all day for plagiarism, but when you steal lore for your staff monks it’s totally fine. I hope you can agree how ridiculous that is. I doubt you knew about player-monks, or about the structure that was laid out years ago for CT Monks, but this is truly tarnishing all of my friends and my own hard work over the years. Our guild is our own, not Staffs.

Okay, but what about being human beings? They could have used any other name. Why are they using Wilven Sanctuary when we gave them Temple Monks. My friends and I worked hard to create, and manage that lore for many years. Not to mention the Community Team rarely plays monks anyway. Would it really be so bad to write their OWN lore for the unique (non Wilven) monks that they play? Blatant plagiarism should still be frowned upon.

So about 2 years ago I led the Wilven Sanctuary Monks. I would like to ask the Community Team to stop using my Guild without my permission, as I still have a character who technically leads it. It was a player run organization, and was disbanded back in Vailor I believe. The Temple Monks are a different (Non-Playable) group that we used for the lore of revival, after our ability to do so was taken away. When I eventually left the Wilven Sanctuary to take a lotc break, I had made it clear to those in charge of the Community Team that our organization (Wilven Sanctuary) was strictly player-based. Not staff owned. I knew they had intentions on playing Temple Monks, but I never thought I would be unable to make Wilven Monk Items, even though I led the Guild for about a year or more. I got a notice after putting some Monk Items on the market, saying I was ‘falsifying’ them. I found this pretty strange, considering I helped manage the lore for the organization for years. If there are any monks left, I would be the last Wilven Monk around. So saying I can not make items that are clearly labeled Wilven Sanctuary Monk items, is very strange and I feel very wrong. Please contact me if you have any questions, Keldrith#4510. If this does not get fixed, I will try my best to work my way up the totem pole until it is fixed. It’s blatant plagiarism to use our guild name and lore without any given permission.

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I think people in Haelun’or, for the most part, understand that this is RP and has nothing to do with real life. I can see the similarities, but we quite literally are here because we want to be. Nobody is forced to play high elves. Some people enjoy that kind of roleplay because of it’s uniqueness. Am I saying we are like Nazi Germany? No. We actually have plenty of German players in the high elves who see no problem with the way we do things because they understand this is not real life. If you have an issue with this type of roleplay, there is an easy solution. And that is to not play a high elf. We often keep to ourselves anyway, and rarely travel outside of our own walls. We are a tight community, I’d bet we are tighter than just about any community on LoTC, and we all are having a great time doing what we are doing.

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