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Irrinor Housing Registry
In order for Irrinor homes to be assigned in an orderly fashion, please sign up here in order to acquire a house. After providing the required information, a steward will contact you shortly and aid you in finding a home.
May the Aspects and the Mani bless your path.
Housing Application
((OOC)) MC NAME:
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kae elahernan heial'Maliame narne'anoh, ehya oem siimah'maehr ay kae'leh lye ito ker'ento
kae taeluirne naelue ker'ento, ehya kaean'leh Talonnii'ito myumiere ker'ento
taliynan anah elehaelun'ehya elemaln, kae myumierene
haleralan anah kae'leh naeri'sae, kae myumierne
Kae ay'eledruiheial, Mali'Malinor ehya'elenaelurir haleral ito
Kae halere, eletaliynan kae annileh
It is time to reconvene.
We gather in Irrinor, by the Shrine of the Bear and the Raven on the next full moon.
SpoilerWe will have a gathering event tomorrow, on Sunday at 5EST in the grove area at the back of Irrinor.
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3 hours ago, Trinn said:
Artimec guides shoedemon home.
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Click here for OOC directions to the new Wood Elven settlement:
SpoilerHello Everyone, this post is in essense an in-RP accounting of wood elven history, leading to a call for the wood elves to gather at the newly built settlement of Irrinor. If you play an elf, or even don’t and just want to visit, we highly encourage you come and RP with us. We’ve worked hard on the build, and are very proud of it.
The coordinates are X 1680, Z -630
The closest soulstone pillar is at Fenn, which we’re just down the road from.
Hope to see you all soon!
The Omentahu at Irrinor
The Fourth Tribal Gathering
An account of mali’ame history, and a call for newfound unity
By Oracle and Hawk Druid, Artimec of Caerme’onn
To all my brothers and sisters, my fellow sons and daughters of Irrin Sirame, the Green Dragon, the Mani, and the Aspects whose energy dwells in all beings of the wild- I am, at heart, nothing more than a servant to my people, bound to the fate of we, who in the time following Malin’s departure, were known as the forgotten folk. As such, I wish for my message to be accessible to all, and shall write plainly.
The mali’ame have been either a divided or stateless people ever since the fall of the Dominion of Malin and the abdication of it's last Queen- Renn Calithil. We have been disunited for nearly a century, our Princedom, once the jewel of the world, has been reduced to a memory, marred by a legacy of infighting.
This is not the first time our people have endured division. Four times in recorded history has our known world shattered around us, and four times we have reconvened, and rediscovered ourselves in the ashes. It was in the era of the ancients, when the Prophet Taynei’hiylu brought together the feuding Seeds of deep-Aegis and imbued them with a common cultural and spiritual core. This great gathering of tribes was known in the old tongue as an Omentahu. In retrospect, the mali’ame have lost themselves many times, and reconvened and unified many times. These can all be considered Omentahu. Our people have had three great Omentahu, and are now on the precipice of a fourth.
The First Omentahu
The Ancient Era of the Seeds
SpoilerThe First Omentahu, as I have mentioned, came in the era of the ancients many thousands of years ago. It came at a time when Malin had disappeared from the world, and his most ancient and serene Kingdom had began crumbling like so many grains of sand. Malin had always taught our earliest ancestors to love the Aspects, and live in harmony with the spirits of the forest. The mali’aheral were the first to abandon his teachings, sequestering themselves in silver towers and partaking in foul, arcane practices. The Dark elves soon after were cursed and driven into the deep caves.
Only we remained, the forgotten folk. It was only then that our mortal mother- Irrin Sirame, led our ancestors away from Malin’s empty, crumbling cities, and into the wilds. She taught our forebears how to live pure, simpler lives, in harmony with the Aspect’s will. We mali’ame had long been divided on tribal lines, and with the nomadic lifestyle our ancestors were now bid to lead, we were in danger of drifting apart culturally. And so, our mother Irrin, and our Draconic prophet Taynei’hiylu gathered all the squabbling ancient Seeds in the ruins of Malin’s palace. There they dictated the terms by which our people would remain united. Upon faith- the worship of the Aspects, Mani, and the Fae. And family, the tribal unit, a Seed- identifiable by a distinct tattoo marking.
It is from this era that most of our modern-day culture derives, this first Omentahu, brought upon by our first prophets, dictated the means by which we would remain spiritually and culturally united, even if we remained an amalgamation of nomadic tribes.
The Second Omentahu
Lenniel - A Humble Beginning to a Long Rebirth
SpoilerThe Second Omentahu bridges us into what I would deem ‘modern history’, and occured in the land of Anthos. Our ancient history ended with a civil war among the Seeds, instigated by the power hungry Archdruid Garthon. So devastating was this war that our people were too few to continue our nomadic way of life, and had to abandon our tribal identities and reconvene in cities once more. Slowly, our tribal culture eroded away- and, by the time of the second Princedom of Malin, was nearly gone entirely. Mali’ame were invisible as a people in Anthos, we had no stories, no rites, no gods or culture of our own. The era of Irrin Sirame and the Seeds was millenia removed from our collective consciousness.
To make matters more dire, this era featured the most oppression we as a people had ever endured. The race of man had invoked their wrath upon the elven people, Orders like the notorious White Rose slaughtered us on our streets. This soundly put to rest any desire to launch a revival of our Irrinite glory days, as our people were simply focused on survival.
But then, an exodus most peculiar happened. The Emperor Horen V, who had orchestrated our genocide, departed from our continent, alongside the White Rose who had been his bloody right arm. We were granted a reprieve, and it was in this post-Orenian era that I, your humble scribe, took the first steps to rebuild an identity for our people in the modern era.
I bid our kin to gather in a valley nestled deep in the Malinorian heartland, there we founded a village- Lenniel. The foundation of Lenniel is what I consider the second Omentahu, as it was the first time in modern history that Wood Elves had established a settlement that was purely for mali’ame. It was a humble hamlet, we did our best to emulate the style of our ancestors. Yet we had barely dipped our toes into the vast ocean that was our lost cultural legacy. Unfortunately, we would never get the chance to delve deeper, for the cursed dragaar Setherien would ravage our town, turning it into a fiery hellscape and forcing us to flee.
The Third Omentahu
From Bronze Rebellions to Grand Dominions - An era of Continuity
SpoilerThe Third Omentahu came not long after the second, and it was forged in Bronze. After Lenniel fell, we mali’ame were homeless. Sniffing opportunity, the Sohaer of the Silver Elves of Haelun’or offered us shelter, if only we pledged our allegiance to them. We were fools to ever trust them, for the Mali’aheral had long looked down upon us, and had been eager collaborators with the White Rose during our era of suffering.
Life under Haelun’or was about what you would expect. A squalid, miserable affair. Rather than being equal citizens to our pale cousins, we were confined to a district beneath their silver city, much smaller and poorer than their own. We were often at the brunt of Orcish and Dwarvish raids from our lower ground, while the High Elves sat comfortably on their mountain. To love a high elf was punishable by death, and even to spend too much time in the company of one was dangerous, and could merit punishment. The Sohaer outlawed many foundations of our culture, Druids were prohibited from the city, and worship of the Aspects denied.
It was a mali’ame by the name of Phaedrus Lli’hileia who won us our freedom. Originally a blacksmith, he later joined a sect of our kin called the Bronze Elves, a cult founded by high elven interests, aiming to assimilate us to be more like our silver cousins. The Bronze Elves forsook our Gods, and our tribal way of life. They forbid the expression of emotion, which had been so critical to our songs and our dances. Nevertheless, the Silver Elves attempt to mold us in their image backfired. Phaedrus, realizing that he would always be a second class citizen in High Elven eyes, orchestrated a rebellion against the Sohaer’s rule. The Bronze Elves raised their weapons and drove the Mali’aheral from their city, claiming it as their own, and founding the Republic of Laureh’lin.
This, my brothers and sisters, marks the beginning of our golden age as a people. I ask you to bare with me, for I must condense two hundred years of dense history into a mere paragraph. I consider all the events that occured between Phaedrus’s bronze rebellion, to the fall of the Dominion of Malin a century ago, to be one long contiguous era- for all the states that arose in this time were direct successors of one another, and our people were always united within them.
The third Omentahu was the re-emergence of an independent republic led by a Mali’ame, after decades of Silver oppression, a republic that would in time, evolve into the Dominion of Malin. Shortly after overthrowing the High Elves, they returned with a vengeance, seeking to kill us all. A war was fought, in which the reformed Kingdom of Oren lent their vast armies to the Silver Cause, driving our warriors to the sea. We thought we were doomed, but then the Orenian King turned on the mali’aheral, prompting the silver elves to treacherously assassinate him.
We were finally free from the Silver threat, but Oren’s eyes had turned on us. We were forced to swear fealty to their Empire, and the Canonist-raised wood elf Tristin Tresery was appointed our new Princeling. Still, it was not all bad. The Orenians ruled with a light hand, and during this time of peace, we were finally able to reclaim much of our lost history. The heritage of Irrin Sirame and the era of the Seeds came back to us, piece by piece. First, we re-embraced proper worship of the Aspects, our gods of old. Then, we re-embraced our old tribal lineages. Ancient families like the Aureons, Torenas, Caerme’onn and others rose back into prominence.
Eventually we gained our independence from the Empire, first by gaining more and more autonomy by fighting alongside them in their wars. It was here they pronounced us the Dominion of Malin, an elven Kingdom with the Wood Elven Tresery at its head, a Prince who had since converted to his ancestral faith. The last Orenian Emperor was conquered in late Axios, and with the Empire’s fall came our total independence. In this era we almost fell, as feuding between the Seeds of Calithil, Aureon and Torena nearly collapsed us. Yet, a union between the Priestess Awaiti of Aureon, and Kairn of the Ithelanen saved our fleeting state.
Awaiti was beloved in our community, a beacon of patience and wisdom. Kairn was a career warrior, who embraced the ways of Bronze- which had since merged with Aspectist rites and better reflected mali’ame warrior values, rather than being a puppet-cult of Haelun’or. Together, alongside the likes of Khaine Csarathaire, Renn Calithil, and the many Seeds of our people, we entered the peak of our prosperity. The Dominion of Malin of early Atlas was the world’s most prosperous country. Our warriors repelled the Orcish horde that sought to conquer us, and our King Kairn slew their Rex, winning us a war with a single stroke. We had endured the flames of rebellion and the iron fist of oppression, and now our culture, faith and way of life was one of the most influential in the realm.
Sadly, it would not last. I can say with some pride that it was no foreign invader that would conquer us, as Humans, Mali’aheral and Orcish kind had so often tried to do, but it was our own infighting that broke apart Dominion, and thus, ended a two hundred year long era of unity following the third great Omentahu.
Our Recent Fall from Grace
The collapse of a Dominion, and all that followed
SpoilerAfter the fall of the Dominion of Malin, the wood elven people underwent the worst period of internal division in recent memory. The primary successor states of the Dominion were the Princedoms of Gladewynn and Aegrothond, between whom there was no love lost. I likely need not recount this, as it exists in the living memory of almost all mali’ame alive today.
With the Dominion’s fall, we were divided, and no state that emerged in its wreckage was free of wrongdoing. Gladewynn, created by Kairn and his clan Ithelanen, was no homeland for all ‘ame, for it prioritized the Ichorian Creed of Aspectism too far over the others, alienating many Tribes. It’s warlike nature upon other elves made it a further unattractive option for many ‘ame, and led to its stagnation. By the time it had rebranded itself as Alderyn, land of the Alders, the damage had been done, and further infighting within the diminished rump state led to its eventual collapse, despite the best efforts of its last ruler, Layla the Raven, whose only wrongdoing was to be the inheritor of a troubled legacy.
Aegrothond fared no better, a princedom created by the Lordling Belestram Sylvaeri following his exile from the Dominion following his alleged role in the assassination of the beloved King Abelas Caerme’onn. The Sylvaeris had always been influential in the Dominion, but they were not mali’ame, and this was evident in their attitudes. They held little regard for ‘ame ways and rites, despite Mali’ame making the bulk of their subjects. Aspectist shrines were prohibited within their citadel’s walls, even after Alderyn fell and Aegrothond received a greater influx of mali’ame refugees. Ultimately, a mixture of infighting between ‘Ame seeds, and Prince Faenor Sylvaeri’s utter failure in prioritizing the needs of his mali’ame majority over his favoured Almenodrim-Sylvaeri minority led to a large exodus from that Princedom.
Now, with Alderyn-Gladewynn defunct, and the husk of Aegrothond making it clear it will never be a country for our people, we were left searching for a new place to call our home. It was the young Artanis Caerme’onn and Avius Csarathaire, both descended from old noble lineages of the Old Dominion, who came to lead a new revival. Much like our most ancient ancestors had trekked from the ruins of Malin’s Kingdom to start a purer life in the forests, they ventured to the western woodlands of Arcas, where they found fertile lands for their people. Much like how I myself founded Lenniel as a humble village many centuries ago, a new home exclusively for the revival of mali’ame culture, they founded and oversaw the construction of Irrinor, a township just as humble.
The Fourth Omentahu
A new beginning once more
Division runs deep among tribal lines in our people. Between Aureon, Torena, Ithelanen and Caerme’onn, and even Arvellon. Within our tribes there exists many who are embittered by one another. We have hurt each other and feuded with one another. But that, brothers and sisters, is the reason I have compiled this extensive historical narrative today. To emphasize that this era of interregnum for our people is not the first time we have quarreled, and after each time, we have always come back together- whether it be under a Prince, a Prophet, or a way of life.
We must remember, that despite the differences between our tribes, that Ithelanen, Aureon, Arvellon, Caerme’onn, and all the others have lineages that go back to the era of Irrin Sirame. Warriors, healers, priests and leaders in our Seeds all contributed to the greatness that was the Old Dominion, and no amount of recent feuding will change that fact. It has been many decades since the Seeds were united as one, and the Mali’ame have had a homeland of their own. Too long.
The Aspects and the Mani have willed us to divide, and humbled us with the fall of our Dominion. Now, as the trees of Irrinor rise, and embrace us with their shadows, it is clear that our gods would have us come together once more. I know it in my heart, that it is time to let go of the quarrels of our recent memory, and find common ground- both through the memory of a time when all our tribes contributed to our collective greatness, and through the collaborative building of our future in our new sanctuary of Irrinor.
Brothers and Sisters of the Mali’ame, Alders and Irrinites alike, children of the Aspects and inheritors of Irrin Sirame’s legacy and the Ichorian rite- Irrinor awaits you. It is time for our people to gather once more. The fourth gathering of the forest elves, the fourth Omentahu, awaits you.
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Good banditry RP has been unequivocably shitty 90% of the time for like 7 years now and I’ve never had anything change my mind about that
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54 minutes ago, shoahinsnowyfields said:
this is why you hire guards
Guards have the right to enjoy their time on LOTC too. And no one considers dealing with the same bandits every day, for potentially hours a day, is fun.
Your logic seems to be guards should be ready to PVP or do combat RP 24/7 so everyone else doesn’t have to, which isn’t how it works.
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1 hour ago, Telanir said:
Hey, it’s not about whether you had RP reasoning or not necessarily, you might not have reasoning but still provide interesting roleplay. If you are deliberately upsetting people and performing shitty roleplay there will be hell to pay. As for Moderation shitting the bed, they can choose who to get it from, from them, or me. I will be the worse choice, I promise.
The people performing daily banditry can still write proper, flowery emotes that give off the surface image of “proper rp”, knowing full well that its the fact that they’re making the same people spend hours a day dealing with them, over and over, that is the source of their malicious practice.
I’ve seen this happen countless times, and I feel like you’re a bit too disconnected from the ground reality of RP, since your original post doesn’t account for any of these situations at all.
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1 minute ago, IZipZapManI said:
I was talking about the 3-man raids that anyone can perform outside of wars. What guarantees do we have that one faction relentlessly being a nuisance to a playerbase through daily 3-man harrassments will be curbed?
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Its a step in the right direction but I’m still concerned that theres too much vaguity regarding certain situations, for example if one group 3-man raids a settlement every day, that would get incredibly tiring/annoying. But whether or not they’ll be stopped for bad villainy seems like its entirely up to the GM handling the situation to decide whether said nuisance raiders have “proper RP reasoning” which is completely arbitrary.
What guarantees do we have that GMs wont **** the bed when it comes to dealing with nuisance raiders taking full advantage of the rules to harrass a particular settlement as often and relentlessly as possible? I would feel better if there was an actual rule in place that covers situations like that rather than vague promises and empty rhetoric.
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So both sides need to consent to a war before a war is officially declared and no-cap raiding is allowed? This whole thread is a bunch of vague rhetoric and very little explanation on how things will actually work.
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So anyone can just declare war on and warclaim anyone for any reason since we got rid of CBs?
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((Makes me happy to see hou-zi rp doing so well. Keep it up guys
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18 hours ago, Catostrophy said:
“I must agree with the strange man Daleka, of whose name I assumed was so. This is a not a deal but an excuse to destroy another utterly and without righteous logic. The great rift within the Elven people is not caused by philosophy (at least for the most part) but by a cycle of vengeance and re-vengeance occurring since the very conception of separate Elven states. One state grows strong, does harm to another, and when its power inevitably fades, another grows strong, and seeks justice against the one that did it harm. We find one-another in different alliances, we kill one-another in pointless wars, and fumble about aimlessly over the petty intrigues of our city-states. Considering what the Mali people could accomplish with just the barest hint of unity is truly frustrating to the thinking elf.
Every century there is a grave sin to be avenged, a dishonour to be righted, a city to be burned, and a way of life extinguished. It will always be this way unless a responsible Elven leader ends the cycle. I have no doubt in my heart or mind that Haelun’or will come out the victor in this scuffle between the Mali. If they are fools, they will act as tyrants and attempt this absurd decree, which will result in scattering the many Elven factions to the hills if not from fear then spite. The Mali’aheral’s numbers and influence will inevitably wane, another faction will grow, and then the next cycle of vengeance will begin.
If they are wise, when they win this war they will have the courage and righteousness to find a new way to unite our cousins without a tyrant choking them with chains. If there is one thing I have learned from Elven politics, it is that no faction, culture, or creed remains dominant forever. And the ones below them merely wait for a chance to put them back in their place.” Said a very concerned elf.
“This man is correct.” Says a wood elf with lots of life experience, who had no love for snow elves, but who also knows that if his Aspects and Mani were attacked in the same way the snow elves Wyvurn was, he too would refuse any and all terms.
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“I haven’t been politically relevant in over 150 years and I’m still showing up on Haelun’or propaganda. Sure shows you how much me and Tristin fucked them up in the good old days.” Artimec reminisced fondly from his retirement bean-house in the druid’s grove.
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14 minutes ago, Keldrith said:
Elrion looks at the art and laughs. “Didn’t I see you die on the battlefield? Yeah... I’m pretty sure I did.”
((If we’re counting PVP deaths as RP deaths why are you remembering seeing anyone die lol. unless you were one of those 4 remaining survivors at the end your character died too and shouldnt recall any of that
Meanwhile, a troubled bard wonders who was alive to write this propaganda poster, considering none of the only four remaining survivors in the battle were high elves, therefore all the Sillumir were killed in the fight.
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1 minute ago, Vege said:
The 16 year old Emperor toddler raises his sword to the sky, wiping the blood and mud from his face. “Now we take the fight to them.”
No he doesn’t.
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Eleyas appreciates that it looks like an actual modicum of effort was put into doodling that imperial coat of arms.
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Artimec didn’t care who the enemies were. If it was the will of the mali’ame to take up their bows to fight them, he would do it.
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2 hours ago, edelos said:
Delos Telperion wonders aloud in Haelun’or why the wood elves are challenging a bunch of researchers and librarians to little more than a fistfight in the mud.
Artimec wonders why these self admitted researchers and librarians are posturing themselves like some powerful conquering nation then. Don’t act powerful if you don’t want to be asked to step up to bat.
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Eleyas Songbird’s brows furrowed at the news, he utters a prayer for the Princes health and resolves to write a song about him some day.
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1 hour ago, edelos said:
((hey I wrote that
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Artimec watches history repeat itself from the comfort of his own internally tortured psyche.
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Always happy to see more Mani lore, gotta fix the formatting in your spoiler boxes though, they fucky
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1 hour ago, Quavinir_Twiceborn said:
((Sack of Luminaire, Malinor still existed, for a good time after. Luminaire was abandoned after the scourge corrupted it, and though after that they made a new city called ‘New Malinor’ dumbly enough, thought the exact same leaders of Malinor reigned. and at the time, everyone simply referred to the nation as malinor, and the ‘city’ New Malinor, unless there is another group called the Lumi’drim out there, im thinking the Anthosian guardforce.))
((Yeah I was in it
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Songbirds in the Rajdom
in Arcas Human RP Archive
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Eleyas plucks idly at his lutestrings, making sure his beloved instrument is in perfect condition for his upcoming performance!