Supah

The ****? Are you guys just drawing names from a hat?

Have to agree, tbh. From what I hear and from what I've seen personally, Ski is one of the hardest people ever to work with, and especially to be led by. I've heard nothing but bad things about his leadership, and I've honestly feared this coming and really hoped this wouldn't happen, but hey it happened anyway. I only hope this doesn't go badly.

I mean Discord is actually a hell of a lot easier than teamspeak, and works a hell of a lot better than skype .

Dedicant Arveldir signs the charter.

Arveldir stands tall and proud as he watches, standing with one arm folded behind him and the other out, his wife's hooked through his. The mali'ker seemingly glows with pride for his people, "Aspects and Ancestors alike guide us through this journey of rebuilding this dead land that we once called home."

Oh w-well I was just w-wondering if there might be.. uhm, y'know.. anyone you'd have a romantic interest in on this server and if you'd be willing t-to tell me who that person is. I'm just curious.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On a more serious note. If you could change absolutely anything about this server, with a simple flick of a switch and no hassle at all, what would it be?

+1 So much, he'd make a fantastic addition to the team as an LM

I'll send one to you bae <3 ski_king3

Readicti :3

(IC) Name: Arveldir Des'Nox Age: 84 Gender: Male Do you accept that in joining this order you may at times be tasked with taking the life of another mali’ker? Yes Do you accept that under particular circumstances you may be removed from the order? And under serious enough terms, executed? Yes Do you accept that we are not fanatics? And that should a mali'ker refuse to accept the Ancestors (Provided what they believe is wholesome) that we shall do no harm to them? Yes

Name you wish to go by in the video (irl name, mcname, ect): DrunkenSnuggles Artwork/link to art profile: Do you give LoTC permission to use your work in the video? (Yes/No): Yes Is the work above completely your own? (Yes/No): Yep Is there anything you’d like us to know about your work? (Name of person, location, ect.): First: Arveldir Des'Nox, Second: Dak'ir Des'Nox

I'd like to possibly reserve a spot before this is closed, if I can c: If you'd like to send me a PM when it's my turn and I can give you the payment in advance and details and whatnot.

As soon as the Grey Lady neared the shore all of the mali'ker aboard the ship had cheered, for both finding a promising new home, and being thankful to finally be able to set foot on some land after so long. We quickly sent out the rowboats towards the new land, packed with both mali'ker and what supplies we could bring. The first boat of course packed with the Arbiter and his three Ordinators ready to defend him from any threats that might show themselves, but soon we set foot on the ashy beach and scouted the land, and began to build anew. I had followed my father Dak'ir around the island, scouting along with him while the other mali'ker loaded supplies off of the ship and began setting up camp. We had been met with no hostility in the slightest and over the hill we saw smoke rising. We quickly rushed over the hill, and saw it was coming from a second island just a quick swim away from ours! A rowboat was fetched and we made our way across, and the heat could be felt growing stronger and stronger as we neared the second island, until we could go no further. Peering over the lip of the hill it was discovered that the island was no island at all, but a volcano, spitting ash as the wind carried it over to our main island. It took much time, and much hard work from our people before any progress could be made, and gradually, stone by stone, our city was built from the ground up. Houses for the good people of Ker'nor, shops for the merchants, a tavern to drink and rest within, the temple to bend knee to the ancestors, and most magnificent of all the keep, towering high above the city and keeping watch over the citizens. Within the hall of the keep, and near the blazing fire, was where I sat. In the hall of the keep, next to my father we held meetings and discussed business, creating plans of action. Parts of the city remain unbuilt, though soon they will be finished, and our mighty city of mali'ker would stand tall and proud. It would be too soon before there were those who had sought to tear down what we had built, and within the shadows the leader of the Warhawke clan had planned a rebellion, to unite the mali under their own rule and rebel against the humans that forcefully united all of Malin's children in the first place. We were safe, and our people were happy. We wanted none of this rebellion and acted oblivious, at first. Charges were brought for one of the elders of the Warhawkes, a known troublemaker for his inability to hold his tongue. He was charged with slander against the Arbiter and making death threats against his wife. We called a meeting with the Warhawke leader under the guise that we wanted the elder's tongue and arm for his crimes. The meeting was set up. The Arbiter and two of his Ordinators, along with the Lord of Law, the Sohaer, the Praetor, and the Warhawke leader, accompanied by two of his clanmates, but not the elder. I stood along side my father, the Arbiter, and simply listend as the three leaders of Malin's children spoke aloud to the Warhawke leader. It was not too soon after that we had heard the sound of armored footsteps rushing up the stairs to the keep, and I witnessed a knowing grin appear on my father's face as he waved his hand. The gate had slammed shut thanks to my fellow Ordinator, Alakagh. Mercenaries and Dwarves had arrived in assistance to the Warhawke clan, but well over half were stopped short by the iron gate. Though we were outnumbered, still. The three leaders of Malin's children stood, the Praetor and Sohaer both calling aloud. From the depths of the keep were heard a deep rumbling, and flooding out into the meeting hall came two armies, the Sillumir and the Sirame, Sirame making up the bulk of the force. They quickly outnumbered and surrounded the small force, as I, along with my brethren, drew my sword. A few words were spoken, before a final command was given. Swords and armor clashed, sparks flew, and blood was spilled. The elven forces were victorious by a land slide, and the head of the leader Warhawke was collected for the Arbiter, as a message to all elven kind that this is the reaction given to any mali that would attempt to rise above the three leaders of Malin's children. We mali'ker are at peace now, chopping wood and collecting stone, building what little is left of our city, and working to please the ancestors. Though we hunger, to learn more about our ancestors and aspire to create a deeper connection to them, may they guide and protect us.

Arveldir's eyes narrow, "The bortu Demagol Doomforged, and Morilin are banished from the lands of Ker'nor, and appearing within the city will mean a swift death for them. I hope they understand this before thinking of attending. Anyway, I'll be attending, for Alakagh, not the mali'i Oussana."

"Hello there, my name is Arveldir, and I am the mali'ker not judging you on what you like to do with your free time."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w3QW8PVyyNM Arveldir had returned from assisting running down a straggler, and after celebrations were had he gathered as many mali'ker citizens as he could, and spoke aloud. "Let it be known, from this day forward that the traitorous Warhawke clan is hereby banished from the lands of Ker'nor, if they show their face they shall be hunted down much like the filthy Mori'Quessir. In the name of the ancestors, may they guide and protect you all."