- Pastry

Progress is the Republic

Following the conclusion of the second democratic election of the Heial’thilln, we as Mali’thill have chosen our newest Okarir.

OKARIR’TIR: CELIASIL

Celiasil, like all officials of Haelun’or, must take his oath of office publically in THE EVENING OF THIS NEXT ELVEN DAY.

MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

The Reward for Good Work is More Work

Following the first democratic election of the Heial’thilln, we as Mali’thill have chosen our four Okariran and single Sohaer. 

OKARIR’HIYLUN: DELE SEREGON

OKARIR’TIR: KAELAN ALDIN

OKARIR’MAEHR: SILVOS SYTHAERIN

((whom i so very much wish would have made a new one of these))

OKARIR’NOR: ELATHION DAGRE’SAE

SOHAER: NELGAUTH MAEHR’TEHRAL

Let it be known, though, that their elections were not without challengers. Should these public servants falter in their service to the Silver State, we as Mali’thill must replace them with those whose drive shines greater. The reward for good work is more work, and so to keep the privilege of their office they must continue to earn their seat.

In the spirit of so rewarding the blood, sweat and tears of our most dutiful public servants, I -- Ikur Sullas, Maheral -- do appoint MURIEL URADIR as my voice in the position of Maelunir. In these days of strife he has been essential in organizing our most blessed Republic. In doing so, he has proven that while the Maheral is; the Maelunir should be.

All newly-elected officials (and Mister Uradir) will take their oaths of office FOUR ELVEN DAYS FROM NOW ((Sunday)) at 16:00 EST (Elven Standard Time). They shall recite their oaths of service publicly -- so be sure to witness them!

Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya

The small Maheral clears his throat, making his presence known. He smiles to Kelthran and to the others before he pipes up.

“Mister Uradir will not be running for Sohaer. I’ve other plans for him, oho!” he chimes, clapping once and bowing to those present before sitting back down.

Ikur smiles warmly at the man. “I appreciate your ardor, Mister Aeth’sulier, but we do not accept purges exercised under tyranny. If you wish to debase Mister Aldin, I suggest you try your hand at arguments before you attempt to create technicalities. Continue as you were, but do try to be respectful of your fellow Mali’thill,” he states, though that smile never quite reached his eyes.

The old elf sits back down, content now to continue to watch.

The Maheral pipes up from among the crowd, his head now only barely peeking out from above those of his fellow Mali’thill, “No, no, he was a citizen of many years before – that he is no longer on the ledgers speaks only to the clandestine erasure the once-Council employed to stifle dissent. He may continue in his debate.” He pauses for another second or two before continuing,

“Though let this not serve as an endorsement! You are all arguing so very brilliantly, and in your participation you ALL do your people proud.”

Citizens of Haelun’or, blessed Mali’thill, it is with great joy that I announce today that for the first time in over a century, we, the Mali’aheral, shall have the vote. A draft constitution for our democratic state has been completed, a copy of which is available for viewing at the Library.

((Link to draft constitution))

With this, we shall proceed with opening nominations promptly for all Okariran and the Sohaer. May this be a new age for Haelun’or, and for the Mali’aheral.

maehr’sae hiylun’ehya
 

Ikur looks up from his newspaper, propped up on a crossed leg in his luxurious armchair. Mild concern splays on his face as he watches Anethra succumb to the throes of grief, awash in her own blood and tears. He takes a sip of his tea, and decides now is not the moment to leave her basement.

Five centuries ago, our people re-discovered their heritage and the legacy of Larihei within the Silver Walls of elcihi'thilln. In these early days we so followed the guiding light of Dio Astore — Maheral — an elf so revered it was said Larihei's legacy laced his words. But with time, all great elves eventually depart and Astore was lost to the sands of time.

Following his departure there came a time of uncertainty. What was to be of Larihei's legacy without Astore's guiding light to direct it? The answer was to come from none other than Lucion Sullas — then Tilruir'indor — who lit the path for the ‘thill. It is he who would become their second Maheral. Larihei's Children were blessed, and it was the wisdom of the Golden Pools each held within them. Untarnished by emotion they would chart their own course. Unlike the Reges of the Uruk, the Grand Kings of the Dwarves and the Emperors of Men the mali'thill were to elect their leader by teaching.

A new Silver Age of prosperity blossomed and so the mali'thill grew to be the most lustrous of their kin. Time and time again tyrants struck at the blessed pillars of Sullas' creation, but the foundations were sturdy. But over time, even the finest silver tarnishes, and grow dull if left unpolished. Many ‘thill became convinced Sullas' words were unwise. They gave into the whispers of Laethis Izalith and his fell lieutenants. Though Izalith's legacy was eventually destroyed, his poison lingered. It would seep through generations, whispering in the ears of well-meaning elves, leading them on towards taint and impurity. It is Sullas who set forth the succession of Maheral we have even to this day — but it is his words and deeds this council have rejected. Driven by a lust for power the wayward elves struck down the great Maheral Elibar’acal, convinced the masses would submit to their craven desires. Unrivaled they have denied the Children of Silver their voice, and corrupted he who claimed to be Maheral: Acaele Lazul. But Sullas is known for a second phrase one echoed through our Silver Halls in recent days:

“The Maheral simply is”

It is clear from the events of past days that the ‘thill have found Acaele unworthy of his position. It is Lucion who taught us that he who is not accepted at Maheral, never truly was Maheral at all. It is thus from the well of Silver another must be drawn – one who shall take up the mantle of returning the Sullasian legacy and Republicanism to our Blessed Silver State.

Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya.

Ikur Sullas – once Ikur Seregon – signs the petition, careful to match his signature’s size to that of his fellow Mali’thill.

Ikur stares in awe as the Uradir woman vibrates in her seat, steaming with murderous vitriol. For a moment he thinks it best to leave before anything comes of it, but even the Citadel would not be safe. He blinks three times before returning his little eyes to the paper in front of him.

After giving it a quick skim and sipping some of his delicious mint tea he makes a poignant comment to himself or to an unseen listener – or perhaps to the other Mali’thill gathered in the inn to read the missive – whoever wanted to listen, really. “Who came up with the word ‘lynch mob’? I do not remember ever hanging someone as execution,” he hums.

Ikur puffs his cheeks and crumples the letter, clearly quite angry someone would say such dastardly things about his wife of centuries – even if the mouth spewing such vitriol is his wife’s. Nevertheless, he offers silent support of his wife’s decision (though perhaps not her given reasons).

!!!!!!!!!!!

yass

“By Larihei’s grace, we were smeckledorfed!” Ikur cries out.

A Warning to the Blessed

    By decree of the Okarir’tir and the Heial’thilln, citizens of Haelun’or are henceforth warned against travelling to the Llyrian Concord due to the troubling threats made to our very way of life; maehr’sae hiylun’ehya. Further, unknown Mali’aheral within the city are to be scrutinized, and invitations by strangers to travel should be reported to the Sillumiran.

    Further information regarding the Llyrian Concord, its lineage from the corrupted states of Celien and the Conclave of Malin, and the nefarious plans of its leadership will be provided as the Heial’thilln receives it.

    MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA

Ikur wipes a single tear shed in memory of his good friend Caius Sigismund I.

Smh, High Elves aren’t a carbon copy of Nazi Germany. Nazis were filthy lesser humans. Absolutely disgusting analogy.

But in all seriousness, we have a very very strong separation between IC and OOC – it’s part of what makes it roleplay! If you’re concerned our community is turning into a cesspool of fascist degeneracy, you’re welcome to join our discord and say hello. We’re sort-of nice people!

Ikur Seregon sips tea from the comfort of his Berr’lin home. “I do hope the race-mixers enjoyed our present,” he remarks to Earnest, the most wonderful butler imaginable.

He leaves a Five Star review as a very happy customer.

Miss Dele Moonbrook is covered under the Hiylun^TM healthcare plan provided by the Office of the Okarir’tir. Further invoices may be forwarded to the Office of the Okarir’tir in a similar manner.

Just to confirm, I'm teaching War Cleric and Priest Healing, not Blessing or Divine Warden.

First off I would like to express how incredibly dissatisfied I am with the vegan options currently available to good LotC folk within the lore. This is an affront to my culture.

Second off I invite everyone to take a look at this (If the img doesn't work then gosh darn I'll edit)

Within the Pokemon games and greater universe lore -- and most notably within the mechanic known as 'breeding', a Ditto takes the form of whatever other Pokemon is parked in the breeding chamber with it, enabling it to spit out those eggs and expedite the process of breeding for specific natures. Arceus bless.

Now, you may be asking "Pastry, what the rootin' toot does a ditto have to do a plant making a meat baby" -- well, you may consider that the plant version of a descendant is a near perfect mimicry. Almost all bodily functions are present and mirrored in plant form, much like how Ditto mirrors and mimics another Pokemon. This includes reproductive function, which should conceivably work identically to its copied descendant. Therefore, if a glorp of non-newtonian fluid is able to squeeze out eggs, descendants should be able to breed with a plant-Ditto for the same purpose

IV breeding in LotC is so difficult please understand.

-1

"Glad to see the Bandit King still has pigs to squeal for him. Vydra deserved to die -- to be rendered into lard like the fat boar he was. He and his dirt faced toadies screamed like barn animals as the acid ate them, just like you brainless neanderthals are screaming now." A High Elf who actually watched the events chuckles after reading the cute little call to action.

Tah doesn't vibe with Void magic. I'd be a little wary about mixing the two to any significant degree.

MC Name: Magicpastry/Tahariae
 
Character's Name: Hengest
 
Character's Age: 90
 
Character's Race: High Elf 
 
Link to your accepted MA:

What magics will you be teaching?: Tahariaen Divine Warden rituals

Write up a lesson that your character would give to a student:

Hengest kneels before the golden flames of the  second of two lightwells and instructs the budding Warden to do so as well. He sits back on his heels and lays his spear across his lap. With closed -- but not clenched -- eyes he extends his left hand into the pyre and looks to his student to do the same. As the fire coalesces around each Warden's hand it begins to surge and billow upwards. After a few moments  it reaches its zenith, two meters above its normal height. Hengest opens his eyes and looks to the student.

"Repeat after me," he commands. 

The student nods 

"Kae, Evarir'acaele, naeito sanere, Tahariae'laureh," Hengest begins, his enunciation clear as glass and his tone as flat as the pane.

The student mirrors him. At the student's last word trails off, the locks in place, frozen in time. At the sudden change the student balks with eyes wide -- while illuminated from within with golden light -- and with hand wavering.

"Igne'asul igne'sae iller, elnor bilok thill," Hengest continues, offering no hesitation to match the student's.

The student speaks the line as instructed, and at the end of their sentence the fire resumes its motion with a newfound fury. It dances like a blade in a duel and carries the same aura of deadliness. The student flashes a brief smile, though it disappears as Hengest speaks once again.

"Igne ito sil, ihnsil, anoh'wy'ehya narne. Eth ito thill'ne, hileia ito elnor," the dour elf chants. The even, controlled tone from his previous stanza given way to a brooding fury ending each word with a bite.

The student mirrors this to the best of their ability, offering their own passion to the words. Upon completion of the line, the flame responds. Around the inserted hands it spirals, binding itself to the appendages like iron shavings to a magnetic rod.

Hengest retracts his hand, and the student does the same. They carry with it the flame, stuck to their hands and blazing with the brilliance of the mother-pyre -- the lightwell. He looks to the student and offers a single nod in acknowledgement. "Good. You have completed your first ritual. Do you understand the steps you took?"

The student nods tentatively. "I first beseeched the attention of Tahariae, that He might allow me control over His lightwell."
Hengest nods.
The student continues. "I then asked of Him His fire, that it might be the focus of the ritual."

Hengest nods.

The student nods in return, clearly relieved they were correct. "I then asked of Him to give the fire as a boon to our cause?" they continue, though with their apprehension clear in their tone.

Hengest nods, though purses his lips. "You are mostly correct, but you also requested a specific way for the boon to be applied," he corrects. He takes his spear in his flaming left hand and rises to his feet. The student does the same, though with the golden illumination in their eyes fading back to normal. "This boon is permanent, so long as the feeding lightwell is sufficiently old and powerful. You may leave it like this, or dismantle this pyre should you wish to leave another permanent ritual," he explains before walking off, leaving the student with the two pyre.

Summarize the Lore:  Divine Warden magic comprises of the imbuing of sunlight with Tahariae's energy as well as channeling and manipulating that energy through lightwells. Lightwells can be semi-autonomous, and once established imbue and store energy without further intervention. Two factors determine a lightwell's strength: its age and the amount of energy it has stored. Older lightwells are capable of amassing more light faster -- like a widened pipe -- and can store more energy. Lightwells with more stored energy can be used to power more advanced and draining rituals. Rituals of sufficiently small drain coupled with a lightwell of sufficient power can run indefinitely. However, lightwells cannot simply be established wherever and left to fester and grow. They require care at the smaller stages or they fizzle out and disappear. Once established, the lightwell cannot be normally altered or moved, unless deactivated by a Divine Warden or corrupted by an antithetic force. If corrupted, lightwells become strong placements of taint relative to their power and require care and tenacity to purify.

Lightwells themselves require two clerics to establish, though only one needs to be able command the attention of Tahariae as a Divine Warden. As Divine Warden magic is first and foremost the magic of the community of Clerics, almost all rituals require multiple clerics in order to execute in addition to a lightwell of sufficient power. This is because the raw Tahariaen energy is difficult to manipulate with the power of a single connection, and because Tahariae is efficient and prefers to impart his boons upon groups of clerics rather than individuals. For Waters rituals, Priest Healers are required. For Flames rituals, War Clerics are required. Furthermore, these gatherings and ritualized group prayer sessions needed to produce the effects require increasing amounts of time depending on the strength of the ritual. 

Two types of lightwells exist: fire lightwells and water lightwells. The former requires a controlled, consistent flame, and powers rituals of the Flame such as Faith's Weapon or Stag's Reign. Water lightwells require a small, standing pool of water and power rituals such as Blessed Waters and Radiant Communion. Thus they can be likened to War Clerics and Priest Healers respectively. Lightwells function both as the power source as well as the medium for the rituals, so a flame lightwell can power a ritual conducted with a pool of water and vise versa. These rituals require either sunlight or the stored sunlight of a lightwell to function, and only truly function well under the former. A Warden can expect only a small amount of power during the night unless they are fueled by an incredibly old and untapped lightwell.

Any prayer, regardless of whether it serves to establish the lightwell or manipulate it, must begin with "I, Divine Warden" or a linguistic identity to it. This is so that Tahariae is able to recognize the Cleric's prayers and channel his energy through the proper sunlit means. 

-- note --

In truth, this summary encompasses not only what is covered in the lore post but some of the specifics and nuances imparted by Pandan in game. It's a funky magic, and if you require clarifications on anything feel free to ask.

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it: No.

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?: Of course.

Have you applied to teach this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app: No.

where's the helf party outpost points

Yup. i'll be teaching this fellow.