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Lair Leader MC Name: Lyonharted Lair Leader Character Name: Jonah "Cash" af Brasca Lair Name: The Knight Custodians Primary Lair Color: Red (...white, and blue...) Lair Members (include the name followed by the character they are playing): We have 100+ people in our Discord server, but I do not have a good pulse on who still plays here. I will rely on people replying to this thread with their character and username to see who is still active and interested if that is OK with staff. Proposed Lair Locations (Highlight/draw at least three on the map): Choice #1 - Archipelago Choice #2 - Sand Island Choice #3 - Small Island, Pirate Ship Haven Lair Lore (supply link to an existing creature or other lore if being used as basis for this lair) (1000 words minimum): There is much more than this from the current era of the Republic. I would ask anyone replying with their character's intent to join, to also link their favorite Salvian forum topic! Lair Build and Infrastructure (photos required, give dimensions):' If we have any chance at getting a lair (waiting for staff to confirm before spending money commissioning a builder), we will have a small star fort and then most of our build will be an underground bunker. Why can this group not fulfill their roleplay niche in an existing settlement or nation? (Give a detailed answer and examples of how this has not worked in the past.): We have been warclaimed out of existence. Nobody will take us. We are ready to fight more, so if we get warclaimed again, we want a chance to die fighting. That being said, we want peace; we want to hide and do our roleplay. Trying to take the Salvian people group into hiding and exile. We would be a secret fortress just trying to live under the radar and avoid conflict. How does this lair add to the greater world around it? How will its existence benefit its roleplay group and the server at-large?: Salvo offers a niche that is not really fulfilled: a true Republic. For people interested in this type of roleplay, we do not have anywhere to go. We are nationless, settlementless, lairless. Given the power of the Empire and its ability to delete any roleplay it dislikes, we are going into hiding as a lair. We will benefit the server by offering serious Republic roleplay and fulfilling a niche that nobody else does. Expect elections, drama, assassinations, civil wars, etcetera. Given the chance, we will happily grow and become something worth remembering, but given the domination that the Empire presently has over the server, we have no choice but to start off as a hidden lair that can evade the Empire via hiding.

We the pure elves maintain our traditions of progress and health in sincerity thanks to the forethought of our ancestors. Much of this is thanks to the majesty and brevity of our mother tongue, Mali'San, which we use daily with pride. This pocket dictionary seeks to capture the daily words used by the Mali'Thill in an easy to access format. The dictionary is a compendium of other sources, listed, linked, and copied verbatim from their origins. The dictionary will be updated with more content including full entries on every word, suffix, prefix, etcetera. [I will be creating a Notion wiki that is searchable and editable. Looking for folks interested in helping!] Do you have words, phrases, ideas, concepts, sentences, or suggestions for inclusion? We welcome readers to write us. Our postal office box is open to submissions from readers. We will regularly edit this dictionary to include submissions. The Maheral retains the right to unilaterally order edits to this dictionary, as the paragon of culture in our nation.

"Yeah man, " replies the Unknown Agent. "The Empire killed Haelun'or. We are afraid of the Empire, so we comply with what they tell us to do. We are the big bads actually!"

A newsletter has been started by Laurir Iyath Sullas, sent to family members and business associates. If you are reading this, your character was sent, or found, a copy. Team Sullas, My plans so far: 1) Sullas & Associates Start a company with multiple divisions: Akaleh Beets; Akaleh Pears; and Akaleh Roses. 2) Lucionite Kaliri A political party founded on the apparent beliefs of Lucion Sullas (Iyathavavir's reading of it based on historical documents), coming soon. 3) Political Office I will run for political office one day! In the meantime, I hope to become a bureaucrat, a propagandist, a public servant. This is a top secret briefing explaining our classified Team Sullas intentions. If you want to announce your plans to Team Sullas, let me know. Want to send a letter in this newsletter encirclical so that it gets sent to all of Team Sullas? Ask me and I will tell you how to mail a newsletter! Thilln ito nae'leh? Iyathavir'avere Sullas Laurir Sullas Tallonnii

"Wrong, " replies Iyathavir. He spits on the poster and rips it down.

287 Second Age Mali'Thill, The Tallonnii has returned, and from the impious pits of impure piss, it shall rise with The Silver City once more. We have secured apartments in The Silver City of Taliyu'Lin, and are eager to rebuild our reputation from scratch. Any person who bears the surname Sullas is welcome to rejoin us in reviving our storied family and regaining its honor. heya nae uhiera? Iyathavir'avere Sullas LAURIR of the SULLAS TALLONNII A note is attached to the missive, containing the well-written history of the family from the Bloodline Archive. See the second reply to the linked thread.

Iyathavir patrioticly agrees. "YES! TRUE!"

Dear monsieur, atzila, and pezent, three of the lumpengenders; It is I, Jonah "Cash". I am here to write history and create a treatise or three upon philosophy. I am recruiting: two historians; and two philosophers. These shall form a neutral Committee on Thought. My thesis shall be reviewed by them, and it shall be thus; 7 Volumes on Doom & Salvus Le Sì bùfèn - THE FOUR PARTER - Histories of the Salvian Peoples, Diaspora, & Their Many Dooms VOL. I: Aegisian Salvus VOL.. II: Atheran Salvus VOL. II: Aevosian Salvo VOL. IV Azurasian Salvo La Sān rén - THE THREE PARTER - Theories on the Salvian Philosophies, Leaders, & Their Many Crowns VOL. V: The Ancient Regimes: Plebeian, Patrician, & Traitor VOL. VI: The New Order: Bell Sano & You VOL. VII: The Revolutionary Guard: Why the Empire of Man... SUBMIT YOUR APPLICATIONS TO JOIN MY COMMITTE ON THOUGHT BELOW. With camaraderie, peace, and faith; Jonah "Cash"

"I am the Shogun, " he whispers. "I knew it." An af Brasca is at it again.

"You are not speaking Flexio. You are speaking Renatian. Renatian is not a Holy Language, hatdude. In the Empire, only Flexio, Harrenite, and Qalasheen are Holy Languages." A fleeper of adulthood age, an af Brasca brood, this time not from the cavefolk, but from the bridgefolk, speaks to his allies, the eels.

People of the High Elven Polity and Beyond, The Library used to be open to High Elf, to Wood Elf, to Dark Elf, to Snow Elf, even to Man, to Dwarf, to Orc, to Stranger, and to Other. Now, the Eternal Library is more like the Sleepy Joe Haelun'or Library! Where did it go? Is it okay? Can we order some more Library supplies? The Economy needs PAPER, High Elves! It needs Paper like it needs Air. You get it. So go to War with people for Paper, now! Also, dyes. They are too expensive. I wanted to dye my shirt, and this paper. But elf, hear me: dyes. That is it. Dyes. With respect to Larihei, A Lost High Elf Please Mail Me Instructions To Visit The SIlver City

A protester throws an envelope at you and runs. Do you open it, throw it in the trash, or let it rot on the ground? The Empire of Man wants you to burn the pamphlet; do you honor the protest? Dear monsieur, atzila, and pezent, three of the lumpengenders; A protestor sits at a table. His sign reads: Flipping True OCS. Debate me. The Empire of Man is a failed state. The Holy Orenian Empire was a real state. Prove me wrong. A pamphlet flows in the wind like an apple falls from a tree and it lands in your hand because physics deigned that human hands must hold human art. Good afternoon, Citizens of the Empire known as Oren in Free States Assembled through the Federal Commonwealth: My father, the General of the Orenian Commonwealth States, has died. I am his only heir, an eel son of eel. I am the rockstar, Pax. You will come to know The Eelmen when we perform our concert in the midst of the battles of the 2nd War of Two Emperors. While the freefolk march upon the dragonfolk, we will sit with banjo, with loudspeaker, and with drumkit, to laugh, sing, and die. Long live the Commonwealth. May the false Emperor die tomorrow. And then, may The Creator turn Rittersberg into ash. We shall use its ash to make concrete with limestone and from that limestone shall we build The Capitol. There, we will forge a Crown. Sincerely yours, Cash af Brasca Acting Archchancellor of the Orenian Commonwealth States