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Sohaer Cenwall nods his head with approval upon reading the paper.

"Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya." comments Sohaer Cenwall

The missive would be arrived at the Silver City of Okarn'thilln with swiftness as it was soon read by its leader, Sohaer Cenwall Maeyr'onn-- Descendant of Nelecar Maeyr'onn who bore the same bloodline. His face would be a mused one as he glanced through its contents and threw it on the gleaming white table near him. Instantly, he would write one himself to the High Princess and Princely Council of the Dominion of Malin in response. ________________________________________ 19th of Snow's Maiden, 1647 "Dear Awaiti Aureon and the Princely Council of the Dominion of Malin, I write to you as Sohaer of Haelun'or in great admiration for this act of reprisal towards the events as of late. Many were misinformed including myself of the message you wished to communicate during your coronation ceremony. To be unified, it must only be in baseline ideals that all mali can share between eachother-- no matter the nation or culture. Many fissures still exist within our people. Furthermore, I implore you to heed your words as a nation towards the entirety of the species of mali for your words affect us all in that regard. I realize many failed old leaders still yet dwell in your nation and influence your moves as your nation becomes more successful. Do not live solely in the past, nor listen to guidance from those who are simply put, stuck in the past. You are a new nation, led by a new leader and it is your right to see your mission as you make it seen through. Be the shepherds, not the sheep. If you ever wish to talk of peace and unity as a people, a good step would be doing actions that show such. You must know that many nations have allyship and deals globally. As a tip, before murdering people in the name of protection-- arrest them and question their motives as any civilized nation would do before you create such havoc once more." MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA Sincerly, Sohaer Cenwall Maeyr’onn

I support this move very much. If someone can't defend against 4 raiders in a nation then you have more problems than being raided. Do it like the high elves and tell everyone that they are protecting some arbitrary idea at all times and that they must be prepared to defend themselves at all times so that all (even if they are garbo tier) will be able to defend the city if threatened.

Cenwall receives the mail and promptly hangs the glorious painting in the Eternal Library of Haelun'or for all pure 'thill to witness.

Sohaer Cenwall Maeyr'onn, ruler of the High Elves of Haelun'or reads the notice with a distasteful frown. His body would rock in a wicker chair basket as he sipped the finest teas any descendant had to offer-- pinky out of course. He'd think aloud to himself and to the patrons of the inn. "Once I wished for a unified elven front-- never under them but unified nonetheless. It however has become apparent that the 'Wood Elves' of the Dominion of Malin have only proved their poor judgement in the face of an ever changing trend for our lands... Elven Power. They have done what uncivilized, wildlings will always do when they gain more than a stick and string to hunt-- be savages. I was their at the ceremony, and their words of unity struck a cord in me I will not lie. However such discourse of proclaiming yourself as the leaders of all elves is foolish when there remains three other elven nations that do not agree with worshiping the same trees they lay in their beds-- only to make abominations of plant-being. Furthermore their acts of brutality show why they should stick to living in the jungles and mingle with the apes they so emulate by murdering orcs without warning. If they wish for unity, they need to realize up until now they were breastfeeding on the teet of humanity for generations and their adolescence can be seen by any nation that bears witness to their petty shows of 'Power'." The pure mali'thill would set his china tea-glass onto its Podstakannik shaking his head. "I only pity the mali'aheral who have lost their way to Larihei's teachings... May they realize that lessers will never know how to keep them safe in the civilized world and to return to their true home, Haelun'or. Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya, brothers and sisters." Cenwall would fall silently, staring at the notice in deep thought.

Streaks of New Silver-1646 Progress and Health, the motto of Haelun'or and the symbol of our growth as a nation. For generations have we moved forward to achieve the progress of our people. Sohaer Cenwall Maeyr'onn would stand in the public square to address his people. "Citizens, it has come time for us to open our doors to new 'thill blood. Since the birth of our nation the people of Haelun'or have voted for those they deem worthy to represent them on the council and in todays age, the same sentiment is alive and well-- just as the creed of Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya. I ask of any of you who are interested in joining Elheial'thilln to either put your name on the ballot board or directly send me a letter of admission so that I may do so for you. From there you will each be sorted into each respective role you wish to uptake and the vote will be made. I look for new ideas to bring breath into my administration and more importantly I look for those who can continue the security and peace I have obtained for our people. Ahernan, and may Larihei and purity guide you all." ay'Larihei maehr'sae hiylun'ehya Signed by, Sohaer , Cenwall Maeyr’onn ((https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/169506-elheialthilln-the-silver-council/ All of the vacant Okariran roles are up for grabs).

"I am glad my elven cousins can keep order in there realms." Cenwall would nod with approval in his silver towers.

Elheial’thilln - The Silver Council As published on the 22nd of The Amber Cold 1645 CONTENTS I. Council Structure & Positions II. Councillor Appointment & Challenging III. Talonnii - Noble Bloodlines of Haelun’or IV. State Approved Guilds I. Council Structure & Positions Elheial’thilln - The Silver Council The Silver Council, or elheial’thilln in the ancient tongue, acts as the governing body of Haelun’or. The council itself comprises six positions including the Sohaer, Maheral, Medi’iran, and the Okariran. The Okariran (guardians) are democratically elected by the pure citizenry to preside over certain areas of the state. The Sohaer (ruler) is determined via a vote by elheial’thilln. The Sohaer may choose up to two Medi’iran (helpers) to assist them with their governing. Finally, the Maheral (most blessed) is determined by the Heial’laurir of the Talonnii. These councillors collectively oversee the Silver Sohaerate and deliberate to make the most suitable decisions to ensure the continued prosperity of Haelun’or. The positions are further detailed below: Sohaer - Ruler of Haelun’or [@DustyDune] Description Duties of the Sohaer Maheral - Guide of Haelun’or [@DustyDune] Description Duties of the Maheral Medi’iran - Helpers of the Sohaer [@Aviers, @VACANT] Description Duties of the Medi’iran Okarir’sil - Guardian of Sword [@VACANT] Description Duties of the Okarir’sil Okarir’maehr - Guardian of Knowledge [@Aythyinae] Description Duties of the Okarir’maehr Okarir’leyun - Guardian of Beauty [@Mordu] Description Duties of the Okarir’leyun Tilruiran - Servants of the Elhieal’thilln Description Duties of the Tilruiran II. Councillor Appointment & Challenging Appointment Sohaer The process by which the Sohaer is appointed is outlined in detail within the “Ikur’onn Sohaer System - For Peaceful Transition of Power”. https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/158648-for-peaceful-transition-of-power/ https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/169503-amendment-to-the-ikur%E2%80%99onn-sohaer-system-1645/ Maheral The process by which the Maheral is appointed is outlined in detail within the “Talonnii Act of 1645”. https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/169505-talonnii-act-of-1645/ Medi’iran The two Medi’iran are hand picked by the Sohaer, generally from the members of elheial’thilln, as they are to act as his or her direct assistants. Okariran The Okariran are the democratically elected members of elheial’thilln that oversee specific areas of Haelun’or, whether it be the military, housing, or knowledge. When a position becomes vacant, a First Class Citizen can nominate themselves for candidacy with a speech. Should more than one individual desire a specific position, the First Class citizenry will vote for the candidate who they believe is best suited for the role. Tilruiran The Tilruiran are servants or volunteers who serve underneath the various Okariran. Each tilruir is hand picked by an Okarir (an Okarir can have a maximum of two) to assist with them with their various duties - unless given explicit permission from the Sohaer. Candidates are any member of the general public who are loyal to the state and have displayed a keen interest in helping the Sohaerate in some form. Challenging Of the seats upon the Silver Council, it is only the Okariran who can be publicly challenged by any First Class Citizen for their position (the Maheral, Sohaer, and Medi’ir are decided by the methods aforementioned). Challenging is generally done when a First Class Citizen is unsatisfied with the work or effort of an Okarir and believes they could better perform in the role than the one who currently holds it. The process for how a challenge is to be conducted is as follows: Process for Challenging a Councillor The challenger must publicly declare a motion to challenge a specific Okarir with the intent to replace him or her. The Okarir who has been challenged must either accept or reject this motion. If the motion is accepted by the Okarir, they are to immediately resign and are effectively removed from power. In this case, the challenger assumes the role. If it is rejected, the challenger must defend their objection by engaging in formal public debate with the Okarir in question. If the challenger can win this debate (by referendum judgement), he or she will replace the Okarir. All citizens are duty-bound to observe, and listen to the debates. During the debate, citizens are encouraged to pose questions towards the two contenders. After the affair is complete, and the citizenry have no other questions to pose, they are then obliged to vote between the two. Voting for a Challenger / Incumbent All citizens have the right to select one of three votes: Pro-challenger. Pro-incumbent. Abstain. Simply, the one with most support is considered to be the victor. However, if the majority of citizenry have chosen to abstain, then it can be concluded that the citizenry has no confidence in either candidate. Should this be so, then there is an open election for the specific Okarir position. Process for Ejecting the Sohaer If the Sohaer is seen as unfit to govern over Haelun’or they may be ejected via the same way they came into power. The whole council must agree to it, including the Maheral, to legally impeach the Sohaer from their position of office. III. Talonnii - Noble Bloodlines of Haelun’or https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/169505-talonnii-act-of-1645/ IV. State Approved Guilds The Silver Sohaerate of Haelun’or is home to, and endorses, a number of guilds. These guilds are of varying variety, but ultimately work within Haelun’or Law and have a vision which coincides with the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya. These guilds often work closely with the Silver Council, assisting it in some manner, in order to further strengthen the state. Elheial’thilln may also choose to sponsor the endeavours of a particular guild should the outcome prove advantageous to Haelun’or and her people. The state-approved guilds are as follows: *~* The Celestial Order *~* Founded by Arcane Mage Iatrilemar Elervathar, the Celestial Order is home to some of the greatest arcanists the realm has to offer. The majority of the order’s members are known as Celestial Arcanists, practitioners of Arcanism who have reached the pinnacle of the art - their intrinsic auras having transcended to that of a greater aura. The Order seeks to bathe the realm in the blessed light of the Arcane Mage’s gift and to ensure the prosperity of all, regardless of national affiliation. https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/155896-the-celestial-order/ MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA Drafted on the 20th of The Amber Cold, 1645 by, Sohaer Cenwall Maeyr’onn Maheral Ceruberr Asul’Ailer

Cenwall reads the notice with a mused look as he'd write back, sending a letter to Louis De Castro penned in silver writing and stamped with the official seal of the High Elven state. "Dear, Louis De Castro It is of my dearest apologies that the Silver State had not upheld its contract and met to speak-- however I believe it was in fifteen years time... long in the future. We were dealing with the infestation of dark mage rats lingering in our caves who needed to be snuffed out. You see, your friend Varen'thal was a necromancer and even moreso as a representative of Haelun'or let them linger in our halls. He spit on the feet of our most revered, what we in our culture call our 'Maheral' and admitted to enjoy the killing an innocent high elven female woman-- a grave crime in any nation I would presume. Not only did he kill her, he and his wife bashed the back of her head in with a plank of solid wood, such of the kind you use for the bow of a ship. As for Evark Evocress, I can assure you the man doesn't wish to harm anyone who does not deserve such crimes upon themselves. Yes I admit, he is a soul puppeteer. However his guild heals and aids in innocent lives, people who have met trauma or are badly injured... a 'noble' user and teacher of such arts. Do not misconstrued it as anything but. I do apologize for not aiding you in battle as I was busy stabilizing my nation and had not had my attention aimed towards global politics-- a simple bird would have sufficed. Nonetheless, I hold no qualm to your nation and if you are ever willing to discuss further business with our two nations I will accept such.~ Sincerly Cenwall Maeyr'onn, Sohaer of The Silver Sohaerate of Haelun'or"

Me likely +1

"Be wary, this man has been known to attack innocent civilians walking on the roads to Haelun'or to fuel his dark magi and psychotic tendencies." comments Cenwall Maeyr'onn

Great addition +1

Far away in the shining white towers of Sohaerate of Haelun'or, Sohaer Cenwall Maeyr'onn hears of this and looks onto the man before him who had given him such news. "This just proves the savagery of my wood elven brethren-- so consumed by their daily lives of bedding trees and flowers that they forget the curse laid down before them... before us all. Children, the children of elves are the most precious commodity that one can acquire as an elf in our long lives and yet they have spat on all of us. They have shown their true colors as an elven nation and people. Get out of my face, and bring me better news." Cenwall would flick his wrist to the common messenger, reclining into his wicker chair to hold deeper thoughts. "I pity the lessers--truly." He'd shake his snow-white covered head and glare out towards the stars in the direction of the Dominion-- the splinters of the lost High Elven empire of Kalenz and his high elven people.

Sohaer Cenwall Maeyr'onn hears of this news from within the inn-- such a display of impurity had just befallen his ears as the elf ran out of the prosperous city with his tail in between his legs. He'd quickly pen a letter and send a hawk to follow the elf as he ran before he could face his judgment like a true man. "The age of rebellion and impure, craven power hungry madmen is beyond us. IF you wish for true change, drop the facade of a purity driven mission and pick up your sleeves and start working to improve the nation as a whole. You speak of impurities yet you cling to violence-- the gravest act of impurity in our lands. You claim to grasp at a lost legacy yet you have done nothing for our people as the council or I have done for this city. In fact we would have no such city if not for the brave elves who stand as your representatives. The era of prosperity is within grasp and your ramblings heard many times before will not solve anything. Know the sacrifices we have done to secure the homes and nation of all mali'thill alike. I am of pure High Elven blood-- descendant of Nelecar Maeyr'onn, one of the few founders of Haelun'or and its first Okrarir'sil. As he so valiantly defended our nation so will I to such shallow threats and words. Come speak to me once you've read a book and perhaps, maybe then can you speak of true progress. Next time I would like if you even used the word 'Impure' properly-- for the butchering of the common tongue stings my ears. ~Sincerly, The Sohaer Cenwall Maeyr'onn"

Sohaer Cenwall glances over the missive with a mused look upon his smug face. "Ha.. ha ha..." He'd read over once more, wiping a tear of supremacy from his superior eyelid. "Fel plague? These humans not only lack the mental capability of a pure 'thill but also thereof that of a half-breed degenerate beggar. Why ever did we grant these mongrels land when they embarrass themselves with such a spew of idiocy, that I beg to reason the whole civilized world has never seen such lunacy!" He'd show his pinky, sipping his tea and reclining back into his birch wicker chair. "More research must be had on the effects of Aengul influence on the human brain."

"Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya" comments Sohaer Cenwall

"Protecting a treasonous blood mage?! The hypocrisy." Says Cenwall

The young Elven leader, stares movingly towards the missive-- a light of innocence has truly escaped him in his longing gaze. Cenwall's lengthy 6'5 frame standing firmly with resolution, moving with a mystical gracefulness only an Elf of high prominence would contain... He would move to the balcony in front of the crowd before him. "I ask those standing before me to remember, that this is the cycle that we as High Elves have gone through since the start of our blessed existence. I myself, have full confidence that this will be a blip in the echoes of history-- for we will grasp and achieve greater things! His voice would raise, as his hands would expel a glorious show of arcanism-- tan wisps flowing around the air as if commanded by a conductor. "In our long, long lives we have been through it all and yet we still stand. Leadership after leadership, the Silver State of Haelun'or has stood. For we have always progressed forwards, as is the nature of the High Elven race! See this as another cycle in which we must journey through to get to our ultimate goals." Pauses a moment, the wisps around him halting to a stop. "Journey with me, my friends, my councilors, my citizens and thrive in teachings and ways that Larihei had laid the foundation stones for us to build upon! For the foundation is strong, and so far has guided us through unimaginable threats. We shall continue to fight all that stand beneath us... Hold your head up high, fellow 'Aheral! For the worst is behind us, and we will never bow down to the threats of impurity! Stand tall...and supreme. Stands firm, as he looked to his people with hope-- for he knew they would never succumb.

The young Sohaer, Cenwall Maeyr'onn would pen a letter back to the elfess "You can expect me and Maheral Athedil to come. ~Sohaer Cenwall Maeyr'onn"

Footprints In the Dirt One night a High Elf had a horrific dream. He dreamed he was walking along a dirt path with GOD. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene he noticed two sets of footprints in the dirt: one belonging to him, and the other to GOD. When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the dirt. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life. This really bothered him and he questioned GOD about it: "GOD, you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me." GOD replied nothing. At this moment the High Elf woke up from his dream for he realized that the ideology of Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya would carry him through his hardships.

*a fuzzy image appears in the mans brain* https://gyazo.com/c5d323f4d27215a0fa5fc6d0c4a3849f

The young high elven leader, Cenwall Maeyr'onn would remain unfazed by such insults as he'd throw the paper down into a trash bin-- the bin as empty as the words spouted on the paper. Shaking his head he would think aloud. "We value progress and self improvement--yes, but the valah of Horen blood are sorely misinformed to think we allow such anarchy through our halls. All such threats have been dealt with by my hand personally and will continue to be dealt as such... a shame they cannot take some cues of progressing and accept that now the Coalition rules the political power in today's world and not the dead empire of Oren."

A missive is posted around the Silver City To my most blessed people of the High Elven people, It is with heavy heart that, I, Cenwall Maeyr'onn, hereby offer my resignation as Maheral. I had led our people from the brink of collapse yet in doing so I had realized I cannot be the pinnacle of purity and lead a nation simultaneously. I had made many decisions that could be seen as impure-- many hard decisions for the safety and security of our state. Decisions not meant for a Maheral to make. Hereby by decree of the Silver Council I am to transition to the position of Sohaer of the city immediate effectively -- voted in with 3/4ths majority vote in accordance to the Ikur'onn system. To replace me, Athedil Acal'elor will serve as Maheral, for his services to the motherland and his dedication to Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya and the ways of purity. The Maherals role henceforth will be reverted back to the duties of old and be a teacher and guider of our people-- lest we fall back to the decadence and impurity of the past. To my citizens, let it be known that we will move forever forward in repairing the deep fissures in our government. Forever progress, let us not forget where we were. ay’Larihei maehr’sae hiylun’ehya Sohaer Cenwall Maeyr'onn Maheral Athedil Acal'elor

Cenwall the Maheral blinks as he reads the letter "We are not going to war."