Creete

Thomas doesn't appreciate me at all. :c

@Esry I do! They are very yummy. c: Stickball is life. Invite me. I created it with these peeps. : P I mean, yeah, @AfricanGlasses. But I'm not about those loveless romances. If I were, I'd play a human woman. : P

@Vaynthomg, we must have another round of Stickball.

Ily 2, bby (s). <3

My day was pretty good, Unbaed. Worked and stuff. Just relaxing now. How was your day?

((Music)) Snow slowly flutters outside the stained glass windows of the observatory where the elfess had found herself living over the last few months. Her mossy eyes stared out in silent appreciation of the display of nature before her. The days had been long, the years harsh, and now the sorceress had grown wary. Bags rest under her dark spheres; her usual fair skin was sickly pale - it was clear she was not well. Adorned in her most lovely dress, a blue and silver silk gown she had tailored years before, the once solider settles in the only chair within the large room. It faced out to the scenery of the mountain, a beautiful sight she’d have to admit - one that she was happy to make be her last. Splayed out on the desk behind her were several papers and opened books though only one really mattered. Neatly placed dead center of the desk rested a thick piece of parchment. The script upon it was beautifully penned in a dark purple ink and at the bottom a deep plum colored wax seal of a dragon made it official: it would be the last letter the woman ever wrote, this much she was sure of. “It’s been so long,” she murmurs softly as she pulls the quilt that had been laying over the arm of the chair to cover her lap, “since I’ve had a good night’s sleep.” Leaning forward she carefully lifted the still steaming cup of rose tea off of the stand she had moved to rest beside her chair. A small smile pulled back on her red painted lips as she stared into the pink fluid within the beautifully decorated teacup. “I think it’s time I finally get some.” The sorceress silently enjoyed her tea as she watched the snow collect outside the large windows. A slow trickling storm had washed over the land, causing wisps of the fresh blanket to be tossed up in dancing spirals before her. She hummed contently a little tune between sips of the oddly sweet drink, not daring to stop until the cup was empty; only then did she place it back where she had gotten it. With her hands folded neatly on her lap she basked in the comforting silence of the night until sleep finally took her. [!] The Letter: “Dearest lliran and long lost acquaintances, I haven’t much to say, I’m afraid. Years have come and gone and we have come together and fallen apart, but I only wish for you all to know I cared for you deeply. I gave my all when I could and attempted to be there for my lliran and my people when they needed me. I have made mistakes and I have done things I am not proud of, but haven’t we all? There is not a man alive who is flawless, but still I have never been more ashamed of myself than I am in this moment, writing this letter - this goodbye. I had thought, with time, I would find my grounding and come back to you all with the same fiery spirit you’ve all come to expect out of me, but sadly, that just doesn’t seem to be the case. Try as I might I simply can not muster the strength to step foot out of my sanctuary and with recent happenings I feel I will find no further place, home or standing amongst you all. In short I have grown tired. The years have beaten down on me and I find that I simply lack the ability to once more brush myself off and press on. I have become so very exhausted and I think you’ll find that even the mightiest of dragons do often times need rest. I wish you all the best. I hope our kind will pull through these hardships and the mali’thill that remain will continue spreading Purity to our kin. I ask forgiveness for I am weak and will not be able to stand by your sides, to give guidance or offer a comforting word. I gave you every second I could, parting from old lliran, my own blood, and my own dreams to ensure I could hold Purity sacred and be a guiding hand to those who had strayed from the path. All things come to an end, though, dear lliran, and here we are now. I know in these horrible times you’ll find yourselves struggling to find peace with each other, but in being at each other’s throats we only strain what connection we have - we strain our purpose, our culture, our race, our Purity. We must come together, mali’thill, for the greater good of our kind, for our children and their children. Haelun’or, or rather our race, must stand, and it must do so without me. I believe in you all, I do, I know you will pull through this - though the walls of elcihi are tainted. The once grand Silver State’s pillars of ivory and steel have begun to crack and I can see the flakes of gold beneath. I could never call it home again for I know the golden company it draws. Mali’thill, you must be strong, for your nation has failed you, and only you will be able to trudge forward to find its replacement. May the stars guide you to a place where our kind can exist in harmony, being one with each other, with the Void, with the world. A place where we can progress and push forward as a race. I know it exists, I only wish I had known how to guide you all there. Sincerely, Lanavia Drae’thon The Dragon of Skyfall Maheral of Haelun’or Once Headmistress of the Society” [!] Lanavia would not be found in the building or anywhere in the city. Only her letters, the teacup, and the chair remained with her signature headdress laying besides the cup upon the small table she had set up.

The sorceress' mossy gaze scanned the parchment as she stood within the courtyard of the city. Her head bobbed once in a nod as she turned away from it, sunlight catching the red ruby that marked her headdress in a shimmering display. Taking a few steps farther into the city, she found herself stilled under the archway of the tea house. "I have my work cut out for me, there is no doubt about that," Lanavia murmured to herself. "I promise you, Miss Iaria - you and all that still call Haelun'or home.. that so long as blood still runs through my veins, I shall do my best to return the Purity of our kin. We shall return to the awe and glory that we had once been.." Her cold stare rose to scan the area around her, taking in the few faces that lingered. "We welcome home those who know our cause, our ways. Ones who will stand for what makes us Mali'Aheral. Come home to your people, I beckon you all back." With but a short pause she murmurs, her words just over a harsh whisper, "I nearly gave my life for elcihi and her people.. and so long as I am able, I am willing to do so again."

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Caliana silently scans the sheet of parchment she found resting on the couch before the fireplace within the Convocation's keep. She grunts as she settles into her seat, eyes still taking in the contents of the document. After a short while the young elfess simply rolls her eyes and tosses the article aside, onto the empty cushion next to her. "This was written in such a way not to share a thought or idea, but to emphasize that the one who pens it has some deep understanding of the arcane and some sort of outstanding stance on the topic," the mage-to-be murmurs as she tosses her legs up on the couch and tugs out a book from her satchel. "I'd bet ten mina Mister Zytiaear enjoys the sound of his own voice." She pauses a moment to crack open the tome. "All he did was take a common thought and spout it in a flamboyant fashion for the attention and praise it would give." Her gaze scans the collection of people around her, all chiming about the Convocation and simply gives a singular nod to them in agreement.

The elfess lets out a forced chuckle as she nods her head once in reply. "I wouldn't doubt if you're right in saying that," she states as she crosses her arms. "Who will be next after I am 'dead', hmm? Perhaps you? Seems odd, doesn't it, how we've been assaulted so many times now? Rather sudden and seemingly without reason... strange world, I suppose."

Lanavia perks a thin brow as she holds the notice in her hand. Her mossy gaze shifts to the sohaer where he stands at her side, very much so alive. "Oh, you're dead it would seem," she comments with a lazy shrug before tossing the notice into the fireplace.

"Pleasant times," Lanavia murmurs as she scans the banner. "This should go well."

Lanavia pauses her journey from the gate towards the upper district to see Parion take his stand. As he spoke she slips her arms behind her back and simply listened. "All valid points," she murmurs as he come to an end. "A talented young mal," the elfess adds after a pause. "I'd like to see him take up this position as I feel it would suit him well. Best of luck, llir." (May be edited later when it's not so late!)

What is your favourite colour? Lavender What’s your favorite pizza topping? Pepperoni, black olives, and jalapenos. Do you believe in magic? Innn a young giiiirl's heeeeart. Is bisexuality a myth, in your opinion? (stop triggering me parion) Oh, totes McGoats. Lol jk. Curly hair or straight hair? Straight-ish? Kinda Wavey. The Final Round: Who is the better half of the memedom? Parion! <3

“Hmm… Though it is unfortunate to see the council so thinned in numbers I would like to take this moment to nominate myself, Lanavia Iyathir, for the position of tilruir'indor.” The elfess pauses but a moment to collect her thoughts before pressing on. “I have had much experience with running libraries, with literature and with many topics we house within our Eternal Library. I feel my devotion to knowledge, the spreading of it, and the betterment of the Silver State will only further prove my worth for such a title.” With a dip of her head the elfess adds, "Ahernan for any consideration."

The sun beamed high above the Silver City of Haelun’or as the elfess makes her way into the town square. Her dark spheres scan the area; watching as the many high elves went about their day. She wasn’t here to join in idle gossip or to sit with her peers within the inn, no she had a purpose to be here today. The sorceress steps up onto the edge of the fountain as she clasps her hands in front her, producing a single loud clap. “May I have your attention, fellow mali’aheral,” she calls out, her voice risen to catch the attention of the other high elves. She waits until they have gathered to go on. “I come here today to announce that here, on the 15th of the Amber Cold, I, Lanavia Iyathir, challenge Ikur Seregon for his seat on the council as tilruir'nor.” The elfess pauses before she goes on. “Have any of you gone hungry? Has there been a need for the city for anything supplies that has not been met? No. It has been because of my efforts we find ourselves with plentiful food and supplies. Ikur has not tended to his duties in ages. He is nowhere to be found. I will not stand idly by as this man remains comfortably sat within the council while I work laboriously to tend to his responsibilities.” “And so I challenge his title,” Lanavia states flatly as she slips her arms behind her back. She scans the crowd before going on. “I feel it only right to do so and I know that I will continue to serve Haelun’or far better than he has in our time here in Axios.”

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