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Our Haelun'or Beckons An Announcement to the Silver State of Haelun’or As Issued from the Most Blessed, Maheral Elesia Elervathar 22nd of Snow's Maiden, Year 66 of the Second Age At the beginning of Haelun’or, our Citadel arose from dirt and debris — guided in the footsteps of our ancestors and most blessed bloodlines — to create our home, our refuge from the monsters of the realm, our blessed bastion of knowledge, progress and health. Our efforts in the Silver State of Haelun’or have been to unite and reconstruct a sense of allegiance to the motherland, an unwavering understanding of our culture and ancient traditions. Now, our diligent quest is to rebuild a harmonious state for the mali’aheral, an ambition to overcome the inherent issues of the past. Mali’thill continue to return home, to find peace, progress and health. Unity, as is purity, is disrupted when infidelity and tormenting weakness prompts derelict and unfounded peace in contrast to principle and ethic. And so, our Haelun’or beckons thee, blessed children. Our architects, diplomats and medics. Our tavernkeep, butcher and artist. Our guardians of knowledge and people, our soldiers silver-clad until the bitter end. The Elervathar Council is rebirthed and headed towards undiscovered realms of progress. Will you travel alongside us? A decade of conflict has plagued our motherland, our marbled Citadel and evergreen forests. We gather now, for the betterment of our Blessed State and her vision. Come together, Mali'thill. The Blessed Child, Maheral Elesia Elervathar MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

{ Art by Pengzhen Zhang } The Maheral Simply Is An announcement to the Silver State of Haelun'or As Issued from the Most Blessed, Maheral Elesia Elervathar 6th of Snow's Maiden, Year 64 of the Second Age "Oh, blessed children of Larihei. I offer thee, my eyes. Oh, blessed silver white. Let light sweep over me..." Malaurir Iaria Elervathar BLESSED CITIZENRY OF THE SILVER STATE OF HAELUN’OR, Unity, as is purity, is disrupted when infidelity and tormenting weakness prompts derelict and unfounded peace in contrast to principle and ethic. Mali’aheral have founded progress at the disposal of wrong ideals and weak minded individuals, building a coalition of principled pursuits, rejecting the destructive voices of impure dissent which the different factions of the realm had sown. Maheral Elesia Elervathar, the Eternal Dove, is the cornerstone in a castle that had fallen to ruin, vehement on the reconstruction of our home, a reunification of our people, which might take centuries. Opportunism held progress and health hostage, and not enough attention had been put into the eternal battle against those malignant forces. It was in this chaos that the Silver Council stagnated and annihilated itself from within. It was in this chaos that former Sohaer Braxus Ni’leya could be concluded guilty of conspiracy against the Maheral and slavery without evidence. It was in this chaos that we, the Mali’thill, lost our unity and our Blessed Silver State. And so, on this dreadful evening, we must weep to the death of our allies and the united Haelun’or which forfeited with her downfall. After centuries of chaos and war, all factions of the Blessed Bastion of Silver must find an equal objective, to return their attention yet again towards progress and health, to reign superior as the motherland has done for millennia. I ascended to the position of Maheral in a different time to our predecessors, a time when Haelun’or had fallen to corruption, stagnation and quotidian threats. Our efforts in the Silver State of Haelun’or have been to unite and reconstruct allegiance to the motherland. It isn’t enough. Mali’thill continue to return home, to find peace, progress and health. Let us unite. Our blacksmiths, butchers and fishermen. Our witches and warlocks. Our architects, librarians and guards. Our artists, scholars and alchemists. The Silver State cries out to thee, warriors of the motherland. Our home has been presented a dangerous obstacle, one it cannot defeat on its own. And overhead, the ancient walls of our Blessed State weep with me, as our Citadel finds itself lost. Has our home been tainted? Has it been for centuries? As our forefathers did in the unknown that came before, we now stand sentinel over Almaris. Our defeat is inevitable, from whatever source it bleeds. Not now, not soon but eventually, it might come. Haelun’or cannot wield — not as long as I am breathing. The Silver State of Haelun'or has been declared lost, in the vision of Larihei, henceforth recognising the Maheral as the most authoritative figure in the Blessed State. All offices of the Silver Council of the Silver State of Haelun'or are summoned, to defeat those conspiring against the Blessed State. The Blessed Child, Maheral Elesia Elervathar MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA

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{ Art by Yalun } On the Rebirth of Haelun'or An Announcement to the Silver State of Haelun’or As Issued from the Most Blessed, Maheral Elesia Elervathar 11th of The Deep Cold, Year 56 of the Second Age At the beginning of Haelun’or, our Citadel arose from dirt and debris — guided in the footsteps of our ancestors and most blessed bloodlines — to create our home, our refuge from the monsters of the realm, our blessed bastion of knowledge, progress and health. Our first Maheral, our Haelun, instilled in us the ideals of a perfect nation. Our second Maheral taught us the importance of intelligence. Our third Maheral guided us with unmatched wisdom, creating a settlement in which the meritorious arose. Maheral Uradir reminded us to upkeep our bastion, we must fight for it. I ascended to the position of Maheral in a different time to our predecessors, a time when Haelun’or had fallen to corruption, stagnation and quotidian threats — when consequence fractured our people into factions all over the realm. Our efforts in the Silver State of Haelun’or have been to unite and reconstruct a sense of allegiance to the motherland, an unwavering understanding of our culture and ancient traditions. Now, our diligent quest is to rebuild a harmonious state for the mali’aheral, an ambition to overcome the inherent issues of the past. Mali’thill continue to return home, to find peace, progress and health. Unity, as is purity, is disrupted when infidelity and tormenting weakness prompts derelict and unfounded peace in contrast to principle and ethic. Mali’aheral have found progress at the disposal of wrong ideals and weak-minded individuals, building a coalition of principled pursuits, rejecting the destructive voices of impure dissent which the different factions of the realm had sown. While the Maheral simply is, as Malaurir Lucion Sullas once said, the Maheral is more important than her mortal presence. Mali’thill are bound to preach progress and health. Maheral Elesia Elervathar, the Dove, is now the cornerstone in a castle that has fallen to ruin, vehement on the reconstruction of our home, a reunification of our people, which will take centuries. As rats in a fully stocked pantry, or bees amidst a field of blossoming flowers, this time of uncertainty and confusion allowed agents of chaos to enact revenge, planting their seeds of corruption amongst our innocent citizenry. It was in this chaos that we, the purest Mali’thill, lost our composure and our Blessed Silver State. At the time of Fi’halen, our kin often said lomian’onn, meaning from fragments, a proverb to return to in these troubled times. Malauriran, Heial’thilln, Heial’lauriran and the different bodies of the Silver State will continue to upkeep our motherland and protect our hearts, which beat in defiance to corruption — at any cost. And so, we must weep, to the death of our allies and the united Haelun’or which forfeited with her downfall. After centuries of chaos, all factions of the Blessed Bastion of Silver must find an equal objective, to return their attention towards progress and health, to reign superior as the motherland has done for millennia. “Rise - rise - rise… …maehr’sae hiylun’ehya will unleash our full potential.” The Blessed Child, Elesia Elervathar MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

"Claimant to Haelun'or— rightful heir, at that. No rightful leader should create their path amidst bodies. Haelun'or is ours indeed, to defend and uphold." The Blessed Child, Elesia Elervathar, confessed to the glass of red-wine at her side. A silent, overbearing and colossal presence settled beside her — the Maheral heard the Citadel groan and sigh, mumbling her profound heartache in time with her own quiet sobbing. And for the first time, she understood their cries. "At once, let me gather with them." Usamea An'asul had been summoned, granted the quest to deliver a message.

An Elervathar Contribution To the Silver State of Haelun’or 7th of The First Seed, Year 55 of the Second Age [ Art by Andreas Rocha ] “Another sun onto Haelun’or…” Elesia Elervathar had bound herself to old tradition, a tall glass of wine held at the tip of her fingers, swirling the crimson liquid around it anxiously. Her mind wandered between the table and the door behind her, unable to conceal each twitch or tremble. Alcohol couldn’t ease her thoughts, the chatter from the Citadel bringing her great discomfort. “We return to the Silver State.” Her retort eager, aimed to convince herself more than others. There was a moment of mute thought, as she attempted to regain the wisdom of her grandfather Iatrilemar Elervathar, the confidence of her mother Iaria and the fervor of her father Dimaethor Elervathar. A promised successor, alone. “ — And for centuries, the Elervathar talonnii have reigned superior as bastions of knowledge and progress for the Citadel and its children. On this morning, to commemorate the return of an incredible lineage, the Elervathar grant Haelun’or ancient relics from centuries past. We, children of Larihei, do not adhere to the lessers’ sword and shield...” Elesia had embarked on maddened ramblings, as though all the unanswered questions of the past within her mind ached — the Elervathar carried nostalgic demeanour as often as she carried her mother’s habitual arrogance, ocean-blue orbs squinted at the sunrise that beamed onto her with radiant warmth. “As the sun rises above the Silver State once again, it is clear to me that an impressive fate or destiny perpetually awaits us, and we have reached a turning point for progression and health within the walls of our Citadel. We are not meant to live idly, we are not meant to settle and to live in peace, at least in our current state.” Other dreaded recollections appear and fade, not for the first time. As she wandered the depths of her own meddled thoughts, she harboured hopeful ideals centuries-old. “Long have the children of Larihei become accustomed to fear, daring not venture past the conventional truth of our mortal realm. And now, we refuse to settle within hollow actions or unavailing projections of what is pure. We welcome a new era of progress, education and health.” Elesia granted the room a final digestive observation, soft countenance creased into a weak grin that tugged at the corners of her mouth. Another call, to the cat that followed her. “Come along. We’ve quite the trip.” “ — And so, the Elervathar return to Haelun’or with an incomparable donation of five-thousand minae, incalculable relics of forgotten times and knowledge from all continents and realms, tomes and parchments centuries old. Ay'Haelun'or.” MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA The Blessed Child, Elesia Elervathar

"Another sun onto Haelun'or..." The Elervathar bound herself to overwhelming nostalgic feeling, pleading beneath a hushed breath. Her demeanour had changed as the seasons did too, a hopeful mission twisted into tales of monsters and madness.

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{ Art by CaelGibran } THE ETERNAL WARDEN OF MAHAE An announcement to the Vale of Nevaehlen Written by Laedrad, of the Tresery 13th of Malin's Welcome, Year 49 of the Second Age “Horned King, I am not afraid...” He knelt to the ground, accompanied in the tales of monsters and goblins that riddled his thoughts for months. A silent, overbearing and colossal presence had settled alongside the Tresery, in his travels. He hadn’t felt the relentless damage of the sun for a while— but just as the climate changed, autumn approached and so did nature all around him. And overhead, the ancient branches wept with him. The Horned King heard them groan and sigh, mumbling their profound heartache in time with his own quiet sobbing. He understood their cries, for the first time. The Lion bound himself to the Vale then and he knew what awaited him. “Has our home been tainted? Has it been for centuries?” The Tresery announced to the few persons near him, unable to conceal the evident arrogance he had bound himself to. At that, he’d adorn a dulled expression. Laedrad shifted a singular index-finger to scratch at his exhausted features, dim circles appearing beneath his seclusion. “As our forebears did in the Unknown that came before, we now stand sentinel over Almaris. We await the next malignant forces that threaten our refuge. However, I cannot resist despair.” “The Lioness taught me to fight— to defend our home, our honour. Our defeat is inevitable, from whatever font it seeps. Not now, not soon but it will come.” His form rests nestled between two gnarled roots and is rendered small in its titanic shadow. Other dread recollections appear and fade, not for the first time. As he wandered the depths of his meddled thoughts, he harboured hopeful quests centuries-old. “Now, I am alone.” “ — And for centuries, a lineage that reigned superior from its origin has been in decline. As an infant, fleeing our home to Almaris, I sought a realm capable of protecting its own from the horrors of the world. Now, I understand we are its protectors and the fight is ours alone.” Laedrad had embarked on maddened rambling, as though all the unanswered questions of ancient things within his mind ached. Mahae formed a terrible crescendo which could now never be ignored, despite the warnings that he’d hear new things. He hadn’t been prepared for the suffering of the realm itself. “I am Laedrad. The Lion of the Vale. Eternal Warden of Mahae.” Hearing not a sound from the verdant forests in the aftermath of recent events both dire and traumatic, he hearkened back to better times of childhood and blissful ignorance, when life still blossomed in defiled Axios. The Lion had awaited this moment for centuries before him, to be a guardian. However, his expression darkened and a sigh escaped his lips. “ — Now, I am Chieftain of Tresery.” “ — I am Mahae. Our hearts beat in defiance to corruption.” After some time, Laedrad hid beneath the cool shade of a bestial mangrove tree, nestled into the coarse roots of nature. He carried nostalgic demeanour as often as he carried his spear, and longed for the mournful ghost to depart soon. He sighed, golden-orbs squinted at the sunset that beamed onto him with radiant warmth. He knew change was inbound and it’d begin with him.

We had our differences, during our separate tenures amidst the administration. Yet, I admired the method and motive behind each decision made for the betterment of our server. No hidden-motives, nor secret agenda. In the face of troublesome quests, we couldn't disagree on the singular, most important objective as the highest representatives of the community: to create and upkeep a safe environment. At that, I respect you for being true to yourself, your values and standing up for what you believe is correct. As a member of LotC, I commend you for conquering avenues others hadn't, despite their best efforts. You have set high expectations for the next Community Administrator & you'll be dearly missed. Warmest regards, Treshure.

"Let us gather." Laedrad had been preparing himself for this quest, his entire life. Not to celebrate the incoming changes of the seasons, but to eat until he couldn't. He undid the buckles of his waistband and planted both hands onto his stomach, a giant grin contorting the dim features of the Mali'ame.

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