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" - Anotha normaul vote. . ." Malfoy Proudfoot admitted to the few persons that surrounded him, unable to conceal the evident mischievous grin that began to contort his dim countenance. He returned to the forest that evening, and the audible cackling of the maddened Halfling echoed throughout the village, for some time. 

THE PROUDFOOT PROGRAM

"THE UNDEFEATED WARRIOR"

An announcement to the Village of Bramblebury

Written by Sir Malfoy Proudfoot II, The Patriot

9th of Malin's Welcome, Year 19 of the Second Age

[ Art by Flonum ]

TO THE VILLAGE OF BRAMBLEBURY,

I have been roaming the dangerous wilderness of Almaris for almost a decade, now. I have been in the most gruesome battles, against monsters thrice the size of a poor Halfling. I mighn't disclose of the details, most due to the fact that I regained consciousness with little remembrance of what had happened. Alas, I have returned to our beloved home, to claim what had been mine for so long. Malfoy Proudfoot, second of his generation, herewith challenges Anne Cottonwood for their position as Sheriff of the Village of Bramblebury, protector of the Halfling kin and warrior against the dark arts.

Let us rejoice in ancient tradition, where the Halfling populace could roam without care — each valiant stride upon naked feet, unheeded to the vile monstrosities of Valah, Mali and biggun alike. I beg thee, to make the most correct decision in times of trouble and choose Sir Malfoy Proudfoot II as the legitimate Sheriff of the Halfling population. 

SIR MALFOY PROUDFOOT II

AS YOUR RIGHTFUL SHERIFF

" - Oim hath retorned..." Malfoy Proudfoot cleared his throat violently, staring at his announcement in awe of his own feigned accomplishments, eventually hopping towards the forest in glee. He sang for a while, then shouted towards the Moon until he could no longer. A successful evening for the sleep-deprived Halfling.

Denied.

Denied.

" - Oim comin'..." Malfoy Proudfoot was not a creature of extravagant intelligence. Life was simple, to him. He didn't find comfort in the mundane activities, nor the high seats of council — rather, he preferred to lead a life of the present, without a care for maddened ramblings. He had returned, to claim what had been his, once. 

" - Wai' four meh." He departed into the vast, barren forests that awaited him. He continued for hours, both feet sinking into the dirt and debris beneath him alongside each hesitant stride. The Proudfoot patriarch had a destination in his sight, and naught could be obstacle for the determined man.

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"After all, it had been written." He bound himself north, until the gates of Amaethea came into view. There was no consolation, nor solace that could comfort the young elf — he roamed the empty roads of the citadel for a while, before venturing to his home. He recalled every detail of the realm as he remembered, albeit something differed — though he could not place it.

"Until we meet again..." At that, the acolyte adorned a dulled expression — then occupied by the delusions of his past, twisted and weaved into abysmal monsters. Laedrad shifted a singular finger to rub at his exhausted visage, dark circles vaguely visible in his seclusion. He exited the dim citadel, golden gaze squinted at the sun-light that beamed onto him.

A skeletal figure awakened from restless slumber, disheveled countenance bombarded and engulfed in the relentless force of his own thoughts. A silent, overbearing and colossal presence accompanied his travel. 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.

"Ahernal ito."

[ Greetings. After investigation, all mentions of Haense are disallowed from this point on, until further notice. ]

" - Oh. What am I to do now?" Laedrad found himself lost within a grand forest of vast landscapes — an array of delicate gradients casting large shadows of the ancient trees that surrounded his frail figure. An awkward silence had bound itself until now, until a small cardinal arrived and accompanied his travel.

Laedrad found himself roaming the forests of Almaris, unable to comprehend the prospect of war in his future.

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THE UNION OF

THE TRESERY AND THE AUREON

An announcement to the Citadel of Amaethea

Written by Laedrad, of the Tresery

 12th of Grand Harvest, Year 12 of the Second Age

[ Art by Ling Xiang ]

TO THE CITIZENRY OF AMAETHEA,

One who finds unwavering admiration and passion for another has received the greatest gift of all — the abundance of love and the creation of life. We are thrilled to announce the eternal union between Laedrad and Tanila, to be held within the Citadel of Amaethea within few night-falls. All citizens of Amaethea and surrounding vassal settlements are herewith invited to the grand event. When the sunlight perches against the dreadful cliffs of the realm, the Mali’ame will gather atop the highest cliff, to celebrate the wedding of these two souls and bodies. A marriage is a source of promise and a fountain of life, unto which their hearts are forever bound to.

OOC DATE & TIME:

SATURDAY, 27TH OF FEBRUARY @ 4PM EST

I. RITE OF WEDLOCK

At first, the rite of wedlock shall be performed near the Moonlit lake, at the first sight of sun-fall. It shall be held by the Raitheans of the Father Circle, beneath the guidance of the Aspects and Mani, binding the two souls forever. All descendants in attendance are invited and encouraged to participate in the rituals, regardless of their belief.

II. THE TRESERY-AUREON FEAST

Once the official rituals have been completed, esteemed guests are invited to head into the Citadel for a grand festival to celebrate the wedding. As night-fall threatens, food and drink will be provided to aid in the festivities, in honour of the bride and groom. At this time, attendees can choose to gather with newly-wed and grant them gifts, offerings and wishes of fortune and fertility.

[ Art by @crazyspacecats ]

INVITATIONS ARE SENT TO THE FOLLOWING INDIVIDUALS

All citizens and allies of Amaethea are invited, special invitations extended to:

THE CHIEFTAINESS, ANDRIA TRESERY AND THE TRESERY SEED @Delmodan

THE CHIEFTAINESS, LEILANI AUREON AND THE AUREON SEED @Criala

THE CHIEFTAINESS, MIVEN CAERME'ONN AND THE CAERME'ONN SEED @WestCarolina

THE CHIEFTAIN, EIR'THALL AND HIS PEDIGREE @๖ۣۣۜ҉𝔘nwillingly

THE HIGH PRINCE, FEANOR SYLVAERI AND THE HOUSE OF SYLVAERI @wan

THE LORD DIPLOMAT, OLÓNIR TELEMNAR AND THE HOUSE OF TELEMNAR @Gilded

THE LORD EXARCH, EVAR'TIR ORANOR AND HIS PEDIGREE @Bhased

THE LORD MARSHAL, AESILNOTH TUNDRAK AND HIS PEDIGREE @ABruhMoment

THE HEAD STEWARD, EVAR'LAE AMAYRIL AND HIS PEDIGREE @Commander_Jester

THE HIGH PRIESTESS, SONNA VULN'MIRUEL AND THE SEED OF VULN'MIRUEL @Junoix

THE EXARCH, CELIASIL AND HIS PEDIGREE @Kalehart

THE CHIEFTAINESS, AWAITI SIRAME AND THE SEED OF SIRAME @NomadGaia

THE TWILIGHT PRINCESS, TITANIA HAWKSONG AND THE HOUSE OF HAWKSONG @TwilightWolf

THE CHIEFTAINESS, ERETRIA ARVELLON AND THE SEED OF ARVELLON @Mewliet

THE CHIEFTAIN, LAETRANIS AP TAHROON AND THE SEED OF TAHORRAN @linzexu

THE CHIEFTAIN, AVIUS CSARATHAIRE AND THE SEED OF CSARATHAIRE @iMattyz

THE PRIESTESS,  ARA'NORA TERIN AND THE SEED OF TERIN @MrMineLoveDude

THE CHIEFTAIN, AIL'ERE SILMA AND THE HOUSE OF SILMA @Evonpire

THE HEDGEHOG DRUID, HAROLD AND THE POPULACE OF THE MOTHER CIRCLE @FloralHedgehog

THE HIGH PUMPLAR, JEANNETTE APPLEBOTTOM AND THE VILLAGE OF BRAMBLEBURY @Marisnow

THE CLAN FATHER, DAIN METALFIST AND HIS PEDIGREE @Endershadow292

Additionally, invitations are sent to...

THE EXALTED, LERIC TRESERY @Leric

THE WARDEN, KALIUS TRESERY @Sykogenic

THE PRINCESS OF ELVENESSE, IDRIL SYLVAERI @JJosey
THE ACOLYTE, ANESSÉN KA'UHANE @JosephVB

THE ESTEEMED, AVAELA @Gemini

THE ESTEEMED, RHAELANTHUR MERACHAE'ONN @Cypher_nicus

THE LIFE DRUID, MARUTHIR BASILTON KRISWYNN @PeachLova

THE KODIAK DRUID, ERRVAN CIN'DARER @Evonpire

THE AUTUMN DRUID, NIVNDIL @Luciloo

At the crack of solitude, there is no greater sentiment for two descendants, than to feel bound for life — to strengthen each other in all labor, to rest upon each other in all sorrow and to minister to each other in silent memories at the moment of the final parting.

It had been months. At each night-fall Laedrad returned home, the flock of chickens had become more overweight. The Tresery started to keep track of these odd antics, at some point — detailing the events in an old journal, stored at his bedside. Was it a crime of passion? Was it a generous hand too heavy? He might never find out... 

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