SacredSource

The Okarir'nor pasted the missive on his refrigerator door.

Hey! It was great having you around Haelun'or for the last few weeks. Stay safe during the crisis and I hope it gets better soon :) . If you ever end up coming back we'll all be here for you.

THE BALLOT ((MC name: SacredSource )) Name: Zelios Vote for Okarir'san: ( xx ) Caledor Laraethryn ( ) Abstain

THE BALLOT ((MC name: SacredSource )) Name: Zelios Vote for Sohaer: ( xx ) Arelyn Iyathir ( ) Nuala Telperion

THE BALLOT ((MC name: SacredSource )) Name: Zelios Vote for Okarir'tir: ( ) Valorin Celia'thilln (xx) Ellisar Aevaris ( ) Olrin Hildinyr

Divkinael Zelios turns away from his comrades. A sniffle is forced out of the Divkinael. He coughs heavily before stammering out, “van’ayla lliran. You are dismissed.” He walks off to the workshop. His sabaton clangs against the floor loudly, each step exerting more force than the next. The elf angrily tears down a barrel containing his stash of alcohol. A modest supply lays before him, but his eyes are immediately diverted to one specific bottle. A bottle of Pruvian Port, Vintage 1767 lays clearly visible among the rest of the filth. His trembling hands take possession of the bottle, the only item that can possibly bring some relief in the situation. The elf quickly uncorks the bottle of his favorite vintage and takes a five second pull. The world around him seemed to slow down with grief overtaking him once more. Tears drip down his face as he drinks alone in the workshop. He recounts Celiasil’s courageous charge towards the Inferi camp. The fearless commander that was able to run through Mali’Flame unscathed to meet the enemy in battle. Rows upon rows of Inferi grunts fell to the elf’s flaming blade of purity. The ginger elf seemed unstoppable. In fact, the Okarir’tir is unstoppable. Only stopping his service on his own accord for his own reasons. The alcohol finally sinks into his system. His cries grow louder with each passing one. His tears continue streaming down his cheeks and drip onto his cloak of the Silver State. “Oh Larihei! We have lost you! Now we have lost your greatest servant!” A line echoes in Zelios’ mind. A line his comrades have repeated many times. He yells out, “LONG LIVE CELIASIL URADIR. MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA!” The wails of the Divkinael are added to the growing number of cries within the city. At that moment, Hektor returns to the workshop. A sack of mina awaits the human for his loyalty to the state.

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Divkinael Zelios stands in front of the Dio Astore apartment complex. He discusses the logistics of the armory when a Sillumiran dispatch is given to him from the compound. A frown emerges on the Divkinael's face upon seeing the courier, expecting the contents inside. He reluctantly unfurls the order, breaking the seal. His eyes widen upon seeing the title, "Yielding Command." His hands grip the copy of the missive harshly, as he continues to read through the contents. The Divkinael mutters to himself, "he... actually left us... A black day for all of Elcihi." Looking at Elpidius @Imperfectionist and Hektor @JK_Bizcuits, "comrades… come with me." He absent-minded walks up to the second floor of the building after muttering out the news to the two beside him. He knocks on doors four and five to alert his fellow comrades of the news. "Sillumir Kolvar @Eden DayDusk, Sillumir Glynfir @CrymsonBlade, Halerir Finnick @SkrtSkrt3231, Halerir Alto @JusticeKing." The elf stops for a moment, grief overtaking him. "Our Okarir'tir, Celiasil Uradir has resigned from his position. The elf who had fought the servants of Iblees, the first descendent who breached the walls of the Inferi camp..” He stops once more, finishing his announcement of the news, “he no longer holds all the woes of the city on his shoulders. We are now the ones responsible. Let us make sure his legacy is upheld. Training in two Elven days lliran.”

THE BALLOT ((MC name: SacredSource)) Name: Zelios Vote for Okarir'hiylun: ( XX ) Maeve Elibar'acal ( ) Aestenia Aevaris