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“We will do a pyre” Ayliana nodded as she read the missive. “New mali’aheral enter the city in seek of Ivarielle’s light, I will ensure our traditions are still upheld.”

Ayliana Valwynn puts on her tin foil hat "THEY'RE IN THE WALLS" she screamed. "And that was my interpretation of the oppositions' side!" she beamed as her family played charades within their home. "Uh.. Ayliana.. you're not supposed to say words.." Her sister Iphys said, holding back a laugh. "Oh.. uh.." Ayliana slowly lowered her tin foil hat.

“I wonderful distraction this will be, away from all the chaos” Ayliana said with a bright smile as she saw she was invited. “I am so very proud of her” She then began to look for the perfect gift!

Ayliana shook her head slowly as she thought over the events. ”I did this because of the way your brother treated me due to me being a Maehr’tehral. I did this for the way I was casted out despite all the good I have done for Haelunor. I did this because the way my friends were casted out. I did this for my family’s legacy and for a better future of Haelunor. I love my state, I love my people. Clearly this man does not have best interest in heart if he has to lie and slander my name just to get support. My actions are true and just, his are soaked in lies and tears of his own failures. I am not a violent woman.. but I do hope they wont mistake that as weakness. This just proves they want nothing but power and control as they cant even be truthful to their own supporters.. How these people have truly fallen.. May Ivarielle show them the light.”

A Transfer of Power Issued by Sohaer Ayliana Valwynn [!] Doves carry a missive to all mali’aheral and leaders of their respective nations. Ayliana sat within the Citadel on her desk, fighting breaking out around her. “Mali’aheral of Almaris. We are currently fighting amongst ourselves. Never will it be a greater time for a true powerful leader to rise. It is with this missive I tell you this. I, Ayliana Valwynn, the current Sohaer of Haelun’or, peacefully transfer over my titles and claim of the state to Ivarielle. May Haelun’or grow and prosper under her. Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya Signed, Uthir Ivarielle Ibarellan Ayliana Valwynn

The Schemes of A Dove: Truth Revealed Issued by Sohaer Ayliana Valwynn “The Phoenix shines so bright that often times the Dove is overlooked” -anonymous Ayliana was never one to speak up, she often stayed in her own world and made sure not to overstep others. She kept to herself. The younger sister of the late Sohaer Nelgauth was what she was known for. Oftentimes she was in her family’s shadow, always trying to make them proud with her every step. People hardly ever paid attention to her. Ayliana was nothing like your average mali’thill. She was kind, compassionate, saw others as equal and never resorted to violence. After being on Dimaethor’s council and seeing his corruption, she fled the Silver State where she lived peacefully with the ‘ame. There she learned that the elves are not so different from each other. She discovered a lot from that time, she understood the value of friendship and the importance of standing up for what’s right. The timid dove slowly growing confidence by the day. She eventually returned to the state, knowing she was going to change the racist, supremacist, and elitist plague from within. People were going to pay attention to her. [!] Letters are pinned to each posterboard of the nations within Almaris: “People of Almaris. I, Sohaer Ayliana Valwynn, come with a confession to you all. I have been on Ivarielle’s side since day one. Allow me to explain for those of you who may be confused. When I first walked back into Haelun’or, what I saw was heartbreaking. I was constantly left out due to being a Maehr’tehral, our Sohaer, Braxus Ni’leya was the cause of the torment for he was so set on the past rather than the future. He was a corrupt and greedy man who saw us not as people but a way to feed his own ego. I had to renounce my own family name just to be able to live in peace, lying about my hatred for them. I love my family. It was around this time I heard of Fenn’s efforts and Ivarielle’s cause. I took a long journey to Fenn, where I met with the Prince and formed a friendship of mutual understanding and trust. To fix Haelun’or. I knew with Ivarielle’s help we could do this. Some of my family and I met with her shortly after, there she explained the reformations and changes she wanted. She did not want to change Haelun’or’s core, she wanted to change what corrupted it from the inside. We formulated a plan together. I was to join the council and rise to power. From there the path was clear, I was to gain the trust of the people, form a support group and eventually join the council. I was friendly to Idenril, the Okarir’mali at the time. I cozied up to her and became her Tilruir’mali. I ran events for the state, gained more trust. Braxus eventually grew ill and stepped down, and Idendril rose to power as Sohaer. I knew that this was my only chance I was going to have to grab a seat on the council. I made sure to gather more allies and support as I campaigned to become the next Okarir’mali. I won the elections. I was a bit lost now, not too sure how I was going to continue to rise to power. Then it happened. Fenn declared war. They had one goal in mind, to clear the path of Sohaer for me. The Sohaer, Idendril, and the Medi’ir, Braxus, were killed in the pillage after Haelun’or had forfeited the war. Now all that stood in my way was the Maheral who simply wasn't, Elesia. I gained her trust, and soon learned she was no different from the others. Haelun’or was stabbed and she gave us promises to heal it. Instead, she shoved her thumb into the wound. Haelun’or grew unsteady day after day as the Maheral seemed to be absent at all hours of light. I used this instability to my advantage. I spoke with my fellow council members, pushed for us to have elections and whispered into the ears of those I knew would easily be persuaded. During a meeting to elect the new council members, which the Maheral was absent from, I was voted into power to become the next Sohaer. I fooled them all. We are now in the present day, I am Sohaer, Ivarielle is on the council and soon will take my place as the head of the state. I do not expect you all to understand my choices, however I did this for Haelun’or, for her people. I leave you all with a few last words: I am Ayliana Valwynn, and I am not to be underestimated. Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya." Signed, Sohaer, Ayliana Valwynn

Sohaer Ayliana Valwynn beams brightly as Haelun’or and Oren are finally on friendly terms once again after years of strife!

“We will rebuild our walls and strengthen our defenses. Haelunor is eternal” The Sohaer said to her council as they sat around her, a determined look on Ayliana’s eyes as it seems that this is only the beginning of her hardships.

A Silver Lining Issued by Sohaer Ayliana Valwynn 11th of The Grand Harvest Year 68 “Sometimes we need to work in the shadows, and let success do the talking” -Sohaer Ayliana Valwynn [!] Missives tied to white doves are sent throughout the land of Almaris, for all who wish to read. It bore the Haelun’orian Sigil. “People of Almaris, specifically mali’aheral throughout the land. I am Ayliana Valwynn, Sohaer of Haelun’or, hear my words. Too long have we been in the dark, too long have we been isolated from the rest of the world. Today marks a new era of peace, a new era of Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya We have been under the tyranny of false leaders, of those who wish to not see us grow beyond ourselves and of those who wish to have nothing but complete control over our people for nothing but their own disgusting self gain. This ends today. The Silver State of Haelun’or welcomes Ivarielle into our walls, we welcome her people, we welcome her ideals. Those currently in Haelun’or who oppose Ivarielle are free to leave or stay. No harm will come to you should you act accordingly. I have seen many things in my life, I have seen my own family overtaken by dark magics and witnessed the death of those I have loved. Nothing can compare to the feeling I felt when first walking back in Haelun’or to see my beloved Silver State in shambles. I knew something needed to be done. Ivarielle came to me with her ideals, spoke to me as an equal, and accepted my differences. She has done the same for many others. I offer Ivarielle a seat on my Silver Council. -To those who wish to take my titles. I dare you.- -To those who try to cause me or my lliran harm. I dare you.- This is only the beginning. Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya. Signed, Sohaer Ayliana Valwynn

Ayliana smiled brightly as she saw the missive, an excited look in her eyes. "Finally.. the clinic will be resorted back to what it once was" The Sohaer said while enjoying her morning cup of tea.

A ferrymen fangirl sobs as she puts her bandana in her drawer for good..

Sohaer Ayliana Valwynn looked down at her signature on the parchment. A small smile forming as she knew this was just the start to something grand.

Ayliana Valwynn stood tall as she looked across the city from her balcony within her home, the Sohaer smiling as she knew change was to come. ”We ride to the different nations tomorrow.” She tells her Okarir’san @Havsbris_

Ayliana Valwynn, Okarir’mali of Haelunor, rubs her hands together as she is ready to host the debate event! ”Oh how I do love formal debates.” The women said as she read all three letters attached to one another over her morning tea.

Leilatha Devione prepares gifts for both the groom and her daughter! Her face beaming with pride. "May the stars guide her through this new journey in life."

Ball of Remembrance Issued by Okarir’mali Ayliana Valwynn 10th of the Sun’s Smile Year 65 ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♭ ♮ ♯ “There is no home for the mali’thill but the Motherland” -Previous Sohaer, Idendril Elassidil Last elven year, our beautiful city was attacked, our gates torn down and our people slaughtered by those who wish to do nothing but see us fail. We will not give them the satisfaction. They want us to give up, to hand over our home to them. We will not. Now is a time for unity, for us to come together as a people and celebrate those who have sacrificed so much for our people and city. -In remembrance of these brave mali’thill, I will be hosting a ball in their honor, we will show the world Haelun’or stands strong even in desperate times. There we will share stories of the past, feast and grow as a community in honor of our fallen. —--------------------------------------------------------------------- Dress code: -Each of the fallen had a specific color that represented who they were as a person. It is encouraged that those who wish to pay respect and remembrance to one of the specific ‘thill wear this said color. The colors go as follow: [*]Idendril Elassidil (Previous Sohaer): Red [*]Arthellias Elassidil (Previous Okarir’tir): Silver [*]Braxus Ni’leya (Previous Medi’ir): Black Resurrection of a statue: -It is during this event I will be revealing a statue that will honor these three mali and their service to this state. Tributes: -There will be paintings Idendril, Arthellias and Braxus hung on the walls, below will be small bowls where we will place letters, items, or simply give a couple of words to those who have worked so hard for us. Below are a list of accomplishments done by each of the remembered: Idendril Elassidil Arthellias Elassidil Braxus Ni'leya ((The ball will be on Saturday, the 5th of March at 4:30est within the Magelit tavern)) Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya Signed, Okarir'mali Ayliana Valwynn

Haelunorian Fashion Contest Issued by Okarir’mali Ayliana Valwynn 15th of The Grand Harvest Year 65 “Fashion is a language of its own, just one not spoken” -Ayliana Valwynn ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♭ ♮ ♯ What is fashion but the very thing that can differentiate one person from the next. Fashion has evolved throughout the years, for better and for worse. I am here today to encourage people from all over Almaris to present their best attempts at what Haelunorian fashion should be. The Fashion Show: -We will have two categories, men and women’s fashion. There are no restrictions to what this may entail or mean to you. Each model will walk down a runway and present an outfit they have made with their own hands, stopping at the end of the catwalk to give a short description of their outfit and why they chose such to represent Haelunorian culture. The Contest: -There will be three judges. Ayliana Valwynn, A’eollaja Valwynn and Irelia Ni’leya. Each of these women will be giving their own opinions on the outfits and will choose two winners. One male and one female. Each winner wins one hundred mina. Results: -The reason for this contest is to not only show all the creative minds Almaris has to offer, but it is so that the Okarir’mali Ayliana Valwynn may begin to establish what fashion within the Silver State of Haelun’or should look like. The winners of this contest will be used as heavy influences in what fashion of the future will look like. Below are some current fashions within Haelun’or to take inspirations from: High End Fashion: Modernized Fashion: Toga Fashion: Traditional Fashion: Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya Signed, Okarir'mali Ayliana Valwynn

Ayliana Valwynn, Okarir’mali of Haelunor, beams with pride yet again as she reads the well written missive! ”I know she mourns the loss of the previous Okarir’tir.. I do hope she will be able to live on his legacy.”

Ayliana, Okarir’mali of Haelunor, beams with pride as she reads her lari’onns nomination! “An intelligent mali, truly someone worth looking at.” She said out loud to herself.

Leilatha would be awoken by such scream, quickly rushing to her daughter’s room. She’d burst in, eyed wide as she glanced around. Though calmed down as she saw her daughter was safe. “Another bad dream, my little star?” She said softly, offering her eldest daughter a kind smile. Leila walked up to her bed and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead, moving to wrap her blankets back around her. “I’ll stay awake with you tonight.” The Warhawkian mother reassured. Though to Marzoss she seemed fine, within herself she felt nothing but absolute guilt. Leila blamed herself for what happened to her daughter, and she often stayed up at night because of it. Leila told Marzoss old tales of her youth within the Warhawkes until the sun rose that day.

Ayliana Valwynn would like to point out that they were not greeted by nothing. They were greeted by the courage of three ‘thill staring their enemies down infront of the gates before their beloved city was torn to shreds.

Ayliana Valwynn sat at the council table within the citadel, staring at the empty Okarir’tir’s seat with tears swelling in her eyes.