Kiiwi

Omg! What a sincere apology! Hey man, thanks for saving my child (Miko) from that burning building that one time! My grandma is also doing a lot better ever since you found a cure to cancer. Haha anyways, the president is on the phone he wants to award you a medal of honor for being just such a good guy!

Me, someone who joined in Vailor, coping

“Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya!” cried out the Okarir’mali of Haelunor. The ‘thill smiling brightly to the Maheral, one she herself has seen grow up ever since she was on her father’s council.

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Selvia de Orsella sat in a cold and dark room within a keep far away from civilization. The woman stared down at the letter in her hands, the letter telling her of Adeline’s death. She slowly crumbled the paper until her sharp nails pierced her skin, quickly healing. She stared at her hand, before the woman let out a loud and painful sob, she’d began to destroy her room, her pillows flying everywhere, her desk slamming into the wall. Suddenly the door flew open. “Selvia, what are vy doing?” She quickly looked to who was at the entrance of her room, light pouring into the woman’s room to reveal Selvia still looking the same as the first time her and Adeline met. Tears stained her cheeks as she stared at the man. “Nothing.” Was all she would respond before quickly brushing past him. She’d walk outside the keep and fall into the snow, her hands sinking into the coldness of it. Her soul was damned. Was it worth it if she outlived all the few people she ever actually loved? She slowly stood up, staring into the distance. At nothingness for miles and miles. The wind blew her dark hair around wildly. Selvia de Orsella was completely and utterly alone.

Somewhere within the deep forests of the land, Selvia de Orsella seemed to of been slowly becoming mad, blood staining her hands. The one thing keeping the woman somewhat human was the memory of little Vasileia running around during her time as Governess of Savoy. What a mischievous little girl she was.

Ayliana let out a loud excited scream as she sees she was casted as the lead role! Going to send invitations of the play to all her friends!

Ayliana walked through the gates of Haelunor as she had just returned after a long day of collecting herbs for the clinic. She had a satchel on her side with a pink heart embroidered on it, full of multiple medicinal plants. The ‘thill woman stopped in her tracks as she saw the aftermath of what seemed to be a battle. “What in Larihei’s name?..” She said softly, glancing around. She’d spot a parchment on the ground and picked it up, eyes widening as she saw what the contents were. “Oh thats just rude..” she mumbled, moving to secretly pin the drawing on her refrigerator. A heart drawn around the elfess who sat on the cannon.

Ayliana an Iarwain nodded in agreement with the missive. ”This is something that needed to be said, sexism is impure within our society. Those who practice such beliefs need to be presented to the Maheral immediately”

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Nomination for Okarir’mali Issued by Tilruir’mali Ayliana an Iarwain 3rd of Malin's Welcome Year 61 “Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya is more than just a saying, it is the very principle in which we stand for, live by, and devote ourselves to.” -Ayliana an Iarwain ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♭ ♮ ♯ Citizens of Haelun’or, many of you already know me. For those of you who do not, I am Ayliana an Iarwain. I am in charge of hosting events within Haelun’or first and foremost. Though I am a woman of the people and enjoy helping my community whenever I can. I am also a botanist within the clinic, a tavern keep, a performer and I help my close llir, Irelia Ni’leya, with bringing a most distinct fashion to Haelun’or. But I digress, I am here today to nominate myself for Okarir’mali. I believe I am best fit for this role, though my words mean nothing without proof, allow me to prove myself to you all through this missive. —--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -Previous Leadership: I have not only been Okarir’akaln under the previous Sohaer Dimathor Elervathar, but I have also been Okarir’mali under the Sohaer Othelu Orrar. I have twice now been nominated to help further Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya in Haelun’or and help our city and citizens achieve greatness. -First Hand Expirience: The Okarir’mali is incharge of the tavern as well as clinic, I have had experience in both. I was Head Physician before I became Okarir’mali under Othelu Orrar, history shows that the clinic was the most active it ever was in years under my leadership. -Events: Okarir’mali manages events along with their Tilruir’mali, I have hosted many events for the state. The Silver Belle Masquerade in which I hosted was one of the most successful events since the Othelu reign. Listed Below are some events I have done: -The establishment of the Maehr’tehral trade district: - I have devoted countless minutes, hours, days and years to this city. During Dimaethor Elervathar’s reign, trade was non-existent within Haelun’or, the city was full of life though I wished for my fellow Mali’thill to be able to experience other cultures. It was through this I established the Maehr’tehral trade district. Every stall was full, with people fighting to be able to sell their wares within our city. I successfully brought trade, wealth, and people to the Silver State with this project. —--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So, my fellow mali’thill, I ask you vote for me, Ayliana an Iarwain, so I may once again help the state flourish. Not for myself, but for Haelun’or and her people. Maehr’sae Hiylun’eyha signed, Tilruir’mali Ayliana an Iarwain

BARK BARK YIP YIP YIP WOOF AWOOOOOGA

Selvia de Orsella slowly sips wine from the secret location of which she stayed. The woman still looking to be ever so youthful despite those around her growing old. She looked up from where she sat, and glanced to the woman who laid in her bed fast asleep. She let out a small yawn before standing up and going on a night stroll. She hated the sun.

Ayliana sat within her home by the fireplace, singing gently as she pet her fluffy white cat. Suddenly, one of her lliran burst through the door! Ayliana fell off the couch, clearly startled. She poked her head back up and looked at who it was- her bestest lliran Irelia Ni’leya. @XoxoMinnieXoxo “My father has resigned, Idendril is to be Sohaer now.” She said out of breath Ayliana’s eyes widened, she quickly scrambled to gather her future event planning papers, there was much work to be done!

Ayliana hears of this missive and shows her two closest friends, April and Irelia. “It seems we are not the only ones they attack on random. I still cannot believe Miven just watched and then proceeded to blame us when all we did was stand there.”

Haelun’or’s 10th elven year anniversary festival Issued by Tilruir’mali Ayliana 18th of Malin’s Welcome Year 59, S.A For centuries, our people have called Haelun’or our home. Although it has had many different names, leaders, and structures, it has always remained just that, our home. I ask that Mali’thill young and old come to Haelunor to celebrate with us as we look back in our past at all we have accomplished together, and reminisce at the times now long gone to some of us. We ask that you come in your best dressed! Preferably in blue. Timetable -A walk in the past: We will all come together in front of the Magelight tavern where games and tables have been set up. Pet the giraffes, eat birthday cake, and talk amongst your friends! It is rumored that important figures of Haelun’or’s past will be attending! This will be the time to meet them, perhaps ask any questions that have been on your mind. -Snail racing: An old but loved pastime game once played by mali’thill long ago. This game, invented by Ikur Sullas, is a friendly race of snails! Instructions on how to play the game here. There will be two rounds of this game, one at the start and towards the end of the festival. Winners get a 50 mina cash prize. -Deathroll: Eight players at a time max, this old Sillumir game involves rolling dice until eventually everyone hits “1” the last person to roll a “1” wins! There will be two rounds of this game, one at the start and towards the end of the festival. Winners get a 50 mina cash prize. -A tournament of strength: The last event of the day will be a test of power! We have fought many wars, our people are strong- however the real question is: Who amongst us is the strongest? This will be a fist fight, there will be one large round in which the winner gets 100 mina. We Cant Wait to Celebrate with you Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya Signed, Tilruir’mali Ayliana

These are very balanced additions and they seem to open the magic up more to utilize spells you don't see as much. Great read, wonderful as always

Ayliana sat next to Ikur Sullas after the debate, listening to his crazed rambles about snails and tea, her fingers nervously playing with the fabrics of her dress as she thought of the events that occurred today. She began to think of her friends who werent in Haelunor, those who backed Ivarielle, hoping they will someday see the truth.

The Silver Belle Masquerade ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♭ ♮ ♯ --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [!] Invitations are sent to every home within Haelun’or, the penmanship neatly written with silver ink, each perfectly sealed with wax. “Citizens of the silver state, it is my pleasure to announce that the first event I shall hold as tilruir’mali is a masquerade! The event will be held to encourage those within the state to mingle and hopefully fall into courtship with one another. The masquerade will commence once a speech is given by myself and the Tilruir’leyun, Iyathir’avere Sullas. I hope to see you all! Signed, Tilruir’mali, Ayliana an Iarwain” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The giving and receiving of flowers Single ‘thill will each be given one blue flower, they are to give the flower to someone they wish to court while the masquerade is ongoing. More than one flower can be given to one person, so make haste if you have your eyes on a special someone! The dress code for the masquerade is simple and is as follows: Blue: To be worn by ‘thill who are single, those wishing to find courtship with another. White: To be worn by ‘thill who are married or already in a courtship. Mask: It is a masquerade! Make sure to don your finest masks for this event. Identities may be kept hidden for the duration of the ball if someone wishes. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- While the event is being held, a ‘thill in secret will be walking around and observing those who mingle, an elven hour into the ball said ‘thill will reveal themselves and announce the following: Most eligible bachelor and bachelorette of the Silver State These two individuals will not only uphold the standards of a ‘thill, but the grace of one as well. Once these two are revealed, those who are chosen will be invited up onto the stage and encouraged to say a few words about themselves. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Entertainment While the masquerade is commencing, the most talented musicians of the state will band together to play harmonious and elegant tunes all night for the attendees to enjoy. A debut performance Rumors have spread through Haelun’or that a new star is on the rise! In her climb to fame, Ayliana an Iarwain will have her first ever live performance at the start of the ball accompanied by her entourage of female musicans and dancers. (More musicians, dancers, singers, and other talents are needed! Contact Ayliana if you are interested)

Althea Basrid slowly lowers the letter from her eyes. “Whats a.. harlot?..” She asked out loud

A certain Warhawkian woman hears of the missive and makes her way towards Fenn, her war axe by her side.