DrunkCapybaraa

Somewhere far away, where the beach meets forest, a former patriarch sat next to a grave, atop planted a small purple heart tree. He drank a beer (this individual brewed it himself!) out of a coconut; blissfully unknown to these events or the end of his daughter’s bloodline. Hopefully, his daughter, granddaughter and wife were together wherever was after the mortal coil.

A Taliame'onn chief in exile thought to the days when he first showed up to Elvendom, back to the times of the Wardens and his brother's words about the weakness of the Mali'ame - and how they must have strength to remain together. In his years, despite being young for an elf, he saw the words of this missive to be true-- whether he enjoyed it or not, "I do suppose pride always was my downfall..." he'd crumple up the missive and don his helmet, aiming to return to a realm of his past, "I just need to tie up one more loose end..."

i guess MC Name: DrunkcapybaraaPersona Name: EhrendilID: 64078

Ehrendil entered the room, excited to tell Leika about the developments of the day- hope shone through his eyes for a new beginning despite what was occurring in the world outside the walls. It was the first time in a very long time that Ehrendil had felt this way, and he opened the door only to find his wife asleep- he stepped forward to shake her... there was no response. He shook more harshly- becoming more frantic - "No.. no no no." he'd mutter, "Leika- Leika... please." he'd beg, he needed his wife to wake up. He couldn't do this without her. The hope in his eyes instantly evaporated, turning into pain. Tears began to fall and his shaking of her body ceased, he did not cry out for if he did it would surely be heard. He reached down to hold the hand of the woman he loved, kneeling beside her and allowing himself to weep. "I am sorry, Leika... I failed." he'd whine, "I love you. I love you." More time passed as he gathered himself, for eventually there was no more tears to weep. Leika was the strongest person he knew in his long time on the mortal plane, but she was gone and it was his turn now. There was no more running, his family would need him- surely it was what Leika would want- she wouldn't leave him if she didn't think he was ready to step forth without her. He decided that he would remember the good times instead of the bad, and honor her memory by not hating himself for his failures but instead attempting to continue his path to a better life. He would take care of their children and protect them like he always tried to shield her. "I will be their shield, Leika. I'm not going anywhere." He recalled when he proposed to her, under the tree called Leika Two - named by Leika when he was in his Druidic dedicancy and how they had to fight off spooks shortly thereafter. Or how they were married in the middle of a war under Leika Two by a mercenary named Raja before two of Ehrendil's friends. Or the many adventures they had together in the years between - those were good memories, far better than the pain they fought through together, but that to was a feat in itself. She was so strong, she never broke even when he did. He admired that. They broke every rule people placed on them together and even in loss, triumphed. That was the definition of a team. He would then move forth, going about notifying everyone who would need to know about her passing and went about making arrangements. She wanted to be buried under Leika Two- who was a sapling at the moment- so that would wait. Until then, he would be her Shield one last time- and guard her until her wishes could be fulfilled.

[A painting of a field of heather] For far too long the Wood Elves have been unaware of the growth that has been taking place outside the walls of Amaethea and The Vale- I, Ehrendil Taliame’onn, took it upon myself to take the name of Chieftain of the Taliame’onn after the disappearance of the previous chieftess, Melawen, my lari’onn, several years ago. Despite my exile from the Wood Elven nations at the time, I endeavored to restore the seed after Melawen left it in turmoil. When I started passing along parts of our culture— some of which had been believed to have perished with Briar Taliame'onn— to my children, who underwent the traditional trials, the seed slowly started to resurface. I rekindled old ties with my mal'onn, La'io Taliame'onn, by expressing my intention to assume the chiefdom's obligations also while spreading the seed outside my immediate family. Kholi’brii asks that we bring vibrancy to this world and I worked for decades to do just that and bring honor to my seed after my own failures in the past-- both to my seed and my people-- and the unfortunate happenings that the seed had endured since Briar’s passing. Since the scattering of my people, I've amassed ten members who are currently alive and strong, there were several more who have regrettably passed away since joining (Aspects guide them on their path to the Eternal Forest), and various others who have joined but are indisposed for a variety of reasons. I encourage all of the members to wander freely for, as the chief, I do not believe that the forest's children should be chained to one location. We are, after all, "of the trees." We have no allegiance to any nation and are subservient to no one other than the will of our Mani- we are to bring vibrancy to a world that is ever covered in darkness. Some may question my decision to rebuild the seed without a public proclamation- and to them, I understand your concern, why do I decide to announce this now? To what advantage do I have to proclaim this today? With my exile from Amaethea now lifted, and the seed strong and healthy as a mighty ironwood tree- I have decided to name the individual that I wish to succeed me, my eldest daughter -- Raell Taliame’onn, for I have laid the roots of a tree that may thrive under her leadership. She understands the customs of our people, and she possesses leadership qualities so great that she takes it upon herself to teach others what I have taught her of her own volition. She brings vibrancy to every room she walks in, and embodies what it means to be chief of this seed. To name her as my successor and to soon lead the seed that I have nurtured and loved for more than a century fills my heart with immense pride. I also write this message so that all Taliame’onn that I have been unable to contact since I took the mantle of Chief know that we have not been crushed under the weight of the splittings of our seed and our people. Furthermore, I welcome anyone, Wood Elf or otherwise, who chooses to join the Taliame'onn and aid in our creativity, so that we may continue to be a beacon of vibrancy in this world full of darkness. You may find me or one of my kin among Vikela or Amaethea. Chief of the Taliame’onn

The Shirtless King approves this message.

It's more like Canadian Arena football to American football.

ehrendil talking to a disembodied mechanical head from another dimension inside of a transient mushroom being that crossed across multiple dimensions and absorbs souls. wild. that same mushroom stole part of his brain... which he now has in a jar.

A certain Mali'ame acquisitioned this notice through a friend, a riddling of cuss-words emitted from him. Another mess to solve.

A missive would be posted around Almaris’ Taverns The Burrow Tavern Night Animal Costume Contest Edition Drunken Bokolo Tavern from Year 84 of the Second Age Festivities/Time Table Events of The Night: Drinking Games + Free Drinks Water Dunk the Royals Specials : Animal Costume Contest Come join us in Elysium’s Burrow for a special themed tavern night! The theme of the night will be dressing up as your favorite animal, and there will be a contest for a grand prize of two-hundred mina! In addition to our thematic contest we will have all drinks be free to all guests, drinking contests and a portion of the night where you can have the chance to dunk members of the Elysium royal family into a dunk tank. We hope to see you at our night of festivities. (( OOC: Location - The Burrow, Elysium - [X:-2546, Z: 53] @ July 23rd at 4 EST )) Signed, Royal Bartender of Elysium

second slot of the hotbar because my azhl dagger is #1 <3

"Mmmm. Pancakes." Said a certain glowing-eyed elf.

"If only they'd listened to me from the beginning, they made their bed as Orcs always will. Foolish. Short-sighted. And begged us for help in their darkest hour." he'd laugh in response to his wife.

Ehrendil looked at his wife, then Theo, then the missive, "Huh?"