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Evar'tir Oranor, High Prince of Elvendom checks his sundial, expecting a diplomat by that hour. He reads the global missivechain in the absence, brow raised.

A finely scrawled parchment note finds itself to Kortrevich in question! "Hail, friend of Malinor, I am Crumena, Sage of Kamees, and I seek a wife. Please respond with your application at your earliest convenience."

man my breakfast isn't secret but that ain't problematic (bowl of cinnamon toast crunch)

To Philip III. 19th of The Grand Harvest, 53 SA ~ To His Imperial Majesty, ~ The Crown of Elvendom congratulates you on your rightful ascent as Holy Orenian Emperor, and we look forward to mutually beneficial relations between our peoples. May your rule be long and fruitful. Uell ito Maruthiran, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Evar'tir Oranor, High Prince of Elvendom, Royarch of Free Elves, Prince of Caras Eldar, Praetor of Elves, Adjudicator of Malchediael

Elvendom, Reestablished 4th of The Amber Cold, 51 SA ~ Preamble ~ Following the pact between the Kingdom of Haenseti-Ruska, and The Crown of Elvendom (Colloquially known as ‘Elvenesse’), construction of Caras y Tennallar (City on the Sea) was impeded no further by Wilven bureaucrats; Elven architects worked ‘round the dial to ensure that the Free Elves had a home once more. ~ Caras y Tennallar ~ The Crown of Elvenesse, (henceforth the Crown of Elvendom), is the successor state to the Dominion of Malin, presided over by a Royarch, the High Prince. The Realm of Free Elves is host to many, with its new capital, Caras y Tennallar, established on the Arm of Malin, within the Hinterlands upon the ruins of Amaethea on the 4th of The Amber Cold, 51 SA. Uell ito Maruthiran, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Evar'tir Oranor, High Prince of Elvendom, Royarch of Free Elves, Prince of Caras Eldar, Praetor of Elves Adjudicator of Malchediael

Evar'tir prepares to publish the art of the deal, circa 51 SA.

speak for yourself; I am

High Prince Evar'tir Oranor regards the missive, an amused scoff escaping him as he gazed towards his razed, yet still independent city. "For being self professed scholars and theologians, they lack foresight to see the forest through the trees." The 'ker uttered in a mildly ironic statement as he drags his foot through ash which littered the Hinterlands.

High Prince Evar'tir Oranor reserves his right to an 'I-told-you-so', regarding the missive. "The plot thickens. I didn't even know they had a plot."

The Raze of Amaethea 15th of The Grand Harvest, 47 SA Azdromoth sieges Amaethea, captured from the northern shores, 47 SA ~ “Reckon it’ll be a red day.” - Taal ~ “The Wolf is hungry, the wolf is desperate to show that he can still eat meat, to the ones of his pack.” Evar’tir thought of these words uttered by the balded elder as the clatter of hooves to cobbles echoed out, the last minute sharpening of steel ringing within Amaethea. He was a soldier, such was far from foreign to him. Yet the premonition sat uneasy with the 'ker. Amaethea, the Capital of Elvenesse upon Almaris. Constructed by architects long since deserted, yet the city remained proud upon the Arm of Malin. Now, it was to be besieged, set upon by the Arch-Drakaar. An unwelcome occurrence, yet reality nonetheless. ~ “This battle will not be a battle, but a slaughter.” - The Wanderer ~ Hellfire and draconic monstrosities rained ‘pon a derelict shell of once what was. Smog arising as predictably as the sun in the morn’, Amaethea was razed by the forces not unprecedented upon Almaris. The Hinterland Front had fallen, though not without significant pushback from descendant-kind. Though their capital demolished, the Elvenessi remain resolute.

Tilruir'tir regards his copy with a satisfied grunt, before returning to making Crumena his nightly bowl of oatmeal.

Tilruir'tir of Joma regards the umpteenth sketch of a crow and a snake in his travels with the irritation one gets after getting the same youtube ad thrice in a row.

when im done nation leading, beavers will return.

Tilruir'tir of Joma raises a brow. "***** is speaking in moonrunes." He snorts, continuing on his day after coming to the conclusion that he was likely not the target audience of the cipher.

Evar'tir Oranor ponders 'pon the unease of the continent, deciding not to write it off as just a stress migraine.

Evar'tir Oranor observes the distant mountain with an elven spyglass atop his citadel. "Good for him."

Evar'tir Oranor adds another colour of bandana to his pet project quilt.

@HeeroYou can't hide you rat

The Treaty of Amaethea, 1834 Agreed on this 10th of Godfrey’s Triumph, 1834 | 10th of The First Seed, 39 SA By the Holy Orenian Empire and the Crown of Elvenesse. ARTICLE I - SOVEREIGNTY The Holy Orenian Empire and the Crown of Elvenesse (henceforth ‘the Signatories’) recognize each other’s Realms as independent lands ruled by their respective monarchs, and will make no attempt to subvert those authorities governing them. ARTICLE II - NON-AGGRESSION The Signatories will adhere to a pact of non-aggression, and will not incite conflict between them. Neither signatory will provide military or economic aid to powers hostile to the other. ARTICLE III - TRADE The Signatories may adhere to the following trade policies: - Signatories may receive a market stall free of rent in their respective capitals. - Signatories may trade specialty goods free of tariff. ARTICLE IV - PASSAGE The Signatories will allow free passage for civilians and refugees through their respective territories, under the law of both nations. ARTICLE V - DURATION This treaty will remain in effect for ten years. It may be renewed by mutual consent of both Signatories. In the case where either signatory is found by the other to be in violation of this treaty, all articles will remain in effect, while the signatories search for diplomatic resolutions. Signed, His Imperial Majesty, John VIII, by the grace of GOD Holy Orenian Emperor, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Defender of the Faith, Grand Duke of Ves, Duke of Adria, Novellen and Lorraine, Baron of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders, Orenian Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera. Uell ito Maruthiran, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Evar'tir Oranor, High Prince of Elvenesse, Prince of Caras Eldar, Praetor of Elves, Adjudicator of Malchediael

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