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A letter for my kin, the Mali’fenn. 13th of Snow’s Maiden, Year 4 of the Second Age. “I am writing this letter to those who share my blood. To those who regard themselves as Mali’fenn. If this reaches you, then know that I rejoice in the fact my kin are not extinct. I have spoken face to face with some of you, but to my understanding I have not exchanged words with all of you. Furthermore, I have likely not formally met those remnants. To introduce myself to you, I am Aesilnoth Tundrak. Formerly the Commander and later Grand Marshal of the Ivae’fenn, High Justiciar of Tahu’lareh, and protector of Hesin’fin. Since my birth in the Citadel of Acael, I had long served our blessed Princedom under the rule of my greatest friend, Aelthir Tundrak II. And later under my nephew, one whom I had helped raise, Aelthos Tundrak III. Never had I believed to find myself anywhere, but Fenn. However, a great many events occurred just after the construction of Tahu’lareh. My own Haelun’s sister, Sulien Annungilben, was gravely wounded patrolling the northern roads. I carried what remained of her to our clinic, where she subsequently died in my arms. Her remains were encased in ice and sat in the crypt as all honorable Fenn would be. Very quickly however, her death was overshadowed by the passing of Aelthir Tundrak II the Grand Prince. Who unfortunately passed after the conclusion to the War of Two Emperors. To this day his death weighs heavy on my mind. I only wish those of you who hadn’t, could have met him. His remains had not been recovered, for had they been, I would have seen to it that they were placed next to his late wife and the former Grand Princess Arahaelth Aureon. The Sparrow Druid. During my nephew Aelthos’ reign, I ascended to the title of Grand Marshal of the Ivae’fenn. A position in which I claimed several victories for our blessed Princedom. It was during this time that I was severely undermined by the Grand Chancellor of the time. A severe blow to my pride as the Lord Commander, despite my victories I had not garnered their faith. Soon after we rid the plaguelands of Llyria from the grasp of the dark and demented. Yet, my nephew Aelthos forced me to relinquish the title of Grand Marshal until further notice. Even then, I complied and returned to my post as Valkyr. A heated argument between Aelthos and I ended with my resignation from the Valkyrim. I then left the Princedom as my faith in Aelthos diminished. Soon after a truly dark period for Fenn ensued. The Ascension of Aldred Tundrak “The Unworthy” was one of uncertainty. For how long Aelthir had led, it was strange to have another change to the crown so soon. And unfortunately this change was for the worst. After my exodus from the Princedom, I returned sometime later to ease my homesickness. Only to find that dark mages were being allowed entry. A horrendous sight, one I sought to end. Knowing in my heart that true Mali’fenn would see this as a great error on Aldred’s behalf, but my intuition had failed me that day. Aldred ordered the Ivae’fenn and threatened the neighboring ally Irrinor to arrest me under attempted regicide. A crime of which I was innocent. I was thrown into a cell after being beaten and left to await for my trial. Or so I had thought. Aldred had forgone all the laws of our nation. Laws of which I helped write as the High Justiciar. My very rights and honor were stripped by my nephew, who sentenced me to severe punishment. The Grand Marshal Aroiia Drakon entered into my cell alongside a Valkyr. Both of which were former subordinates of mine. They then proceeded to beat me further, an unarmed prisoner in chains. I screamed at the top of my lungs for them to stop. Grasping at any sliver of hope that they would see the error in their ways, but they refused. It was then that a warhammer was equipped and used in an attempt to cripple me for life. After my limbs sustained heavy damages, I was then left in a cell to die. No final words and no goodbyes. The world around me began to fade. Slipping in and out of consciousness from the pain I felt. Had my daughter Rhaella Tathvir not found me in that cell, I would be dead. She smuggled me out of the city and brought me to the Prince Feanor of Aegrothond, our Princedoms once great ally and closest friends. It was there that Feanor saved my life. And it was then, that I found a home within Elvenesse. My days slowly dragged on as I rehabilitated my body. Only a mere blink of an eye for our lifespans. I could finally breathe again, but my mind still swirled at the thought of what had occurred over the previous decades. That was when I was yet again insulted by my motherland. A proclamation from my nephew Akkar Tundrak, deeming that my name should be stripped and I not recognized as ‘Fenn because I did not live within the walls of Tahu’lareh. The anger I felt at that moment was indescribable. Needless to say, I did not take this slight easily and in the end my name remained. Once again, I continued to live my life. Aelthos Tundrak III would return later on to reclaim the throne. Akkar’s rule was soiled by that of a false Vigilant. Prophetic ramblings of Wyrvun and “his six.”, a poison that would soon lead to our blessed Princedoms' destruction. For all true Mali’fenn, it is known that we are bound in the Wyrvunic contract. The Aengul Wyrvun, Lord of the deep cold is our savior and deity. Our very existence is owed to him, as he saved our ancestors from madness. And thus you see that there is no room for “Six.” there is only “One.”. To dedicate time to worship of anything other than Wyrvun is an insult, one that had come to fruition during the waning years of the Princedom. Soon Aelthos would return and reclaim the throne from his son. And for the first time, I had made my peace with my nephew. Merely a few years later, he would pay me a visit. Offered me the Crowns of both Grand Prince and Princess, before he set off into the world. And to my knowledge, no one has heard or seen of him since. Should he have passed on into Wyrvun’s eternal hall of Aira’fin, then may he Rest in Peace. And thus began the crumble of our Princedom. As the war against the Inferi raged, on a particularly somber day, two great flashes appeared. The first, a dragon of the Druidic grove descended into the mortal plane once more. And the second, was the sudden and unexpected cataclysm of Tahu’lareh and the lone mountain. One, that after speaking with Velatha Sylric at length, I have learned destroyed our history, our culture, and our memories. The remains of the first Snow Elves. My aunt Sulien, many ‘fenn I would have died for. Gone in an instant, never to be recovered. Our written history and records turned into ash. Thus I offer this lesson in history to you all. And it is for you ‘fenn and you alone to decide your thoughts on it. For freedom of thought has always been a facet of our race, to never be squandered or censored. And it is this freedom, which always allows the truth to come to light. Believe in your hearts and you shall never stray from a noble path. Have faith, my kin. Faith in yourselves and faith in Wyrvun our savior. And always remember this. Wyrvun’s mortal realm, Hesin’fin, is not always a frigid wasteland. Many make the mistake believing that Wyrvun’s domain is always a physical place. But it is not. For his domain resides wherever the hearts of Mali’fenn reside. Whether we be a flotilla among an open sea, or within the deep roads under a mountain, Hesin’fin is us. I understand there are those among you who have cast out the name Tundrak. For it is your belief that they abandoned you. This sentiment is one that I understand. So, on behalf of my bloodline: I apologize for my nephew Aldred’s madness, I apologize for my nephew Akkar’s idleness, and I apologize for my nephew Aelthos’ rule in absentia. And I offer my own sincere apology, for not being present when perhaps I was needed the most. I invite any and all of you to an open correspondence with myself, for I would like to exchange words with you. Even take a step further if you wish, pay me a visit within the lands of Elvenesse as Velatha Sylric has. Meet with me face to face, one ‘fenn to another. I look forward to hearing from my kin.” Signed with regards, Aesilnoth Tundrak.

The Sentinels of Elvenesse. In it’s reformation the elves of Almenor and the woodland realm join forces. Their purpose, to maintain a level of peace and prosperity for the homeland of Elvenesse. As the two cultures joined into one city, so too did the elven warriors of each land. A new golden age, men and women of Elvenesse prepared to maintain peace and justice by any means necessary. These Sentinels of the elven realm duly sworn by oath, to maintain tranquility in this new age. An oath crafted in brotherhood against the invading Inferi, to be sworn before the oathtaker’s god or gods of choice. “In solidarity I do swear to defend the innocent. By my honor I will defend the realm of Elvenesse. By virtuous right, I will protect all of Malin’s descendants. With vigilance, I will repel those who stand against us. And with unity, I will stand with my brothers and sisters in arms.” Upon these spoken words, the fledgling is considered a Sentinel. Sealing their bond to the Realm of Elvenesse and the Crown of Storms in perpetuity. These vows are meant to be taken for life. The only way they could be rescinded is in death, or by word of the High Prince. The Sentinels are divided into three separate sects. The Sect of Guidance: Chief Commandant: A title belonging to the High Prince himself. Without need of introduction, the High Prince reigns as the highest authority in the Realm of Elvenesse. And thus garners the highest authority over the Sentinels. In full control and ability to make arbitrary decisions unilaterally. Commander: Given to the worthiest of elven warriors. This position boasts the highest authority amongst the Sentinels, second only to the High Prince. A position granted only by the High Prince himself. Given to the most worthy amongst the Sentinels. This position is in full command of the Sentinels infantry as well as aquatic units. The only military action a Commander may not decide on their own is in declaration of war or annexation of lands. Which will require the approval of the High Prince. The High Prince may at any time after deliberation with their council, remove a current and select a successor for the Commander’s title. So long as a removal is warranted under the Codex of Laws under the Realm of Elvenesse. Lord Commander of the Maehr’evar: As the name refers, a position given to the Maehr’evar’s Lord Commander only during times of active and open conflict. While the Maehr’evar order maintains it’s solidarity in peacetime, during official and open conflict the Lord Commander will hold a level of command over the Sentinels. While the Lord Commander’s orders are to be carried out, they should never directly or indirectly conflict with the orders of higher ranked officials. The Sect of Vigilance: Warden: The official officer rank within the Sentinels. Only given to a maximum of two individuals at one time. Serving as a mid level officer rank, this dual office is handed to only the two most capable of the Sentinels. The rank is offered as an opt-in position, meaning a Sentinel can choose to refuse the promotion. The two positions are filled after deliberation amongst the Sect of Guidance. However, a Warden can be removed by any one of the Sect of Guidance. Afterwhich, the position may only be filled by aforementioned means. The Wardens of the Sentinels are meant to be the most competent. Meaning they should never falter or hesitate in the heat of combat. Able to lead smaller parties of troops should they be separated from the main force. A Warden also holds the ability to command a full garrison of troops, should one be installed. Zealot: Comprising of the most elite Sentinels. Promoted by a Warden after displaying acts of valor or courage in battle. Zealots are select Sentinels that prove to be outstanding in battle. While not officially the rank of an officer, they do still hold more weight than that, of an average Sentinel. The promotion to Zealot gains those the ability to lead small fireteams of four to five Sentinels. However, only after approval from a Warden or above. Should a Zealot find themselves the highest ranked Sentinel among a group larger than four to five, their standing orders are to return that group to the Realm of Elvenesse. While there is no limit on a maximum number of Zealots, it is not a rank meant to be oversaturated. The Sect of Honor: Sentinel: The main body of enlisted military personnel, for the Realm of Elvenesse. A large and overwhelming force, able to mobilize at a moment’s notice. This rank belongs to the vast majority of enlisted elves within the Sentinels. Attained after a Recruit recites their vows before their deity of choice. A symbolic ceremony to show their devotion and resolve. As such, any elf who wishes to call themself a Sentinel of Elvenesse must prove not only to those around them, but to themselves. For a Sentinel should look even upon impossible odds, with a smile on their face and steadfastness in their hearts. Recruits: The rank issued upon conscription into the Sentinels of Elvenesse. An initial training phase of the Sentinels, officers will evaluate the competence of each Recruit in a variety of combat scenarios. Once an Elf is conscripted into the Sentinels, they shall begin as a Recruit. During this time, their ability and decision making skills will be evaluated by a higher ranking official. Recruits are promoted or evaluated at varying times from one another. A Recruit could find themselves promoted and reciting their vows mere days after enlistment, all the way to years down the line. There are no prerequisites to become a Recruit. However, in order to be promoted to the rank of Sentinel, a Recruit must show a certain level of competence and confidence in varying combat environments. Once an officer can verify and “vouch” for a Recruit, they may be given the opportunity to recite their vows.

The Elvenesse aligned Snow Elf, remembers the miracle shot he hit during the initial strike on the eastern coast.