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From Sea to Snow Each morning the sun rose, rays of golden light beam through the windows of the Sylvaeri manor built on the cliffside, overlooking the open sea and the ships docked below. A young elven woman lay sleeping in her bed, the rays of sunshine highlighting her golden locks as she slept peacefully. Soon she began to stir, stretching her limbs out with a sleepy yawn before her silver eyes slowly opened, glancing around her room with a tired gaze. She’d lay there for quite some time, taking a long while to memorize each crack in the stone wall, every shadow the morning sun casted through her window - as if it would be the last she saw of it. With a heavy sigh, the Almenodrim girl rolled herself over to the edge of her bed, her legs sliding off to idly dangle there as she’d cast a sad gaze around the room once more, tears slowly gathering at the corners of her silver orbs. Sliding herself from her bed, she reaches for the robe that hangs beside her nightstand, draping it over her shoulders before she’d step over to the window. Squinting some, she’d peer through the glass to watch the morning sun slowly rise over the horizon, casting golden rays over the clear blue water surrounding the docks of Elvenesse. The young Almenodrim stood there for a while, soon finding herself lost in thought. The foundation this manor was built on, the walls surrounding the bed she slept in, the windows that allowed the sun to wake her in the morning. This was where she grew up. This was her home. These very walls held the laughter of not only her, but her twin brother and their younger sister. This was where they played, where they learned, where they grew. This very house and the very city it was built within was the only home she knew for her entire life. She knew nothing more, and never imagined things would change. Spinning around, she’d gather a few wooden crates and sacks in a single corner of her room. There she would begin emptying the drawers of her nightstand, folding her clothes neatly and stacking them in the crates until they were full. Her bookshelves were next. With teary eyes, her gaze scanned over the front covers of the books she read as a child, her mind once more wandering back to when she was little. The young woman she grew to be was the same person as the little girl who would sneak into her mother’s room to borrow her jewelry and try on her dresses, despite them being too big. When her parents were away, she’d sneak into their room and crawl into their bed, laying between where they would both sleep. When she felt sad or scared, this is where she would come to hide. To find comfort when she needed it most. Shaking her head, she’d eventually finish packing her room. Her entire life now packed and stored away in little boxes, leaving her room empty and lonely. Slowly, she’d make her way around the entirety of the manor, stepping into each room for the last time before she’d make her way back to her own. There she would dress herself and brush through her hair, preparing for the long journey to the snowy Northern lands. Slowly her hesitant steps carried her through the home she knew for so many years, memories flooding her mind as she peered into each room until she reached the front door. A single tear managed to escape the young girl’s eyes, slowly rolling down her pale cheek as she turned to glance around the main entrance of the home - which was for the most part… empty. The place she grew up, where she made every memory she holds dear, her home… now empty. Finally she would turn towards the door to the manor, reaching for the handle before she’d turn it slowly, taking a single step outside. The morning breeze idly brushed through her golden locks, the rising sun causing the Almenodrim’s silver gaze to sparkle as she’d glance up towards the blue skies. Her steps carried her further from the exit of the home before she froze in place, suddenly feeling stuck and second guessing everything. This new place… so many new people… I’ll get lost… they won’t like me. Elanor will only poke fun at me for not having any friends again. Suddenly a wave of panic washed over the young Sylvaeri, the color draining from her face as she turned to face her home. A slow stream of tears slowly started down her pale cheeks as she gazed up at the structure that towered over her. Harshly, she bit down on her lip in an attempt to control her emotions. You must stay strong. Your family will be there. You’ll make friends. Do not be afraid. The young girl murmured to herself, her boots felt as if they were filled by lead as she made her way towards the cliffside. There she sat for a while, watching the sun rise to loom over the sleepy woodlands. The birds sang their morning songs as the waves below crashed against the bottom of the stoney cliffs. Her gaze then fell to the Lunarite ring that adorned her finger, the star-steel producing a soft, silvery glow in the natural light, reminiscent of starlight - one of a pair. The Almenodrim Rings of the Fairborne Twins, they were called. Heavy footsteps slowly meandered up the path behind the girl, the tips of her ears twitching lightly before she’d turn to glance over her shoulder. Her gaze was met with a taller Almenodrim male, one with golden locks and a silver gaze the same as her own. Annatar. “Are you ready, Vis?” The twin called out, offering his hand down to his sister. The shorter sea elf nodded, taking her brother’s hand as she stood, his finger adorned with the ring to match her own. "Ti, I'm ready." She nodded hesitantly, glancing over the outside of their home once more. She’d then step over, reaching for the spear she often carried with her, despite not knowing how to properly use it. The ironwood spear itself towered over her, intricate carvings of trees etched on each side of the spearhead, inlaid with dark green ink to make them stand out. The Forest Champion’s Spear is the name it was given. Eventually her gaze slowly tore away from her home and shifted over towards her twin with a saddened gaze. The protective brother pulled her closer with a single arm while the other held onto his trident, offering her comfort until eventually they started down the path. The start of their journey to the frozen lands. ________________________________________________________________________________________________ The duo made their way from Elvenesse, the shorter elf glancing around the towering green trees and the citizens they passed on their way out of the city. Annatar kept his sister close to his side, making sure to keep her safe along the way. Time would pass as they made their way through the Hinterlands around Amathea, sadness slowly washing over the girl’s form as her curious gaze observed her surroundings. She was never allowed to travel much so she felt excitement, despite it being heavily outweighed by the sadness she felt to be leaving home. The closer they got to the frozen Northern territory the air slowly grew colder, the wind was harsh compared to home. A shiver was sent down the twins’ spines as they continued on, the snow crunching softly beneath their boots. Her gaze scanned over the new terrain, taking in every new aspect of the lands that were soon to be called home. The trees there were bare, mostly frozen branches blanketed in snow, icicles hanging from below. The sun seemed brighter there, perhaps the light reflecting from the glistening snow covering almost everything surrounding the path. “Stay close, Vis. We’re almost there.” Annatar once more mumbled to his sister, making sure to keep a close eye on her as they made their way through the snowy biome. Visenya’s mind flooded with the promises her father made to her for when they moved. He promised to teach her how to skate on solid ice, to fish in frozen lakes, the simple things they could enjoy as a family. A breath of warm air escaped through her lips, creating a small cloud in the cold air in front of her face. Closer and closer they grew to the lands of the Fennic Elves, the snow covered path bringing them to the outside of the city. There, they stopped. Staring up at the stone walls built around the frozen city, a small exhale came from both of the tired Almenodrim twins as they tread through the gatehouse and up the path, sticking together in the unfamiliar city. This would be the foundation of the new memories the young elf would create. This would be where she made new friends and learned new things. This would be her new home. This is Ikur’fiyem.

Name: Asena Belechirr Race: Mali'Fenn Age: 50ish Gender: Female [[OOC]] Username: Mewliet/okidokiboomer Discord: Mewliet#6297 Timezone: CST (The superior time zone)

❅Festival of New Beginnings❅ [!] Invitations are sent all across the continent of Almaris, delivered by snowy owls and chubby little otters. After many decades of hardship and trying times, the Fennic folk gathered their kin and made off in search of a new home. They succeeded in making a home out within the walls of Ikur'fiyem - also known as the Fennic Remnants. To celebrate the future of the Fennic people, a three day long festival will be held with multiple events and prizes to be won. Tournament Two people will step into the pits and fight with nothing but their fists until only one is standing. The tournament will continue until one person is declared the winner. A mina prize will be given to the winner. Prize: 200 mina Wyrvun's Hunt Tokens will be hidden throughout the snowy Princedom, allowing festival goers to explore the city while competing for the prize. Whoever collects the most tokens within the given time period will win a custom outfit designed by Lady Archon Valerica Tathvir. Prize: One custom outfit by Lady Archon, Valerica Tathvir (Casual attire only) Archery Contest Each contestant will stand a certain distance away from the targets and will be given a chance to hit different dummies. The archer with the most points at the end will be declared the winner. Prize: 150 mina Drinks will be available at the tavern throughout the festival, and casual drinking contests for those who merely wish to participate! No prizes will be given for this, it will merely be for fun. Stalls will be set up during the festival as well, selling all sorts of goods! If you wish to open a stall, contact a steward.

I have a lot… I have… maybe over 300 pieces. I lost count

Is this a secret intervention? Is that why you’re publicly exposing me?

I've been hanging out with the elves! And uh... totally learning how to make falafels >.> I have a few, but lately it's been pastel/baby pink! And also the color of your eyes or whatever You gotta fight Josey That's not even a question. Clearly Visenya. I don't really have a favorite type of music/rapper. I listen to just about anything as long as it's got a good vibe! Thoughts on you? You're aight I guess... you've been a friend of mine for just about as long as I've been on the server. You've helped me out a lot. At the moment, I don't have a current favorite netflix show, but I've binged Gilmore Girls about 10 times already. I've been a member of the wood elven/elven community for just about my entire existence on the server. I've dabbled in human rp but nothing majorly different such as an orc or dwarf. I have thought about it, but social anxiety and interacting with new people prevents me from doing it. I get nervous :^) SEESTER!

I don't watch football, but I'm assuming because the other team was just simply better

In honor of the 10 year anniversary, and because I've been putting it off for so long, I thought it'd be cool to do my very first AMA. I've been on the server for about three and a half years now, and during those years I've met a lot of really cool people. It's because of these people that I've had (for the most part) an enjoyable experience on the server. So thanks to you guys <3 so uh yeah... ask away I guess!

POG POG POG

Valerica Tathvir gave a pleased grunt before she went about, gathering her people to attend the summit.

I guess this is pog or whatever the kids say these days

A pale woman sat in an unfamiliar home within Elvenesse, eyes red and swollen and glossed over as if she’d been crying. Her clothes were stained with the stench of heavy alcohol as she merely glanced around the home with a tired gaze, yet she was unable to sleep. The elf’s attention was eventually caught by the smaller Fennic girl curled up on the floor beneath a painting. Her daughter. The younger elf brought Valerica home with her in order to keep her safe, to look out for her in case she needed someone, though Valerica would never subject herself to being weak to her child. She always tried being strong for the girl, having been a protector for all of her life and then some. Valerica’s mind was caught wandering back to not long before she was brought here, to the moment she sat upon the roof of a home overlooking the ocean. The woman’s features twisted into that of heartache and desperation as if she suddenly felt the pain of him leaving again. The man she loved returned to her, only to leave her again. “What are you crying for? This is all your fault.” The woman frowned, looking to the curly headed girl on the floor once again. She stood, quietly making her way over to sit beside her without waking the sleeping snowflake. With tears rolling down her face, she carefully reaches over to gently run her fingers through the girl’s curly white locks. She spoke in a soft whisper, as to not disturb her. “I swore to always protect you oem’ii, and I swear I always will. You have my whole heart, and I’m sorry if I’ve ever failed you. I love you more than anything, and I hope you understand this is just something I have to do.” Sniffling quietly, the elfess brought a hand up to wipe her eyes before softly caressing her child’s pale cheek. She sat there for a while, merely staring at the girl as if she were afraid she’d forget what she’d looked like. Hours passed throughout the night before she’d lean down, planting a soft kiss on Rhae’s head before she stood in search of something within the home. The note was left by the girl’s sleeping form before Valerica took the jagged lockpick from her pocket and quietly made her escape. She slipped through the doors and into the dark night, making her way out of Elvenesse. Weeks, months, perhaps even years passed by as the woman remained unseen. No trace of her would be found anywhere for those who would search for her. What happened to the woman remains to be unknown...

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Tanila Aureon flittered around their cozy home, making sure Laedrad had everything he needed in order to send the invitations. The elfess stood over his shoulder, anxiously fidgeting with the golden bands adorning her wrists, every so often pointing to each one to make sure they were properly addressed and punctuated. Everything had to be perfect! After a while, she emitted a small sigh before she'd lean forward, planting a gentle kiss atop the Tresery's head. The soon to be wedded Aureon then shuffled off to sit on a stool placed in front of a wooden, make-shift mannequin to finish the final detailing of her gown. "It won't be much longer now, my beloved Lion." The 'ame mused with a grin, casting a brief glance over her shoulder towards her betrothed before she returned her focus on her work.

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Very ebic stuff 👌🏻

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